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I jump to my feet and slam my glass on the table.
Shaye snickers. “You can’t even help yourself, can you? You’re such a badass-s, Kat.”
A head case is more like it.
“Go get him,” she hisses. “Make him realize what he’s-s missing!”
I run a hand through my long dark hair and look down at her. Glassy eyes, flushed cheeks, and mussed hair. She’s hammered beyond belief, but even she can see through me.
That cannot happen.
I never show my hand.
Ever!
I push through the sweaty crowd, my ass and tits being groped every step of the way. I don’t even bother to acknowledge the hands…or their owners. Any other time, I’d have laid out each and every one of these handsy jerkoffs, listening to them cry about broken wrists and fingers.
But tonight, they lucked out. I don’t stop. I don’t make eye contact. I don’t utter a single word.
Not until I get to my destination.
My pulse throbs against my neck as I close the space between us. I approach him from behind, peeling one of Bitch #1’s hands off of his back. I lace his fingers with my own and slide his palm over my hip, just before I push Bitch #2 out of her position next to him. I don’t speak, I just inch closer. I look up at him through half-hooded eyes. His other hand is around my waist now, gripping me tight.
My lips curl upward. The look of shock on his face is quickly replaced with one of pure, carnal lust. A tingling sensation deep in my belly forces me closer still, until my body is pressed against him. His cock thickens against me and my pussy clenches. I drag my fingernails down the sides of his torso, leaning my head back so I can feel his smoldering gaze melt me from the inside out.
Control, control, control.
It’s completely lost.
His lips crush against mine, his hands fisting my hair. Tongues coiling, teeth cracking, mouths feasting…oh God, I need this. His hands move from my hair to my ass. He backs me into a corner, pressing me against a column in the darkness. Strobe lights flash in front of my eyes, temporarily blinding me. But when my vision clears, I can see the need in his heated gaze. The desire. The ache.
I feel all of it, too.
I pull him close, devouring his lips like a starved woman desperate for sustenance. His hands run up and down my sides, grazing my breasts, and I have the sudden urge to fling a leg around his waist.
Right here in the open.
Because at this second, I need to let go of everything.
I want to come undone just once, to get the hell out of my head and let myself really feel.
Just for a little while.
I want to live.
I want a glimpse of what could have been if I was anyone other than me, if things had been different, if they weren’t so complicated.
I can’t have normal.
And I sure as hell can’t be normal.
But none of that matters now.
The ache is so deep, and only one person can take it all away.
Rocco pulls away, leaving me breathless.
Talk about blue bean.