Page 94 of Illicit

“You weren’t kidding when you said you wanted to catch up for the last two years.”

We talked for hours on the drive, all through dinner, and there hasn’t been one peaceful pause to enjoy the sound of the surf.

“That’s what you get when you shut me out for so long.” I stop, catch her hand, and pull her around to face me. “I want to talk about your parents.”

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t. They were happy on my graduation day because it’s basically a requirement of being a parent. But I know they’re mad about me moving to New York. And now you’re on my case too. Can we just go back to Miami and celebrate my niece or nephew? Is that too much to ask? Sammie upped the drama in her life to the next level. She deserves her moment in the spotlight.”

“I have no doubt Sammie will get all the attention she wants. But your move to New York has put me on the clock. I decided I’m going to talk to your dad about us.”

Her eyes widen. “No, you’re not. You can’t. I won’t allow it.”

I knew I’d get this reaction. I shrug. “You can’t stop me.”

She pushes away and throws her arms out wide. “What are you going to do? Sit him down and tell how I was almost arrested for underage drinking in New Orleans, that you had to bail me out, that I threw myself at you like an unashamed, love-sick puppy, and that you turned me away because of him? But now you regret it and have decided to rock his daughter’s world with all sorts of earth-shattering orgasms? Oh, and I forgot about the fact you and him will probably team up to try to get me to quit my dream job.”

I lick my lips. “Don’t make me horny by talking about orgasms. I want to see the sunset with you before we move on to that part of the evening.”

She ignores everything I said about the orgasms. “Listen to yourself, Roc. You cannot talk to my dad about your intentions like this is some historical romance. I don’t give a shit what my parents think about who I’m with. Hell, if you wanted to do this two years ago, I probably would have been your biggest cheerleader. But I did what you told me to do that night. I grew up and got my shit together.”

“I’ve been thinking about that,” I say.

“I’ve spent the last two years trying not to think about it.”

“Life is funny,” I note. “Despite our ages, we met as kids and couldn’t have been more different. Then we were friends. When I pushed you away, I became obsessed. You got pushed away and talked yourself into hating me. Now I’m giving you life altering orgasms and you’re begging me for sex. Not bad, if I do say so myself.”

She takes a step forward and tries to give me a playful swat on the chest. “You’re so full of it.”

Between the news of my father and our impending arrival back in Miami where we’ll never get another moment alone, I want nothing more than to be here.

Now.

With her.

I hold my arms out, hike a brow, and dare her to come at me as I wiggle my fingers. “You just want to be full of me.”

Her eyes widen before they narrow just as fast. “Oh, you did not just say that.”

“Baby,” I drawl and lick my lips. “You’re lying to yourself if you deny it any longer. If you want me, come and get me. I dare you.”

There’s something about being obsessed with someone you know inside and out before the obsession starts.

I know her.

I know what makes her tick.

I know what drives her and makes her crazy and what pisses her off.

And she proves that she might be a woman, but she still can’t turn down a challenge.

She comes for me.

It might’ve been years ago, but I was a wide receiver. My job was to catch the ball, but I also had to outrun, outsmart, and outmaneuver the defense. Sometimes, that meant running. Other times, that meant footwork.

Teagan ran track. She’s fast and athletic as she chases me through the sand.

I turn and dart to the side.

She follows with ease.

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