I stared at Rocco for a minute, expecting the same treatment, but he had other ideas. Ideas that led him right into the bathroom where he trapped me against the sink.
Gasping, I jerked back, the edge of the counter digging into my waist. “What’re you-?” He pressed forward, and the hand I’d thrown up in defense landed on his broad chest. Hazel eyes smoldering, Rocco grinned and I forgot how to make words.
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