Primal yet intimate.
“You're so tight. You're so...” His words trailed off into a guttural moan as she clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth. “Jemma …” he groaned between panting breaths. Her name on his lips was like a prayer uttered by a man lost in ecstasy.
The scent of their passion filled the library—sweat and desire wafting around them like a heady aphrodisiac. Skin slapping against skin filled the room with a symphony of desperate need and lust punctuated by their ragged breaths and gasps.
His hands gripped her hips tightly, pulling her back against him with each powerful stroke that left them both shaking with desire. The sensation sent shock waves through his body, but he couldn’t come. Not yet. Not until she came first.
“Oh … my … Rocco … oh.” Incoherent whispers tumbled from her lips. His fingers slipped between their entwined bodies, plunging inside her wet folds and finding her sensitive nub. He increased the pressure on her clit as he drove into her with long, hard strokes. She matched his moves with frantic bucking against him, which was about to damn near push him over the edge.
That’s when he caught a glimpse of Vance in the reflection of the glass-covered bookcases. Jealousy shot through Rocco as Vance watched them as if in a trance. The bastard’s hand brushed over the bulge in his pants. The fucker hadn’t bothered to hide his attraction to Jemma. But Rocco had no plans of sharing her with anyone. It was time Vance knew once and for all who she belonged to.
Jemma was all his.
He wasn’t letting her go.
Rocco slammed into her harder, on the brink of flooding her with his seed. Her slick heat spasmed around him. He groaned into her neck, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt himself losing control. His legs shook as he pounded deeper.
A low moan dripping with ecstasy escaped from her lips. “Faster … harder … Rocco … please …” Her commands unleashed the animal within him that refused to be tamed. He wanted to claim her, tattoo his essence all over her, and ruin any chance of another man filling this place in her life.
Jemma’s body bucked against him, meeting his movements with fervor. Her breath hitched, the soft moans spurring him on like gasoline to a fire. He grunted with approval as he ravished her body, taking everything she offered and demanding more. She pulsed around him, and he knew she was so close, teetering on the edge of climax.
He coaxed her. “That’s it, Jemma. Let go for me, baby,” he groaned against her earlobe before biting it gently with his teeth.
As if by his command, she broke beneath him. The intensity of her orgasm shook both of their bodies. Orgasmic bliss rocked through him as his release merged with hers. Hot spurts pumped deep inside of her as he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
He collapsed on top of Jemma, careful not to suffocate her with the fullness of his weight. Panting heavy breaths, he glanced at the reflection in the glass.
Vance was gone.
Jemma’s voice broke the sexual trance clouding his mind.
She spoke through heavy breaths, “Sorry, yeah, I’m here. Did you get the copy?” She was quiet, listening to the call through her earbuds. “Good work. Let me know what you find.” Jemma snatched the buds from her ears and flipped over to face him.
Rocco eased her up from the desk until they were standing, holding each other close. His cock hadn’t gotten the memo that there was no time for a round two. He was aching to be inside of Jemma again. Now that he’d had her, he wasn’t sure how he’d ever let her go.
“Not how I thought our first time would be,” Rocco said, gazing into her eyes for any sign of regret. He was thankful when he saw none.
“It was my idea, not yours,” Jemma said, resting her hands on the sides of his face. She tilted her head and brushed her lips against his in the sweetest kiss he’d ever felt.
Pulling away too soon, Jemma said, “This was not a mistake.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“It was inevitable.” Jemma bit her lower lip.
“Yeah …” Rocco chuckled. “Glad you’re starting to see things my way.”
“Only with this,” Jemma said, giving him a playful punch.
He rested his hands on her hips and gently pushed her dress back down over her thighs.
Jemma turned her back to him, focusing on the two phones on the desk. She moved quickly, typing on each one, then turned around and thrust Eddie’s phone against his chest. “Here. Find a way to get this back to Eddie. I’ll be out soon.”
Rocco slipped the phone into his pocket, then leaned over and kissed Jemma again. “Don’t take too long.” He turned and walked out of the library.
Chapter 32
Jemma lifted herself onto the desk as Rocco walked out of the library.
