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“I couldn’t touch you or kiss you back there,” he rasps, checking the mirrors again by habit.
“Why not?” I ask, sounding innocent but figuring he could really get away with anything in his position as a family member.
Probably even get away with murder.
“I couldn’t because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop once I started,” he says with a blazing, intense look in his eye.
I feel something coming loose inside me with a look so fierce and passionate.
Something I know only he can help me with from now on.
He grips me, kisses me again, and drives his hand square between my thick thighs, and he moves my hand back to his jeans.
Holy moly, he’s not kidding…he wants to do it right here….
It occurs to me that maybe now’s a good time to explain something to Rocco, that I’m not just a girl who’s having a case of mistaken identity today.
But I’m falling way too hard and fast to think about talking right now.
His mouth is over mine, those hands firm on my body.
It’s like a dream come true kind of moment. For someone like me, it is anyway.
Sensing something, or maybe just wanting to make sure he parked the car, he stops long enough to ask me, “What is it?”
“Where are we going?” I ask, still not sure how to actually tell him.
Not exactly sure how today’s gone from the worst to the best moments of my life in just a few hours, but I’m still left feeling uncertain about it all.
“We’re not going anywhere until I fucking stake my claim on what’s mine,” he says fiercely, grinning like a maniac as his thick fingers hit my sweet spot right through my skirt, making me gasp loudly.
“Here?” I whisper, but it all fades to a whimper, and before I know it, I’m nodding yes for him to do whatever he wants.
I need it. Need him.
“Rocky?” I gasp, and he stops suddenly, bringing his eyes level to mine.
“Call me Rocco, will ya?” he says gruffly but then explains how much he hates the nickname.
“Rocco…,” I whisper back, feeling like I’m falling for him all over at the mention of his name.
“But I…I mean…,” I protest one last time.
But it’s useless.
Before I know it, he has the front seat laid back, and it’s clear he has one thing only on his mind as well as in his mouth.
Me.
CHAPTERTEN
Rocky
It all feels too easy. Just walking out of the Martinelli family mansion with Jasmine on my arm. Ordered to get her outta here and have nobody but myself know about it?
A guard for her door as well as me watching her, but now I just get to walk off into the night with her?
I’d be more suspicious if the order was from anyone else except my father.
