A burst of joy blooms in my heart at the thought of seeing him again. I plant my hands on Rocky's chest as he tips his face down closer to mine. His lips are just a hair's breadth from mine, and I wonder if he’s going to kiss me. My lips tingle in anticipation, but his lips never touch mine.
Instead, he groans, “Fuck, I'm dying to taste you, baby, but if I do, I know I'll never make it back to that table.”
My entire body is trembling, and it’s not from the cold. His heat is branding me through our clothing. My nipples pebble, and I can feel Rocky’s huge erection pressing against my stomach. It’s no surprise he’s just as big there as he is everywhere else.
I take in a shaky breath before I suggest, “Tomorrow night at the pub then?”
A sound like a growl rumbles up out of his big chest before he steps back, every muscle in his body taut like it took everything in him to release me.
He adjusts the bulge in his pants, and my cheeks flame. It's so erotic watching him touch himself down there, knowing that I made him hard like that.
He swipes his thumb along my bottom lip as his eyes bore down into mine with a promise. “Until tomorrow night, sweetheart.”
Four
Rocky
Ihate the idea of sneaking around to see my woman like we're teenagers doing something wrong, but I'll do whatever it takes to see my sweetheart. And if this is how she says it has to be, then I'll go along with it—for now.
But make no mistake. There's no way I'm doing this forever. Sooner or later the world is going to know that this little honey is mine.
Fuck her father. I don't give a shit about senators or any of their political bullshit. All I care about is Holly, and if she wants me, then I'll move heaven and earth to make sure we're together.
I don't know what she's so scared of, but it's obvious she's frightened of what her father will do if he finds out she's with me.
I get it. I'm not in the same class level as them. I don't run in the same circles. I was only invited to dinner at his house because I'm this prize mare that won him a lot of money. The man's condescending attitude the entire night grated on my nerves. He and his fuck buddies treated me as if I was a specimen to be studied. Something to be humored and gawked over.
He’d probably die of mortification if he found out that I'm going to be sticking my big, fat cock inside his daughter.
Fuck him. I'm not scared of him. I just need some time to show Holly that she doesn't ever have to be afraid of anything when she's with me. Once I get her on board, I'm taking her. Simple as that.
I might not be as rich as her father, but I've got enough money to keep her in an extravagant lifestyle. She'll never have to do anything if she doesn't want to. Whatever she wants will be hers. I'll do whatever it takes to get it for her.
I’m sitting in the pub thirty minutes before she shows up. It's not that she's late. It’s just I'm so impatient to see her again that I'm early.
I sit at the booth drumming my fingers on the table, my eyes never leaving the doorway. My chest tightens every time it swings open, hoping for a glimpse of Holly.
When she finally comes walking through the doorway, looking even prettier than I remember, I jump out of my seat and head over to her. That tightness in my chest finally abates. I can finally breathe again.
She smiles at me shyly as I pull her close to me and lead her over to the booth. I've paid off the waiters to make sure no one sits in any of the tables around us so we can have our privacy, though if I have my way, we won't be here for long.
I'm dying to kiss her, but I still refrain, knowing that once I get my lips on hers, I won't be able to stop, and all we need is to make front page news with me ravaging her in the back of this pub for all the world to see.
While part of me thrills at the thought of claiming her publicly, another possessive part of me balks at the idea of anyone getting to see an inch of her skin. That's for my eyes only. When I finally do claim her, it's going to be just me and her. No one else around us.
“I'm sorry for how my father treated you last night,” she says as she slides into the booth.
I sit across from her. I can't stop staring at how beautiful she looks. “Don't apologize for him. It's not your fault, and his actions are not a reflection on you. I’m used to dealing with men like him.”
“Still, I feel bad,” she says.
I reach across the table and take her hands in mine. She's so tiny and delicate everywhere. It causes a surge of protectiveness to fill my chest. “Don’t,” I insist. “It was worth it because I got to see you last night. It's a good thing too because I felt like I was going to die. I didn't know if I could wait another day, sweetheart.”
Her cheeks turn pink as she gives me that shy smile again. “I was eager to see you too.”
I lift her knuckles to my lips and kiss them reverently because I feel like I'll die if I don't get my lips on her in some way. “Do you want a drink, sweetheart, or can we go ahead and get out of here? I want to take you somewhere we can be alone.”
Her lips part, and I see the pulse fluttering in her throat before she shakes her head. “No. I don't care about drinking. I’ll go with you.”