Page 46 of Sasha’s Secret

“You’re saying we were meant to meet?” The way he asked the question made it sound as if he was taking it seriously.

Desire shivered through Sasha’s body at the low, sexy tone that transformed the atmosphere between them. “I guess I am.”

Rocco moved again, and he was almost on top of her. “We might not know what’s in the future for either of us, cara,” he growled, “but I do know what I want for now—you.”

He was already hard against her belly. Pure lust consumed her as she wrapped her free leg around his thigh and pressed closer to him.

“The feeling,” she whispered, “is very, very mutual.”

* * *

The mattress barely moved as Rocco left it, but it was enough to rouse Sasha from slumber.

“What time is it?” she murmured, reluctant to move from the position where she’d drifted off to sleep with Rocco spooning her. Which he was no longer doing, and she wished to hell he’d get his delectable body back where it belonged.

He came back to the bed, pulling his shirt on as he did so. “Zero four hundred. I have to go. Go back to sleep.”

Rocco stooped. His lips brushed her shoulder, and a deliciously sensual tremor rippled through her. Sasha sighed. Sometimes a woman had to play dirty to get what she wanted. She rolled onto her back so she could get a good view of him. Somehow, in doing so, she accidentally on purpose managed to dislodge the sheet and present him with an eyeful of her most prized assets.

If she’d blinked at the wrong moment, she’d have missed the flicker of distraction that had him fumbling with his shirt button. Her inner siren gave a smug, knowing smile, and followed it with an invisible fist-pump when he sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over her, bracing himself with a hand on either side of her.

“You did that deliberately,” he accused, fixing her with a steely glare. “Tell me, do all women go on some secret course to learn how to seduce a man, or does it just come naturally?”

Supporting herself on one elbow, Sasha rose to meet him. She caressed the back of his head with her free hand, fingers tangling in his hair, and kissed him. “The answer to your question is… it’s a secret, and I will never betray the sisterhood.”

“Tease.” He groaned and rested his forehead against hers, muttering something Italian under his breath. If they carried on like this, she was going to have to get a better handle on the language.

His open-mouthed kisses pulled at her flesh, sending sizzles of electricity through her nervous system. He traced a sensual path from her cheek and down her neck, finally arriving at her breast, where he licked and bit the pebbled nipple before suckling on it hard enough to make her squirm with a level of need that made her core pulsate.

“Stay,” she whispered.

“Can’t,” he murmured. “Training session with Scott, then it’s the day job.”

A pang of guilt hit her. They’d spent most of the night wrapped in the throes of the hottest sex she’d ever known and gotten barely any sleep. Maybe she shouldn’t have been quite so demanding.

“Wait—it’s Saturday.” As the words sank in, her brain finally kicked into gear. “It’s Saturday,” she repeated. There was something fundamentally incompatible between what Rocco was doing and the day of the week. Of course, officially, she didn't work weekends, but in reality, it never worked out that way.

Rocco gave her a wry grin. “Ten out of ten for observation.”

“So why are you working? Don’t you get time off?”

“It’s the job.”

Then the answer to her question was no. It was so unfair—what would she find to do without him? “What are you going to do?”

“After training with Scott? See if there’s anything I’ve missed.” He lowered his head to lavish attention on her other breast.

Sasha’s eyes almost rolled out of her head. The man’s mouth was a lethal weapon when it came to lovemaking. “You think that’s possible?” She just about managed to string the sentence together.

“It’s always possible. Sometimes you just don’t see things first time around, or even the second. Sometimes you take another look, and in the context of new information you’ve uncovered in the meantime, everything adds up differently. More variables, different outcomes.” He pinched her nipple and soothed it immediately with his tongue.

“I see. And how long…” Sasha’s teeth clamped down on her lower lip. The attention he was lavishing on her was dissolving her ability to think. “How long are you planning to do that? All day?”

A delicate bite to her sensitized flesh made her moan with frustration. He was doing this to her just as he was about to go? If he left her like this…

“Not all day. I have a couple of ideas I want to check out, and then I’m all yours.”

And now she was melting. “Say that again, and I’ll handcuff you to the bed.”