Her thoughts turned to one word:Yes. For three long years, she’d been waiting to feel like this again, as though the very force of life imbued her, filling her with glittering pleasure and wanton heat.
His hand slid to grip her inner thigh and squeezed, making her abdomen contract and her sex pulse with wet need.Touch me. Take me.
She let her arm slide across his shoulders and arched into him. The texture of his tuxedo jacket was rough wherever it touched her bare skin, but that turned her on. She tilted her mouth up to his in complete surrender.
He took all she offered, lips smooth and firm and bruising. He was so hungry she felt devoured, but he was slaking a hunger that had gnawed at her for so long, she had thought it would consume her.
Slowly he drew back, catching at her mouth several times as though he couldn’t resist one more taste. One more.
“You’re shaking,” he said, arm firmly around her shoulders, holding their upper bodies angled toward each other while his hand was still pinned between her clamped thighs. “Afraid?”
“No. Yes. A little,” she said helplessly. “I don’t know what I am.”
“Good. I like the way you look right now.” His heavy-lidded gaze caressed her face while his voice was all iron and resolve, fully in possession of himself and her. “You finally look the way I feel. I’m going to keep you in this state while we eat and dance and kiss…”
His mouth barely touched hers again, but she felt the tip of his tongue sweep the tender flesh of her inner lip. It might as well have been in a far more intimate place, considering the flood of heat that pooled there.
His arm eased and he drew his hand from her leg.
She was instantly cold. Bereft. Utterly at a loss.
“I don’t think I can eat.”
“Take your time.” He lightly rubbed the backs of his fingers against her upper arm. “Make me wait.Tease me back.”
She had never once in her life imagined she could tease anyone. Not sexually. Not with her dearth of experience, but she set her hand on his steely thigh, letting him feel her fingernails as she leaned in and said something she was confident any heterosexual man would love to hear.
“I’m not wearing a bra.”
“I am very aware, bella.” The weight of his gaze slid to her chest, heavy as a hand. “I look forward to pulling that dress down so I can suck your nipples.”
Her abdomen contracted in a fresh punch of erotic anticipation. She faltered and sat back, realizing he was far better at this than she was.
In an absent move, she touched her fingertip to the sauce on the plate, distrusting its bright green color. The flavor was salt, rosemary and tangy lime, not unpleasant at all.
She realized Rocco was watching her. The ferocity that had come alive in her lately rallied, refusing to let him win this round without at least taking her own shots.
“I think about London a lot,” she told him with a challenging tilt of her chin, keeping her finger near her tongue. “I pretend my hand is yours.”
The angles in his face grew more pronounced. His nostrils flared.
Therewas the man she remembered from that day, the one who had given her more pleasure in one brief encounter than she’d ever found anywhere else. His eyelids grew heavy. His dark brown gaze gleamed with lust.
Her bones turned to sand. Each breath she took scraped sensually within her. Her body was softening, melting and beginning to ache.
“The next time I have you across my lap, I’m going to be buried so deep inside you, neither of us will be able to breathe,” he promised.
She believed him.
Chapter Seven
BY THE TIMEthey entered the elevator to his penthouse, Mira was barely capable of speech.
They hadn’t eaten much. They had danced several times, swaying as they embraced. It had been an excuse for him to lazily run his hands over her back while the press of his arousal had brushed against her stomach. They had kissed.
The man loved to kiss and he was good at it, making her feel like she was made of warm honey.
On the drive home, he’d played his fingers against her knee, keeping the heat within her stoked so that she looked to him in the elevator, eager for him to be more aggressive. To quit teasing andtouchher.
