“You must already know what I want. That the only woman’s attention I cared about tonight was yours.”
She shook her head and looked away from me. “Don’t say shit like that, Rocco. Where’s that even going to get us?” She faced me again and when she glanced up her eyes were blazing. I could see the same turmoil there that I was feeling. After a second she stood, a long exhale escaping her lips.
“Go back to sweet-and-cute Caroline. She’s better for you.” She waved her hands between us, until I caught them and held them in mine. “This isn’t a good idea, Rocco.”
I stepped up, getting closer, certain she would stop me or walk away. Instead she pressed herself against me and I lowered my head until our lips were almost touching. I could taste her already, feel the heat I hadn’t gotten nearly enough of the last time.
I took her hands and hooked them around my neck. I didn’t care about making Caroline wait, I didn’t care about anyone finding us. I didn’t care about anything other than having Julia’s mouth, touching her again.
She gasped as I ran my hands down her back. I stopped at her waist, not wanting to assume. She shook her head weakly, her voice barely audible, while I waited.
“We can’t be a thing, Rocco.” She sighed, as she pressed herself to me.
Before I kissed her, I had to say what she and I already knew.
“We already are.”
Julia
We left together.
We hid in those bushes and kissed and touched until we were both so turned on and disheveled all we could do was slink away like thieves in the night. And I guessed wewerestealing. We were trying to rob a little bit of time, as ours was running out.
Rocco made me impulsive in a way that scared me sometimes. I’d always been hyperaware of people’s perceptions of me. Being an Afro-Latina, trying to show people that I could be in charge, that I could be trusted, meant I had to be above reproach. I could be a mess in my personal life, unsure of what I was doing, but with my job, it was always one hundred percent on track.
Even breaking up with Matt...that blow hadn’t been as devastating because I had my job here and I knew that if I stayed that would be enough to make things work. But here I was, in a car after leaving my friends hanging, barely able to stay still thinking of what was going to happen once we were at Rocco’s.
“You okay?” The question and Rocco’s hand gliding over my thigh pulled me from my agitated reverie. When I looked up at his profile, I felt that sick but so good churning that happened whenever he was close.
Fuck, I wanted him so bad.
“I’m good.” He nodded at my answer and his strong jaw relaxed, as if we hadn’t ditched all our friends and Caroline so we could go have sex. I almost asked him again if he really thought this was a good idea, if we should do this when we both knew it could not end well, but I didn’t. I wanted to enjoy this, to have him all to myself even if only this one time. Seeing him with someone else had made me greedy, and I wouldn’t even let my own doubts have a piece of him tonight.
I watched his sure hands on the steering wheel and didn’t let myself think about my own car sitting in a parking lot, where it would sit until I picked it up tomorrow.
Just as I was wondering how bad the teasing would get, my phone buzzed in my hand.
José: This text is for AFTER Mr. Quinn has turned that cherry out. I just want you to know Caroline has moved on without assistance. And we’re all here placing bets on whether you two are actually going to make it to a bed or if you’re getting busy in the arboretum parking lot.
A laugh burst out of me as I tapped out a message.
“What is it?”
“Our friends being clowns.”
Julia: Thanks for the update. We did make it out of the arboretum, but can’t make any promises about Rocco’s garage. I’m turning off my phone because I don’t need any of this hateration as I diligently undo every single one of my professional boundaries to get laid.
With that, I powered off the device in question, slid it in my purse, and ran a hand over Rocco’s leg. If I was going to do this, I was going to be all in. If we only had tonight, I was going to make it worth it.
“I can barely think from wanting you in my bed already.” Rocco’s voice was tight with need, and, fuck, he was hot. I looked up and saw that we were almost to his garage. The anticipation of having him to myself was like boiling water bubbling under my skin.
“We’re almost there.” I sounded dazed and I could feel the pulsing between my legs, aching already for what I knew Rocco would give me.
Rocco ran a finger along my thigh, as the tension in the car built. “I can’t wait to suck on your tits. Get you nice and wet for my dick. I want in you, so bad.”
Damn, but he was a dirty bastard.
“Fuck.” I groaned as I spread my legs and, without taking his eyes of the road, he placed his hand right on top of my sex.
