Page 83 of Illicit

He tenses. “We need to talk about that.”

I snuggle into him farther. He’s so warm. “What’s there to talk about? I just told you that was a first.”

He fists my hair and gives it a little tug until our gazes lock. Despite him still holding me tight to his hard cock, his expression is dead serious. “Are there any other firsts you’ve yet to experience?”

I wet my lips, not sure if I want to have this conversation. In a way I do. I want to tell him everything, even about the things where there isn’t much to tell. But he also flipped out on me because of our pasts and family.

“Teagan,” he bites my name. “Answer me.”

My post orgasmic haze quickly clears. I narrow my eyes. “You don’t get to demand I do something and expect me to jump.”

He hikes a brow. “So you’re still a virgin.”

Not a question. A statement.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You didn’t say anything,” he stresses. “If that was a new experience for you, and you’re not a virgin, then you had a shitty lover.”

“Lover?” I wince. “Yeah, I would not exactly call him that.”

He lets me go long enough to roll me to my back. His narrow hips fit like a glove between my legs, and I drag my feet up his sides just to feel his rock-hard ass with the tips of my toes.

I’ve wondered what it felt like so many times.

Look at me now.

My fingers are jealous of my toes.

He props himself on his forearms. “Having this conversation with you naked beneath me was not on my bingo card, but now I need to know, or I’ll go crazy and never sleep. What exactly would you call this asshole?”

I trace his full bottom lip with the tip of my finger. “Technically, I guess he was my first. But it was just once, and it wasn’t good. It was so fast, I’m not even sure it happened. I definitely didn’t come. I’ve wondered if it even counts.”

An expression washes over his face that’s a mix of horrified and angry. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

I grip his shoulder. “Do you really think I would lie here naked and kid about something like that?”

He looks away from me and stares at the wall behind my bed. His jaw is tense, and I think a muscle in his cheek just twitched.

“Rocco?”

His gaze returns to me with an exasperated exhale before he rolls. The next thing I know, I get something else new with Rocco. He’s flat on his back, and I’m sprawled naked on top of him. His hands slide down my back and land on my ass. “I don’t know what to say other than I’m pissed.”

I tuck my messy hair behind one ear and look down at him. “Why?”

His grip on my ass tightens. “Was this shitty experience after our first kiss and before our second?”

“That’s one way of putting it. I like to refer to that time as hell week, but it dragged on for two years. I’ve also named that time in my life the dark ages.” I can tell his patience is thinning. “And yes. It happened during the dark ages.”

“Fuck me,” he mutters.

I shake my head. “No. That didn’t happen, hence the dark ages. It was my time in hell. Why are you pissed?”

He drags his hands down my hamstrings and yanks my legs up his sides. “I’m pissed you had such a shitty experience, you’re not even sure if it counts. And I’m pissed at myself that I gave in and left you alone when you asked me to. I just tasted you for the first time and now I’m pissed about everything. Your first time could’ve been me. Fuck, it should’ve been me.”

I like this position, so I press down on his semi-hard cock. “I agree.”

His hands return to my ass for a firm squeeze. “That doesn’t make me any less pissed.”

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