Page 66 of Last First Kiss
Taking her weapon out of her back holster, she swept the two-car garage first. Then, she disarmed the alarm and stealthily walked inside and looked around. When she was sure everything was exactly the way she left it, she went back into the garage and signaled for him to come inside.
“I need a gun,” he said, surprising her.
“Excuse me?”
“A gun,” he repeated, gesturing to the one she still had in her hand. “I need one. What if someone crept up on me while I was in my car waiting for you?”
“First, you keep saying that this is all bullshit. That no one is out to get you. And second, I swept the garage, no one was going to creep up on you. And last, and most important, you don’t know how to shoot a gun.”
“Excuse me? Have you seen Death Kisses, or Exes and Ohs? I had guns for both of those movies, and those are just the most recent. My Western—”
She bent over in laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
“Rocco, those were movies. This is real. This can kill someone.”
“I know that,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “I took real lessons with real guns, I’ll have you know. And for this movie, not only with a semi-automatic weapon but with an automatic weapon.”
“Really?” She was surprised to hear that. “Well, the next time you have some free time, I’ll take you by ICS. We have a full shooting range. If I feel you can handle yourself, I’ll see about getting you a weapon.”
She went to turn around but before she knew it, she was airborne and slung over his shoulder. She couldn’t help the yelp that came out of her lips. “Monroe! Put me down.”
He slapped her ass—hard. “Ow!”
“You’ll see about getting me a gun? You lost your mind, crazy? I’m a grown-ass man,” he said, not even sounding breathless, as he climbed up the steps with her on his shoulder.
“Put me down.”
“No. And since I have you in a position where you can’t complain, change the subject or run away, we’re going to talk a little about us.”
“Us? Rocco, you don’t have to explain—”
“Shut it, babe,” he said, slapping her ass again. “And while we’re at it, take out the ponytail.”
“What?”
“Take it out,” he demanded. “Or I’ll make your ass so red you won’t be able to sit for a week.”
“Suck my dick, Monroe.”
SLAP.
“Ouch!”
“Again? I’ll give you to the count of three. One, two . . .”
For some reason, his hand on her ass didn’t feel unwelcome. It hurt, but since he was following it with a deep rub, his hand going a little closer to her pussy than it needed to be, she was actually more turned on than she’d ever imagined. “Two and a half . . .”
“Okay okay okay!” she yelled, and took off her ponytail, slinging the band across the room, her hair draping almost to his knees.
With an oomph, he tossed her on the bed, unexpectedly, and before she had a chance to recover, he straddled her thighs and held her hands together. If she really wanted to, she could fight him off, she knew hand-to-hand combat, had taken a number of martial arts classes, and was more fit than he’d given her credit for. But she didn’t want to fight him. She wanted to hear him out. But most of all, she didn’t want actor Rocco right now. She wanted real Rocco.
“Julia, she’s a bitch. The only reason she’s coming on to me is because she’s intimidated by you. She’s marking her territory, is all. Also, probably, trying to play the paparazzi, but none of it matters. I’m not interested in her.”
“Even if you’re not interested in her, you have to admit it would be a pretty easy lay. A good one, I’m sure. The kind you’re used to.”
“What the hell are you talking about, crazy?”
