Page 52 of Bad Medicine
“I figured that,” I said, rolling my eyes. “I meant, how did you even know where I lived?”
“I thought it was this one, actually,” Rocco said, tilting his head toward my front door.
“It is. I was just having a drink with my neighbor.”
“Oh.”
Pursing my lips, we stood there awkwardly for a moment before I pressed him again.
“Why are you here, Rocco?”
“I wanted—” He paused, running his hand through his dark hair, making it a disheveled, sexy mess. “I mean, you were pretty upset earlier, and I wanted to check that everything was alright.”
His answer shouldn’t have surprised me, but it did. Rocco had shown me that he was more than just a horndog. I had seen him care for the people around him, the people he loved, and knew that he was a born protector.
I guessed what surprised me was that he would be including me in that group.
Suddenly, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more than to get my hands on Rocco.
Give the man a chance.
Hearing Linny’s words in my head again, I gestured to my door.
“Would you like to come in?”
“Yes,” he answered immediately.
Turning the knob, I led him into the darkened entryway of my little house, standing back to let him pass me and closing the door with a sharp slam.
Then, I pounced.
Pressing both hands against his chest, I backed Rocco up against the door, rising on my toes the few scant inches needed to reach his mouth, claiming his lips in a kiss that he never saw coming. For a few seconds, he froze, his eyes wide as we stared at each other, both of us shocked by the suddenness of my move.
But it didn’t take Rocco long to recover, wrapping his arms around me and hauling my body against his. I could feel the hardness of him, our similar height meaning that all our best parts were pressed together, and I ground my hips shamelessly against the straining denim of his groin, drawing a groan out of him that made me shiver.
“Oh, fuck, Doc,” he breathed, his mouth moving from my lips to my neck as one hand palmed my ass roughly. “You did it now. There’s no going back. No stopping, this time.” Tilting my head back, I gave him access to the tender flesh at my shoulder, curling my fingers into his shirt at the scrape of his stubble. “I am gonna taste every fuckin’ inch of you. I’m not leaving here until I know what you feel like from the inside.”
Holy shit, this man.
Instead of finding his words intimidating, I was riveted, wanting every one of his dirty promises. Wrapping one arm around his shoulders, I hiked my hip up high, letting my core rub even more aggressively against the hard cock in his jeans. If I were thinking clearly, if I had paused for even a moment, I might have been embarrassed, but I was so far beyond pausing, it wasn’t even funny.
I wanted this.
I wantedhim. Desperately.
Threading my fingers into the hair at the back of his head, I tugged hard, drawing his face back to mine and claiming his mouth again. I wanted to own him, to conquer him in a way no woman had before.
If this was going to be a one and done for Rocco, I wanted him torememberme.
And I knew just how to do that.
Breaking the kiss, I bit my lip, preparing myself for what I was about to do. Rocco stared at me, his breath sawing in and out of him rapidly as he waited for my next move, and that just made me want him even more.
Because for all his dirty talk, for all his tantalizing promises, he was still following my lead, and I was about to show him my appreciation.
Keeping eye contact, I lowered myself to my knees, loving the way his mouth dropped open as I did so. Never breaking my stare, I undid his belt and button, biting my lip at the look on his face as I drew down his zipper and worked his jeans over the curve of his ass.
How had I never appreciated that ass before? It was a perfect, round miracle, firm and ripe for exploration. But later.
