“Your hair was wet.” I reach for a pink strand of her hair. “Your clothes were wet.”
Her hands leap to the front of her dress. “I remember that. I was wearing jeans and a white blouse.”
And those red heels were on her feet.
The blouse was wet and sheer. I could make out the white lace bra she was wearing underneath. I don’t know what the hell Harold had going on that night, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from his phone’s screen.
The most beautiful woman in the world was walking circles around him checking out the apartment, and he didn’t once glance in her direction.
“I prayed that you’d move in.” I shake my head with a chuckle. “The night you did, I watched from right here.”
She finally turns to glance behind her at her apartment. “You started watching me the night I moved in?”
I nod when she locks eyes with me again. “A few nights later you saw me when I came home after a wedding reception.”
“I’ll never forget that night,” she says softly. “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you.”
I slide closer to her, wanting her to know that this moves at her pace. I’ve been aching to kiss her since she arrived, but I didn’t want to stunt whatever she’s feeling by pushing her.
Her hands jump to my face. “Promise me that what happens tonight won’t change anything between us. It won’t impact our future business relationship...if I choose you, that is.”
I smile at the addendum she tossed ont
o the back of her request.
I’ll promise her the world right now because I want to kiss her more than I want my next breath. I want to touch her body, taste her cunt. I want inside of her.
“When we become business partners, we’ll balance this with that,” I say quietly. “One step at a time, Dexie.”
Her thumb moves to touch the corner of my mouth as she repeats my words back to me, “One step at a time.”
Chapter 37
Dexie
Rocco’s mouth crashes into mine, and I whimper.
This is precisely what I wanted when I stood at my window and invited myself here.
I moan through the kiss when I feel his fingers on my thigh. I’m so wet. I know that my panties are drenched even though his lips have only touched mine.
His tongue parts my lips and finds my tongue, teasing and taunting me.
My body reacts to its need, sending my legs apart.
“Dexie,” He breathes my name out in a groan.
It’s so filled with pure want that I put my hand over his to slide it higher. I need him to feel what he’s doing to me.
He growls when his fingertips skim over the rough lace of my panties. “Christ. So good.”
He moves quickly, dropping to his knees on the floor in front of the couch. “I have to taste you.”
Panic rushes over me. “No, we can’t. No.”
My hands fly in the air to try and motion for him to stand.
“Not here,” I clarify because the look of pure disappointment on his face is almost too much. “Not by the window.”