“Touché.” I nodded. “Here, I can do it.” I started to reach around my back, but he swatted my hands away with his arms.
“You’re bleeding,” he growled at me.
“You’re never going to figure this out in the dark,” I shot back.
With another growl, he abandoned the buckle, and tugged the straps back down my arms. “Braless it is.”
I rolled my eyes as he tossed the bralette to the ground and tugged his shirt over my head, then maneuvered my arms through the sleeves as if I couldn’t do it myself.
Despite my eyeroll, I didn’t hate being taken care of.
Hell, I kind of loved it.
Rocco settled the end of the shirt over a few inches of my thighs before standing up. I unintentionally got an eyeful of his massive erection, and unintentionally found myself getting horny, too.
Yeah, the climax was going to be hell without hooking up.
He ignored his erection, stepping into his jeans and tugging them up into place. The guy was so ridiculously attractive, it made it hard to breathe sometimes.
My eyes tracked his hands as he tugged the zipper up, then did the button.
“Ready?” he checked, grabbing my clothes off the ground.
Shirtless; he was definitely still shirtless.
“Hmm?” My gaze lifted to his face, my cheeks heating.
His lips lifted in a devastating grin, and I found him holding a hand out to me. “Ready to go?” He tilted his head toward the truck.
“Hmm? Yeah. Um. Right. Ready.” I jerked my head in an awkward nod, face on fire as I carefully took his hand since my cuts were still healing.
Rather than gripping my cut hand hard, he reached down with the other one and grabbed me around the waist. I wasn’t expecting that, and my legs wrapped around his hips in response.
“You’re still bleeding,” he reminded me. His voice alone told me he was still grinning.
“Don’t make fun of me,” I complained.
He set me down in the passenger seat with a chuckle, then walked around to his own seat while the heat in my face only burned hotter.
“Don’t be embarrassed.” His hand stretched over the console and caught mine gently, dragging it over to his crotch. My fingers brushed his erection—harder, and maybe even bigger than it had been before. “I’m glad you’re attracted to me, Mads. Really damn glad.”
Lifting my hand from his hardness, he pressed his lips gently to my palm, before carrying it back over to where it had been resting on my leg. He carefully set it back down, then turned the truck on.
My cheeks burned all the way back to the house, and I couldn’t get the image of that damned hand-kiss out of my mind.