Loving Violet (Rockers' Legacy Book 4)

All I had to do was lean forward, skim my lips over his, and we would have our first real kiss. His control would snap, and Luca would be at my mercy. But as much as I ached for that, I couldn’t put him in that position.

Instead, I leaned forward and skimmed my nose over his. “You’re going to get in trouble for skipping.”

“Coach arranged for me to have the afternoon off. Told me to get my head on straight so I was good for tonight’s game.” He lowered his head, pressing his face into my neck, and inhaled deeply. “I was going to come to Santa Monica as soon as I had lunch with Lyric.”

“Oh,” I muttered, suddenly feeling stupid for leaving school.

“Hey,” he said, his voice softer now as he pressed a kiss to my temple. “It was really sweet of you to come all this way when I need you so much. Just…don’t put your life in danger the next time you decide to surprise me. Please?”

“Fine,” I said with a huff, like he was asking way too much, and giving in would cost me.

He grinned, and I couldn’t help tracing his bottom lip again. I was fascinated by his mouth and spent more than a few hours every day thinking about how it would feel devouring mine. I imagined what he would taste like. How his tongue would feel brushing against mine, licking the roof of my mouth, owning me completely.

His groan sounded like he was being tortured. “Baby, I want everything I see in those pretty purple eyes just as much as you do. But I don’t trust myself to stop if I gave it to you.”

“I know. It’s just…”

He leaned back, his eyes skimming over my face. “Just what?”

“The world is selfish for not letting us be together, Luca.”

“It’s not the world standing in our way,” he reminded me. “It’s your dad, and I promised him I would wait for you to turn eighteen.” He kissed the tip of my nose, and I melted back into the seat with what he said next. “Because you are worth it.”

Chapter 3

Luca

Violet didn’t want to go back to school, so I took her home so she could grab my jersey. When I pulled into the driveway, I stayed in my vehicle because the temptation of being alone in her house—in her bedroom—was too much for me when I was already about to burst in my pants.

She wasn’t even gone five minutes before she came skipping back to me, and I jumped out, opening the door for her and lifting her into the passenger seat. She’d changed into a pair of jeans and a tank top, but I saw the strings of her bikini top sticking out of the neckline.

“Guess we’re going to the beach,” I said as she tossed her gym bag into the back seat.

“We can go wherever you want. I just wanted to be prepared for anything.” She pulled out her phone, frowning at the screen before typing something as I shut the door.

“What?” I asked as I got behind the wheel.

“Mom said the school called her, but she promised not to tell Dad. Shaw texted me to let me know Jagger is skipping his afternoon classes, so she is too since they also called her mom. Hopefully Aunt Dallas doesn’t find out we took the car. But we don’t have to worry about picking Shaw up on the way to the game tonight.” She dropped her phone into one of the cupholders and shifted so she was half facing me as I backed out of her driveway. “What would you like to do?”

“Doesn’t matter to me as long as I’m with you.” I reached for her hand. Lifting it to my lips, I kissed her palm then laid our joined hands on the console between us. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll make it happen.”

She was quiet for a moment, making me look at her. Seeing the way her violet eyes were full of heat and she was licking her bottom lip, I swallowed a groan and quickly amended what I’d just said before I did something that would likely get me killed or banned from seeing my girl for the rest of my natural life—which was worse than death, if you asked me. “Tell me what you want—that doesn’t include me between your legs—and I’ll make it happen.”

Her bottom lip pouted out for half a second before she grinned. “Fine. We could go to the beach. Or the mall.” Her stomach growled loudly, and my own was quick to answer.

“First, I need to feed you,” I told her as we drove out of her neighborhood. A mile down the road, we passed Aunt Lana and Uncle Drake’s house, and I noticed both their vehicles were in the driveway. Thinking of how sick Uncle Drake was, I felt my gut clench, and I tightened my fingers around Violet’s. I knew she didn’t like talking about her dad donating part of his liver so I kept my mouth shut about the whole thing, but I heard her shaky exhale as we drove past and knew she was thinking about it despite constantly trying not to.

Lifting her hand, I kissed her fingertips to distract her. “What would you like to eat?”

She shrugged. “I’m good with anything.”

“How about I stop and get us a few pizzas, and we eat them at the beach?” I suggested.

“A few pizzas?” She snickered. “You know I’ll only eat like two slices, right?”

“Have you seen the size of me?” I smirked when her eyes skimmed over me hungrily. “Hey, hey. My eyes are up here.”

“Believe me, I know where your eyes are.”