But the way his lips yield to mine shoves such thoughts deep down.
Thisis intoxicating. I can’t get enough of it.
Our mouths glide together, our tongues dancing in a passionate frenzy. I just want more and more and more.
We’ve only shared one kiss before this, and though my thoughts lingered on it every night before I fell asleep, the memory has nothing on the real thing.
“Cas,” he whispers against my mouth, and I taste my own name on his lips.
At some point, my hands tangle in his dark hair, tugging him ever closer.
“Get a fuckin’ room!”
We break apart in alarm as someone passes by, shaking their head.
Right. We’re sitting at a bus stop in the middle of Brooklyn in the early hours of the morning.
As if on cue, a shiver runs down my spine. Rocco had insisted I leave my leather jacket at home.
“Come on,” Rocco murmurs, a little breathless, as he sheds his own jacket and wraps it around my shoulders. “Let’s get out of here.”
I let him stand me up and guide me back to theCandelabrawith an arm around my shoulders.For one horrible moment, I think he’s about to take us back in. Even just the thought of confronting Danny or Claudio again wipes away all the joy of our kiss.
But he diverts to the parking lot. It’s an underground bunker-like space that I’d never realized existed below theCandelabrauntil Rocco had driven into it earlier that evening.
No other cars are parked there as we enter. Only the low thrum of bass music from the venue above us keeps us company as we walk over to the fancy convertible sports car we arrived in.
I’m still tucked under his arm as we approach. His heavenly scent overwhelms my senses as I try to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other.
The headlights flash in welcome as Rocco reaches for the door.
If there was a time to clear the air, to get my head on straight about what the hell we are to each other, it would be now before I have to ride home with him, so agonizingly close.
“Rocco, I…”
But he cuts me off with another kiss, pushing me back against the car and pinning himself against me. His hand snakes around to the back of my neck, holding me in place.
The hardness of his cock presses into my leg, mere inches from where I need him to be. “Fuck,” I gasp when he finally releases my mouth.
But his mouth doesn’t stop. He frantically explores the expanse of my exposed neck, and I succumb to him easily. The way his tongue explores my skin sends shivers of delight down my spine.
“I don’t think I can do it,” he hisses across my collarbone. “I don’t think I can drive us back without crashing the damn car.”
Wanton desire courses through me as my eyes flash open, assessing the situation. The doors to the bunker are closed; there is no one else around.
With a surge of confidence, I reach behind me and drag open the car door.
“Get in,” I instruct him with a desperate shove for good measure.
Thankfully, he doesn’t argue and sits down in the passenger seat. I glance over my shoulder one more time before I join him, straddling his waist as I pull the door closed behind me.
The feeling of him hard beneath me has me stifling a groan, especially when his hands start to roam across my chest.
The tinted windows offer us at least some privacy, but the lack of a roof means that anyone could hear us. Not to mention that any cameras looking in from above would certainly catch us.
But when Rocco drags me down to meet his lips again, such concerns escape me. Vaguely, I’m aware of him lowering the seat, but I’m too busy sticking my tongue down his throat like a love-lorn teenager to care.
I have no idea how much time passes as I lay across his chest like that. But suddenly, the low, fluorescent lights flicker out.
