Page 32 of Sasha’s Secret

Being around Rocco had driven her to the brink of insanity. Sasha had only needed to hear his voice and that deliciously sexy accent, and her bones started to melt. Her ability to think straight was disintegrating, which was why she’d vacillated between wanting him so badly even her teeth ached with it, and behaving with cool impartiality.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The scent of him was dizzying, all clean male and the masculine fragrance of his body wash. She hadn’t been able to keep her hands off him in the shower. He’d wanted to shave but the light scrape of his scruff against her palms had made her spine tingle with anticipation. The delay while he removed it would have been untenable.

He was truly a banquet for the eyes. Simply looking at him tore her in two—one half wanted to spend a lifetime getting to know every inch of him, while the other half was all revved up and ready to get down and dirty. She might not have a lifetime, but when Fate dropped a gift like Rocco into a woman’s lap, she owed it to Fate to treat that gift with the respect it deserved. To live in the moment, enjoy it, and make it last as long as possible.

Sasha wrapped her free arm around his torso and draped her leg over his thigh. As she nuzzled his neck, peppering his skin with light kisses and nibbles, her hand explored the muscular contours of his back. He was lean and strong, and though he went running and visited the gym regularly, these muscles came from hard work in the field.

Lying like this, his cock was a thick bar of hot steel against her belly—dear heaven, when she’d first seen him naked, all she could think of was how it would feel when he filled her. Even the thought of him inside her was enough to plunge her into a frenzy of smoldering, carnal hunger.

She wanted contact with him over every inch of her body, to brand every inch of him as hers, so a part of him would always remember her and want her, no matter who he was with in the future. She wanted to put him on his back and ride him until they both reached the peak, until he came inside her and she could feel the jackhammer pulse of his release in every cell in her body.

Intending to maneuver him into the position she wanted, she pushed at his shoulder, but Rocco was too quick. He finished the movement she started and ended up looming over her, big and male and oh so desirable. She wailed her surrender when his hand parted her thighs and his fingers pushed inside her.

He muttered some dark, Italian profanity. “You’re so wet.”

“What do you expect?” She tugged at his lower lip with her teeth. “I’ve thought about having you since the day you arrived, when I saw you come around the front of the Escalade.”

He rubbed her clit and she almost howled. Her thighs clamped together, imprisoning his hand, and he retaliated by zeroing in on her G-spot. This time she did howl—an explosive orgasm soared way beyond her control and into vertical takeoff, taking her straight to paradise.

“How…?”

Sasha could barely get the word out. She wasn’t even sure what she was trying to ask, but none of that mattered as Rocco kissed her forehead.

“The night’s only just started,” he whispered against her temple. “So have I.”

Sasha growled. At the same time, she pushed against him. He resisted for a moment, but then he was exactly where she wanted him—on his back.

She straddled his thighs and gazed down at her fallen angel—sinful and divine, he promised her heaven, but only through the purgatory of his terms. Even in this submissive position, he radiated dominance.

She knew her advantage wouldn’t last long. His abdominal muscles contracted and he sat upright, one arm tight around her, while he used the other hand to guide her nipple to his mouth. The pull as he suckled made her head swim, until all she could do was cling to him because her knees were about to fail her.

The sensations pulsing through her were intense… unbearable. Soft whimpers didn’t help. All she could do was hold on tight as he maneuvered her back beneath him.

“Cara.”

He whispered the word as he caressed her cheek, and with a brief kiss to her mouth, he moved away from her. She tried to pull him back, but he evaded her grasp and settled into a new position between her parted thighs. If he was even only half as skilled there as he’d already proved he was elsewhere…

What the man could do with his mouth and tongue was positively wicked. He urged her closer and closer to the edge, then drew back before she could topple over it into ecstasy. Each crackling jolt scrambled her ability to think even more. With no chance to recover, she couldn’t give voice to the wayward thoughts rioting inside her head, and when he finally teased her beyond the point of no return, all she could do was cry out his name.

“Rocco!”

He returned to her side, and when he kissed her again, she tasted herself on his lips. As normality seeped into her consciousness and her racing pulse calmed once more, Sasha became aware of an uncontrollable tremor, saw it when she tried to touch him with trembling fingers. “What did you do?”

He smiled as with an incredibly tender touch, he brushed her hair away from her face. “You mean no lover has ever—”

“They have,” she gasped, “but it’s never been like that.”

“I thought it would be a good way to get things started.”

If she’d had the energy, she might have punched him, but as her frazzled mind cleared, a sweeter revenge struck her. Turnabout was fair play, after all.

“My turn now.” Sasha licked her lips.

Rocco groaned.

She tilted her head to one side. “What was that for?”

“Seeing you do that,” he replied. “Do it again, and I won’t be responsible for the consequences.”