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“Maybe you’re up for a negotiation?”

“Why are you pressuring me to have sex while we’re not even on kissing terms yet?”

She drags a finger down the middle of my chest. “I’m not going to lie, I’m just happy to be on any terms with you again.”

“I’d agree, but now that I’m here, I’m not settling for anything less.” I dip my head and run the tip of my nose up the column of her neck. My tongue sneaks out for a taste of her bare skin before I look up. “I can wait to kiss you, but there are other things I’m not willing to wait on.”

She tries to reach for my face, but I shake my head as I reach for her hips. “No, baby. Me first.”

18

JEALOUS OF MY TOES

Teagan

Ihave no clue what I’m saying half the time when we’re like this. I’m winging it and hope I don’t come across awkward as hell.

The number of times I’ve almost begged him to kiss me is ranking right up there with the National Debt.

I want it so bad.

I get what he’s doing with the sex rule. He’s being pragmatic and responsible and levelheaded. I might seem like I’m teasing him about it, but I’m not. I’m dead serious. I don’t care about future me at the moment. But that’s what desperation does to a woman.

I want every single experience I can get with Rocco.

I refuse to think about going back to Miami. Sleeping across the hall from him. Or moving to New York.

When those times come, I’ll deal.

Or I won’t.

It’ll just be more drama weighing me down.

The only thing I want is to focus on our secret and seeing where it goes.

That’s why when I feel my panties wisped down my legs, clearing the tips of my toes, every nerve ending in my body goes on high alert.

I’m naked.

And the only man I’ve ever wanted is looking down at me like I’m his last meal on earth.

Dreams really do come true.

All it takes is his index finger on the tip of my knee to send a rush of goosebumps over my flushed skin.

His gaze washes down my body like a wave at high tide. Forceful, strong, and overwhelming.

He pushes one knee to the side leaving me open and bare and wanting.

Who knew there was another level of want when it comes to him?

He shakes his head as the tip of his finger trails down the inside of my thigh. “I’m not going to lie. You’re like a dream I never thought would happen for me. You should be off limits to me for so many reasons.”

“Are we really going to have this conversation right now? I mean, if you insist, fine. But I think it’s only fair that you get naked too.”

The smirk that usually makes my stomach do flips appears. Sometimes it’s enough to make me wet. I’m already past that point, but it doesn’t mean I’ll pass up that expression any day. It’s lived in my head rent free for years. I’ve missed the reality of it like it was a severed limb.

“I can’t wait to be naked with you.” He sighs as if checking his resolve. “But not yet, baby.” He bends at the waist and his hands land on the bed on either side of my head. He’s looming over me like he’s trying to decide what he wants to do first.

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