“What was that?” I whispered to him.
“A kiss. Not sure if I did it right,” he admitted, flashing me a small, guilty grin. “We can be just friends who kiss too, you know.”
Could we?
We’d done some hand stuff earlier, and our relationship still felt the same. So why couldn’t we kiss too?
“We should probably do it again. Just to make sure we’re doing it right,” I said hastily.
Rocco’s lips cracked in a massive grin before our mouths touched again lightly.
My hands found his shoulders as I tilted my head a bit, parting my lips and slipping my tongue toward his tentatively. His lips parted for mine, and he groaned as my tongue brushed into his mouth.
He walked me backward, toward the couch, his hands still on my back and face, as our tongues slowly explored one another’s mouths. We were both tentative, not in any kind of a hurry, though I could smell something on the air that was so thick and sexy that it had to be the scent of his desire.
He wanted me, and damn, I loved that.
The backs of my calves met the couch, and he caught me before I fell. Instead of sitting over the top of me, he spun us quickly, his ass crashing to the couch as he dragged me up onto his lap.
I moaned as his erection pressed into my core, my knees on either side of his hips, and his hands on my waist. He didn’t grab my ass, never touching me anywhere I hadn’t given him permission to touch.
Our mouths continued getting to know one another, and we ignored the need rising in both of our bodies as we continued to kiss, rubbing against each other enough to take some of the pressure away without shattering.
I have no idea how long we were making out for, before the back door opened.
Rocco had me on my back in an instant, and was on his feet, snarling toward the intruder.
There were two footsteps into the kitchen, followed by a curse, and then the same door shut.
No other footsteps followed.
I stood on shaky legs, my body aching in ways I hadn’t even known were possible. “Who was that?”
“Osc—Ryder.” Rocco’s arms went around my back, his forehead pressing to mine. Our eyes shut at the same time, both of us breathing rapidly as our hearts pounded together.
I wasn’t sure what would come next.
Did we keep kissing?
More kissing sounded pretty damn good to me.
Or did we take it a step further?
Have a repeat of what we’d done in bed earlier?
My body was sure as hell throbbing.
“I should feed you,” Rocco said, his lips brushing mine just the tiniest bit as he spoke.
“Should you?” I whispered back.
“Mmhmm.” He nodded, our noses brushing with the movement. “Got to be a good mate.”
“What you were doing a minute ago was pretty good,” I murmured.
His lips curved upward. “You took the words right out of my mouth.” His lips brushed mine, and then he let go of me and stepped back. “Come sit down while I find us something.”
“I could find us something,” I pointed out, though I let him take my hand and drag me across the kitchen.