Maybe I should put as much distance between us as I can. For her sake. And for my own. Maybe. But I don’t. I want her. My body craves her. Right now, in this moment, she’s my freedom. One step closes the distance between us. I raise my hand carefully, gliding it feather-light along her arm. I feel goose bumps erupt under my touch. “Is this okay?” I ask. There’s an emotion in my voice that doesn’t belong there. Because I can’t stop thinking that maybe I’m freeing her too. Rocky’s lips part, her eyes shift to mine. She holds my gaze as she breathes one word. “Yes.” The sound alone has my cock thickening, hardening in my jeans. One fucking word. I apply more pressure to my fingertips as I sweep them along her shoulder. She shivers, the motion bringing her closer to me somehow. “This?” I continue. “Yes.” Her voice is soft and low. Hesitant and sensual at the same time.
