His expression tightened. Slowly he shook his head. “Do you really think I didn’t notice you all this time? That it was only because of some dress you wore the other night, that I finally saw you?”
She stared up at him. “You’re not serious.”
“I wish I wasn’t. But there you have it,” he smiled ruefully. “You have no fucking idea how much I want you. If you did, you’d be running away fast.”
“I’m not afraid.” She clenched her sex. So wet. So wanting. “I want it all.”
He kissed her, a passionate press of his mouth that was too quick. But then he dropped to his knees to peel her sodden jeans from one leg, then the other. Then she had only her black panties on.
He pushed her until she let the wall behind her take the bulk of her weight. Legs spread, she looked down to revel in the sight of him at her feet, at the feel of his firm hands sliding up the insides of her thighs, at the look of fierce concentration—determination—in his eyes.
He’d given in completely and was now devoting himself to the task at hand. She’d known he’d be intense. That his effort would be beyond one hundred percent. That was the way he rolled, in everything. And right now, she was the everything he was focused on.
He glanced up, ensuring her attention was on him. “This is where I dreamed of kissing you.”
He tongued her. A long, languid lick and then a kiss that was anything but quick. She cried out at the sensation that speared through her. He touched her again, licking her open even more. Making her wetter still.
He leaned back to look into her face. “Dani?”
“Please.” She wanted the rest of him. “Just do it.”
“Soon.”
“Now.”
He laughed and slid his hand between her legs. His fingers circled around the slippery, ready heat of her. His thumb flicked in a tantalizing rhythm.
“Nice?”
“Not enough,” she answered. “I want it all.”
“Impatient.”
“I’m not.” She was desperate.
“I am not rushing this,” he said firmly. “You’ve waited this long, a few more minutes won’t matter.”
He laughed at the look she threw him. “You’ll thank me. Trust me.”
“Just kiss me again.”
He did, pressing his mouth to her sex, sucking her clit into his wet heat and letting his tongue strike over the tip, back and forth in a way designed to send her insane.
“More.” She bent, steadying herself by bracing on his shoulders and rocking gently into his upturned face. “Please give me more.”
She wanted him inside her. She’d wanted this for so long. Had wondered for so long. There was no time for nerves, there was only need. This was right. This was what she wanted.
He tongued her again, flickering rough lashes around and around and then over her clit until she was rocking her hips in a swift rhythm. She panted. The hot water ran down her body, between her breasts as she stood astride his kneeling form.
“Rocco.”
He was so fucking magnificent. And he was on his knees. All hers. She couldn’t believe it.
“Rocco.”
She shivered as a pre-climax convulsion hit her and she instinctively arched away.
“Let me.” He lifted her foot, widening her stance, then gripped her inner thighs with strong hands, pushing her further apart, so he could see, taste, touch.
And he did. The lush lashes of his tongue resumed, but his fingers teased nearer too, stroking through her wet heat. But not pushing inside.
“Rocco.” She ached for fulfilment.
He growled, a hungry, passionate sound as he opened his mouth wide to suck her off. Oh he was ravenous. But so was she. For more.
She writhed, circling her hips, trying to entice him right inside. But he resisted, held her firm. Teased.
“Come for me,” he muttered. “Come.”
Her eyes closed, as she abandoned her attempt to drive him, or to control herself. Waves of pleasure washed over her. Her body shuddered as pleasure twisted her up in sharp spasms.
Oh yes. That’s what an orgasm ought to feel like.
She tumbled to her knees, into his embrace. His strong arms pulled her close. His body was so hard, she wanted to wrap herself round him and simply cling.
He lifted her chin so he could kiss her. She leaned into him, pouring herself into the kiss. Holding nothing back.
More.
With firm hands he gently released her and rose. The flow of water ceased. A second later he crouched before her again, a huge white towel in his hands. He wrapped the cloth around her, pressing gently. As if her skin was delicate. As if she was delicate.
She wasn’t. She was desperate for everything else.
She reached out, placing her hand over his wrist, so he stilled. He looked into her eyes.
“I don’t want you to go easy on me,” she said, blushing despite just having come on his tongue. She didn’t want it to be all ‘sweet’. As if she were ‘fragile’ or ‘precious’.
“I’m not going rough.” He resumed towelling her back dry gently. “Not right away.”
But part of her wanted rough. She didn’t want him holding anything back.
He stood and held out a hand. She reached up, her fingers curling instinctively into his.
“Then can we hurry?” she asked. “Because I want it all.”
But he didn’t hurry. He just smiled a slow, lazy smile. “Used to making a few demands, aren’t you?”
“I try. Usually they don’t get me anywhere.”
He tossed the towel to the floor and drew her body right against his damp one. “I’ve already told you I’ll listen. And I am listening.”
She met his meaningful gaze. Deep low something quivered. He wasn’t going to go easy on her.
Chapter Ten
“THIS ISN’T GOING to be what you expect,” he said.
“No?”
“No.” He sounded so determined about that. But he smiled at the same time.
“Can we go to bed now?” She wanted to feel him on her. In her. This instant.
He didn’t lead her to his bedroom, but to the sofa. He glanced at her, and then sat in the very middle of it. His erection slapped against his tight abs.
He had a condom in his hand, must have gotten it from the bathroom. She moved to stand between his spread knees, watching close while he tore the foil and then rolled the rubber down his thick length.
He looked up at her. “You going to come here?”
“I sure hope so.”
He held out his hands to her. “Come on then.”
She took his hands, and carefully straddled him, one knee either side of him. He was right, this wasn’t what she’d expected.
This was better. She could see him—all of him. Most especially his face. His eyes. He kissed her, then turned his attention to her breasts, kissing them from tip, across the dip and rise again, to the other peak. His erection pressed between their stomachs, so rigid and hot. She had to touch.
But she’d barely stroked when he grabbed her wrist in an iron grip. “Sorry Princess. Later.”
“Promise?”
“Absolutely.”
He framed her face in his hands, pulled her in to kiss her. Then his hands roved, sliding over her back, slipping to her breasts again, and then to her hips. He gripped, pulled her closer.
“Rub against me,” he muttered. “Use me.”
Her plaything?
He rocked her against him, showing her. She lifted up, but he didn’t let her slide down on him. She was so hungry for it she ached. Instead he just rocked her against him again. A beat later she was doing it for herself. It was such sweet torture. She loved the feel of his hard, ridged cock rubbing against her clit. Loved the way he ran his hands up and down her back with a firmer and firmer touch. She arched back into his hands, pushing her breasts closer to his face. And he took advantage of the fact.
Another orgasm loomed. She didn’t want that
without him inside her.
“Rocco.”
He lifted one hand from her, stretching it along the back of the sofa.
“I’m here,” he murmured, cupping her face to kiss her. “You want me. You take me.”
She understood. He was giving her the responsibility. Her choice.
“Just know that if you do, there’ll be turnabout,” he rubbed her lip with the tip of his finger. “My turn after.”
“And you’ll take?” She shivered with need.
“Everything.” He reached out, so now both his arms were spread wide, his hands gripping the upholstery.
Yeah. He wasn’t going to touch her in this moment. Wasn’t going to guide.
It was all down to her. She was free to do what she wanted—with him. To him.
Determination sank into her skin. That’s what she wanted. Everything.
She bent forward and kissed him, rising above him. She could feel his tension and she smiled against his mouth.