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“I can cook,” she says, but I shake my head.
“Not a chance. My woman is getting spoiled.”
“I really am a woman now,” she says, and her pussy tightens around my cock.
“We better do it again just to make sure,” I say as my tongue touches hers and I press her against the tile wall in the shower.
Chapter 15
Lizzy
Rocco slides into bed behind me and pulls me into his big warm body. No one has ever made me feel small and delicate like he does. He engulfs me without trying and I still don’t understand how someone could find him scary. If anything, he’s the most comforting thing in the world. I know nothing can touch me with him around me.
I pretend to be asleep, but I’ve been awake for over twenty minutes and I wonder how long he was gone before that. I knew when I woke he wasn’t in the house without having to look. I could feel it. Where could he have gone in the middle of the night only to return when the sun came up?
I feel him move my hair from my neck and place a kiss there. He whispers against my skin, “I love you more than life itself.” My heart clenches because it’s filled with so much love—something I didn’t know was possible until him.
There isn’t anyone else for him except me and I’m the one he put into his home while he was away. There’s no doubt in my mind he loves me with everything he has inside of him. So if he’s sneaking out in the middle of the night, that can only mean one thing.
“Please tell me you won’t get sent back,” I whisper.
I finally connect where he went. A man like Rocco wouldn’t be okay with the things the Conner family did. Not only because of what they did to him but what they did to me.
He rolls me over in his arms and the sun pouring in from the window lets me see his handsome face. Maybe not classically handsome like a model on a magazine, because his features are hard and fierce, but he’s all man and it makes the tender ache I feel between my thighs throb with need. I don’t care if I’m still sore, I want him inside me. I don’t think I’ll ever not have the need to be as close to him as I can get.
“How long have you been awake?” His eyes search my face with concern. “You needed rest, baby.” He’s worried about me, but he’s the one we should be worried about right now. My eyes start to water because he didn’t answer my question. “Jesus.” He cups my face in his giant hands. “No one will ever take you from me again. Get that shit out of your head.”
His deep voice rumbles through me and his words are a promise. I can tell from the glint in his eyes he’s not fucking around. I don’t think he’d let anything come between us ever again. That thought should scare me, but it only has me pushing my body into his. I don’t ever want to be taken from him.
“Rest,” he manages to grit out as he tries not to take me. I watched him do the same thing last night and eventually he won. He licked me until all the orgasms were too much to take and I passed out. He’s relentless with his mouth.
“Tell me,” I push, because I have to know.
He cups my face before he slides his fingers into my hair. “You’re so soft.” He sighs when I raise an eyebrow at him. “Why do you want to know the dirty details?”
“I like your dirty details.” I watch his nose flare at my confession and his eyes go to my mouth.
“He should have taken his beating and let it go. I should have known that he’d never let that be the end of it.”
No he wouldn’t. Men like Gabe let their egos do the work. He thinks he can take and have anything he want. Someone put him in his place and he didn’t like it.
“I’m kind of glad he didn’t.”
I let out a small gasp. If Gabe Conner hadn’t pressed those charges maybe Rocco never would have gone to prison. We could have been together all this time.
“You’re not the only woman those Conner men have attacked. It seems it runs in the family.”
I swallow hard and try not to think of all their dirty deeds. I had a feeling that might be the case. It’s something I brought up when I was pushing about Rocco being behind bars for something that I honestly thought hadn’t gone far enough.
Maybe I’m not as sweet as Rocco thinks. Somehow, though, he reads my thoughts. Maybe all those letters made it easy for him to know where I stand because I told him everything I was thinking no matter how small.
