Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 72325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72325 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I grasped his shoulders and pulled him toward me. His body pinned mine against the couch, and he overwhelmed all my senses. And still, his hand gripped my thigh tightly.
And then I shifted my legs. It was subtle—I only spread them a little—but the gleam in his eyes told me he knew what I wanted.
His hand slid up my thigh, inch by agonizing inch, and my breathing grew louder. I pressed my lips against his, wanting him to devour my mouth again, and he obliged.
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t think, I could barely breathe—and it was the most erotic thing I’d ever felt. This powerful man had taken control of my body and my senses, and I loved it.
He curled his hand down, now more between my thighs than on top, and then the tip of his finger grazed across my panties. I jolted as if electrocuted, and he chuckled against my mouth. It was such a warm, sexy sound. I liked a man who knew the effect he had on me.
Rock took my mouth harder as his fingers explored. My legs parted further, and he wasted no time in pressing my damp panties against my slit—and hitting my clit.
I moaned and he pushed my panties aside, cupping me. “Your skin is so damn hot,” he rasped against my mouth.
My body was so damn hot—hot for him.
I wrapped my hands around his neck, only barely remembering not to hit the spot where he’d been injured, but he seemed not to care about that. He positioned himself over me for better access, and his lips traveled to my throat as his fingers glided up and down my slit.
Oh. My. God.
His fingers pushed inside me at the same time his tongue did, and I felt claimed. He was in control and that turned me on more than I’d ever dreamed.
He had two fingers inside me when this thumb stroked past my clit. I cried out, and his mouth clamped down on me, stifling the cry. Some distant part of my brain reminded me that I couldn’t get too loud, but Rocco wasn’t making that easy.
My hips lifted and pressed against his fingers as I clung to him. My head lolled back as his talented mouth nibbled and licked. His fingers pumped in and out as he worked my clit. Tension built inside me, and I wasn’t sure what was going to happen when it boiled over.
I gasped, fighting for breath as he pushed me to the point of no return. He pushed his fingers deep inside me, spreading my walls and that was all it took. My back arched and met the unmoving wall of his chest as waves rocked through me. I clamped down on the scream that wanted to escape and buried my face in the crook of his thick neck.
He didn’t let up, working me harder as my entire body trembled. I felt like I was on an out-of-control roller coaster—the ride wasn’t going to come to an end until he let it.
He groaned as I thrashed in his arms. At wringing out the last ounce of pleasure from me, he finally eased his fingers back and I gasped for air. No one had ever made me come that hard. No one had ever taken over my body and robbed me of my senses like that.
Rocco lifted me up and pulled me onto his lap. His arms went around me as I slumped against his chest, still out of breath. “That was so fucking hot,” he said. He raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them, one by one. “You taste better than the wine.”
Warmth flushed through me as he held me. When was the last time I’d felt this cherished? Rocco made me feel like there was nothing he’d rather do than to hold me.
He held me for a long time.
7
ROCCO
“Time for a boys’ night out,” Slater had said.
Just what I needed. One night, we almost got blown up. Another night, Maggie blew my fucking mind. She was so damn responsive to my touch. The way she’d moaned. The way she’d gasped and writhed on the sofa. It was all I could think about. So what the fuck was I doing in a strip club?
But we hit this place a few times a month. It was what guys like us did. One incredible evening with a beautiful barmaid didn’t change that, which was probably a good thing. A sweet girl like her didn’t belong in my world. She belonged with someone else. In a nice place in the suburbs, with a caring husband, a bunch of kids, and a dog. She deserved a man who could make her his number one priority.
I couldn’t do that. Not for Maggie. Not for anyone else. Nobody forbade me to date. It was perfectly fine for guys like me, Slater, and Julian to go out with women. But I had no illusions. As soon as someone decided to take me out, anyone I cared for would have a target painted on their back. They would be killed, because that’s how life in the organization was.