[Rosco’s POV]
Soft moans escape Denali’s lips as her tongue moves with mine. They’re intoxicating, and they make me want to know what other noises she was capable of making. Pressing myself harder against her, I let my hands begin to trail along her exposed back, down to just above her ass, but when I’m about to take things a step too far and touch her ass, she pulls away and stares up into my eyes.
For a moment, she looks almost confused, but when her eyes widen and she turns to hurl, I know that any moment we may have been having is over.
Reaching out, I lift her hair and hold it while I rub soothing circles against her skin until she manages to compose herself a bit.
“Why don’t you go sit down, and I’ll have our waiter bring you some water?" I murmur, beginning to lead Denali back to the table.
“Don’t wanna,” she mutters, giving me a defiant look. “I’m…”