Page 31 of Sasha’s Secret

Reality gave way to the desire in her gaze as she went about the task of drying him off. When she reached his cock and balls, he had to grit his teeth and mentally strip down his Glock and put it back together again, so he wouldn’t go off like a rocket in her hands. His self-control was completely shredded.

Finally, he couldn’t take the torment any longer. “Sasha, that’s enough.”

He tried to keep his voice gentle, but the words were rough and gravelly. As she turned away to drop the towel in the laundry hamper, he hooked a finger in her towel, pulled it loose, and tossed it in, too.

Sasha spun around to face him. “What—”

“That’s better. I can’t wait any longer.”

“My hair…”

Although he’d toweled it dry, her hair was still damp. “I think I saw a dryer somewhere—”

“I’ll tie it up. I don’t even know why I mentioned it…”

Nerves, probably. Hopefully anticipation, too. “Hey.” He laid his palm against her cheek. “Come to bed with me?”

The question had the desired effect. She visibly relaxed—he could almost feel the waves of tension flooding away from her. “Yes, please. It’s been a while, though.”

Cristo. How was he supposed to hold onto the veneer of civilization when he heard a confession like that? He swept her up in his arms, and grinned when she shrieked in surprise. He loved the way her arms ended up around his neck.

“Wait.”

Almost at the doorway, Rocco stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, but there’s something we need. Can you put me down, please?”

He had no intention of doing that—not until they reached the bed, anyway. “Tell me what it is.”

The bathroom had more storage than he’d need in three lifetimes, and it was at one of the many drawers he hadn’t opened yet that Sasha glanced. He carried her to it, and held her tightly while she retrieved a small box from it. “We’re going to need these.”

Rocco raised an eyebrow. Condoms. “Why are they there, and how did you know?”

“I put them there,” she confessed. “Part of the housekeeping we provide when there are guests staying overnight. I believe in being prepared, but not everyone does.”

Rocco believed the same, but compared to this, his supply was meager. “Now that we are prepared—”

She laid a finger over his lips. “It’s time to stop talking.”

He carried her back to the bedroom, and with great care, set her down in the center of the huge bed. She was perfect—and exactly where she belonged. He went around the room and dimmed the lights, then returned to where his lover awaited him.

Sasha had rolled onto her side and was watching him. There was no way she could miss his body’s response to her attention. Lasting long enough to ensure he gave her all the pleasure she deserved could prove a challenge, but it was one he was eager and ready to… rise to.

Rocco lay down beside her. For long moments, he simply drank his fill of the visual, of Sasha in his bed, naked, available and wanting him as much as he wanted her. She’d tied her hair back while he’d been attending to the lights, and now primitive instincts urged him to grasp the ponytail and anchor her in place while he plundered her mouth and claimed her properly for himself. However, the gentleman his mother had taught him to be encouraged him to take his time, to make it so good for her, she’d never forget him.

He didn't want her to forget him.

Rocco raised his hand. He had to touch her, reassure himself she wasn’t a dream, yet as he would have laid his palm against her cheek, the differences between the two of them came sharply into focus—her skin was so soft, so flawless, so perfect, while his hands were the brutal hands of a killer.

“Whatever you’re thinking of, it has no place here.” Sasha pressed his hand to her cheek. “I know you want me, and if it really needs to be said, I want you, too. It’s just you and me, Rocco. There’s no room in this bed for anything but us… What we can give to each other… What we can be to each other.”

Her soft words of encouragement were all he needed. He stroked her cheek, marveling again that she was with him, then leaned in to claim her mouth.

She responded with a hunger that equaled his own. Her warmth and softness sent a thrill of pure ecstasy through him.

He needed her to be closer, though. He moved his hand to the small of her back and pulled her to him, knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied until their bodies became one.

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