She guessed she’d have to work harder to get him to relax. Jemma’s voice was low, seductive. “You don’t need to apologize. I promise I won’t let my guard down when we’re not together,” she said, her hand sliding up his arm to rest on his chest.
His heartbeat quickened under her touch.
“Promise that you’ll keep your cell phone with you and answer my fucking texts,” Rocco demanded, and she knew he was serious.
She forced her independent streak away and gave in to having someone in her life who cared whether she lived or died. Not because they were family or work colleagues. But because she was special to him.
The more time she spent with this man, the more she doubtedshe could live without him. It was a sobering thought for someone who’d been alone for most of her life, dabbling in short-term relationships and inconsequential flings.
Along the way, she’d convinced herself that this closeness wasn’t something she wanted or needed. Rocco made her rethink everything she thought she knew about herself.
And she was glad for it.
Jemma gently gripped his shoulders, massaging them, then softly kissed his neck.
A husky moan rumbled from Rocco.
She had him where she wanted him.
She might not be big on words and talking about her emotions, but she could show him that his feelings for her were mutual.
Jemma slipped her arms around his neck, then gazed into his gorgeous face as her body pressed against his. His arousal was thick and hard against her.
“You see what you do to me?” Rocco said, his voice low and husky.
“Yes, I see,” Jemma said, feeling a spark of mischief dance through her. “Now, I’ll show you what I do to you.”
A curious expression played across his face, but he didn’t have to wait long to find out what she meant.
Jemma dropped to her knees before him, pulling the pants of his scrubs down with her. She stared at the massive bulge in his boxer briefs. His cock stretched the soft cotton. She slipped a hand inside and freed it from constraint. It throbbed upright in her face, and she couldn’t resist swiping her tongue across the wet tip.
“Jemma...” he groaned out. His hand caressed her head, fingers threading through her hair, as he forced her to look up at him. His eyes held a question that could only be answered in one way. She tightened her hand around his shaft and stroked his length as she grinned back at him.
This man was her undoing.
A blissful intoxication she didn’t want to resist.
Opening her mouth, she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. He tasted salty and sweet mixed with the heady scent of his masculinity. He grew harder as she slid her mouth up and down his shaft. Encouraged by his thrusting hips, she tilted her head at the perfect angle to take him deeper.
His face was a mask of pleasure as his brown eyes locked onto her, watching her with an intimate passion that sent shivers across her body. She’d never wanted to please a man as much as Rocco.
Or want to be pleased by him.
Swirling her tongue around the massive girth in her mouth, she increased the speed and pressure of her strokes. Her free hand found his ass, squeezing and massaging his firm flesh as his thrusts into her mouth became more chaotic and intense.
Rocco twitched and flexed as he pressed a hand against the wall to balance himself. His breaths grew erratic. His cock jerked against her tongue. He was close. Only seconds away from exploding within her mouth?—
Jemma squealed as Rocco jerked away. His strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her into the air. They spun in a dizzying circle until she fell backward onto the couch. Rocco yanked her thong down her legs.
“I’m coming inside of you,” Rocco growled.
She was definitely wet enough. He stroked her sensitive clit, triggering intense pleasure through her body, then followed the move with a forceful thrust. The friction building from his strokes was enough to drive her wild. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she held on as he pumped harder and faster until he arched his back and came inside of her.
Her orgasm was only a second behind, rocking through her body in devastating waves. She squeezed her eyes closed, riding thepowerful orgasm that shook her uncontrollably. As the intensity waned, she opened her eyes and stared into Rocco’s gorgeous brown pools.
He looked at her as if she was the most beautiful woman in the world. The only one he wanted to look at for the rest of his life. Panic sliced through her. Could this be happening? Could this connection be so pure and real and … hers?
Rocco kissed her softly. He pulled back too soon for her liking, stroking the strands of hair from her face.
