head for another kiss. We started lazy and slow, but when I pressed against him, I felt his erection. I looked up, embarrassed. I’d gotten off like a porn star and he was still hard as a rock.
“Can I?”
He shook his head and kissed my ear. “Today was about you.”
Why was he like this?
It was my turn to shake my head. “Are you trying to win some kind of Mr. Perfect award or something, because who says no to a blow job?”
He laughed and hugged me tight. “I didn’t say no. I said, I’m okay for now. I don’t need to come every time you do.”
Bullshit.
I gripped his cock tight and looked at him. “But what if I want to taste you?”
“Julia, you don’t have to.”
I ran a hand over his hard chest, my mouth watering at the thought of him in my mouth.
His body was tight with tension. I could tell that it wouldn’t take long for him to lose it. I wanted to give him the same pleasure he’d given me.
“I want to.” I was about to go down on my knees and show him when a loud crash and my sister’s voice made us both jump.
“Hey, are you guys still up?” My heart was galloping out of my chest as I frantically tried to adjust my clothes.
She was in the living room within seconds, definitely not long enough for me to get myself together or for Rocco’s hard-on to sort itself out. I stood in front of him doing my best to look like I hadn’t just been finger fucked within an inch of my life, with a half-feral cat as a witness.
Oh, God, we both reeked of sex.
Paula stopped short when she got a good look at us and retreated. “Okaaayyy... I’m just going to grab some seltzer and go back to the bomb-ass guest suite.”
She wiggled a finger in my direction, her face scrunched, like she could smell us. “Um, your clothes are a little messy.” She looked up at Rocco, whose face could not look much better than mine, opened her mouth, closed it, shook her head, and walked away.
We both stood frozen as she got a can of seltzer out of Rocco’s fridge. He put his hands on my hips, in that same possessive way he’d been touching me before, but it was like I’d had a bucket of cold water dumped on my head.
I couldn’t believe I’d done that. And with my sister just down the hall.
Who was I even fooling? That’s why I was here. Because I’d wanted to be alone with him. Because I knew this would happen. I could use Paula as an excuse, but I could’ve said no. I’d come here for something, and I’d gotten it. Now I had to live with the consequences.
When we heard Paula’s door close, he pressed up against me, his cock against my back. And I was right back in it with him, wanting things that I could not have.
“We almost got caught.” He sounded a little frazzled, but underneath that was that growliness that had me begging just minutes earlier. That smile against my neck made me shiver.
I almost melted into him again. It was hard to think when he pressed small kisses on my neck. I wanted him again, this time in a bed, with him driving into me. I knew it would be amazing, his big body moving with mine. I knew now, just from this taste of him. Once I’d fully had him, there was no going back.
I couldn’t.
I’d lost years with Matt, because I always found an excuse to focus on him and get derailed from my own goals. I could not do that again.
I took Rocco’s hands off my hips and turned to look at him. As soon as he saw me, the sexy little grin on his lips disappeared and his eyes went blank. I fucking hated myself in that moment, but Rocco had his responsibilities and I had mine.
“I need to go bed.” I made a circular motion between us and then gestured toward his raging erection. “I’m sorry.”
I stepped back and away and headed to the room right across from his. Without turning, I whispered, “Good night.”
I thought I heard a response, but I let myself into my room without looking back.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Julia
“Dude, what the fuck is your deal? I had to leave a stack of blueberry pancakes because you made us run out of that place like your ass was on fire.”