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The taste of his tongue on mine weakens my knees. I pull back from the kiss and look down.
“Dexie.” My name is wrapped in pure desire when it leaves his lips. “That was...”
“So much,” I whisper before he can finish. “That was so much.”
He strokes the back of my head, his fingers trailing over the strands of my hair, luring my gaze up to his. “It was perfect.”
The intensity in his face spurs a need inside of me. I want to pull his shirt over his head, tug down his sweatpants and drop to my knees. I want to pleasure him. I need to hear him come, feel him come because of me.
“Tell me what you want.” He kisses me again, softer this time. His lips play over mine, te
asing and biting, tempting me to confess my desires to him.
“You,” I manage to say before I deepen the kiss.
He breaks it to pull back and stare into my eyes. “I’m all yours.”
The intensity of those three words is almost too much, so I glance away, stealing a look in the direction of my apartment.
I stumble when I catch a glimpse of movement near my window.
Rocco’s arms circle me as I let out a sharp gasp.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, his breath skirting over the skin of my neck.
I wave my index finger in the air near his window. “It’s...look...look over there.”
He shifts slightly on his feet, his arms still holding me tight against him. “Is that...”
“That’s Sophia,” I say her name as she raises her hand in a wave. “Sophia is in my apartment.”
***
I may not be able to hear a word Sophia is saying, but the expression on her face says it all.
She saw the kiss.
My best friend was a witness to my first kiss with Rocco.
I don’t know how the hell she got into my building or why she’s even there.
She waves her phone in the air in a gesture I think is meant to encourage me to call her.
I point at my bed, trying to get her to turn to see that my phone is behind her.
“I think she wants you to call her.” Rocco pushes his phone at me. “Use this.”
I take his phone and key in Sophia’s number. Once I bring the phone to my ear, I motion for her to pick up.
“What the hell, Dex?” Her voice is panicked. “I thought you were missing.”
I bow my head to hide my smile. I know she’s serious. She’s married to a man who writes detective novels for a living. Her brother-in-law and her father-in-law were both homicide detectives at one time.
Sophia always jumps from zero to sixty on the panic scale when anything is amiss.
“I locked myself out,” I say quietly. “I left my keys in my apartment and my phone too. It’s on the bed.”
She glances over her shoulder. “Thank god you’re all right.”
