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A tight little laugh escaped her. ‘Next you’ll be asking me to believe in fairy tales where the big, bad wolf is just a friendly tomcat.’
He gave a throaty laugh. ‘The only parallel to be drawn is that red is my favourite colour. But you’re thankfully far from a guileless innocent, bella mia. And I have no wish to devour you.’ He reached out, dragged a finger down her cheek to her throat, his touch testing her pulse. ‘Not immediately anyway,’ he added, a throb of unmistakable arousal in his voice.
‘Rocco...’
He snatched her close, wrapping his arms around her waist. ‘Give in to me, Mia,’ he muttered thickly, his mouth trailing the sensitive skin of her neck, leaving a trail of gooseflesh all over her body.
‘No.’ The denial was weak, barely audible. So she tried again. ‘That’s...that’s not what we agreed.’
Another kiss lingered on her racing pulse. ‘The beauty of being adults gifted with reasoning and willpower is that we can change our minds. Renegotiate. You want me. And I need you.’
He pressed her closer so there was no mistaking the depth of his thick, powerful need. A helpless moan ripped free from her throat, ferocious desire mounting inside her.
‘Are you going to deny this? Deny us?’ he rasped fiercely.
Mia shook her head, more to rid herself of the fog overwhelming her than in answer. Vaguely, she felt his busy hands at her waist.
‘Then kiss me, amante,’ Rocco muttered, drawing back a fraction and holding himself temptingly just out of reach, just as he had at the altar.
And just as before, need shamed her resistance to smithereens, triggering a wild clamour that had her fisting his lapels and yanking his head down, her lips already parting as he hungrily bore down on her, accepting her greedy invitation to fling them both into madness.
And, oh, what sublime madness it was!
Mia couldn’t get enough of his taste, of the thick arms that dragged her closer until they were plastered together from chest to thighs. Couldn’t get enough of the rough sounds he made as he savoured her, his hands gripping her hips for a moment before he lifted her off her feet.
Her senses and body went in
to free fall when Rocco tossed her on the bed. He bore down on her, swallowing her cry of surprise with another torrid kiss that had her free falling all over again. Her fingers speared through his hair, gripping him tight to deepen the kiss. She moaned again when he wrapped an arm around her waist and rolled them over. Splayed on top of him, she felt a sense of feminine power and desire smash through her. She broke the kiss, awed and overwhelmed as their gazes locked. The surreal connection that had existed between them from the moment they laid eyes on each other returned in full force. Without conscious thought, she moved, dragging her heated centre over his erection.
Rocco groaned, gripping her hips to deepen the contact. ‘Mia dea...’
My goddess.
He’d used to call her that. She’d used to love it.
In the past. Before her life had detonated.
What was she doing?
Before she could course-correct, he spun them around again, resuming his dominant position and crumbling her resistance. This time, his hands wreaked deeper havoc, reaching beneath the silk and chiffon to brand her skin. Mia felt him tug at her underwear. Then he was parting her thighs, sinking to his knees beside the bed.
Mia cried out in stunned pleasure as his hot, expert lips delivered a carnal, soul-searing kiss. ‘Rocco!’
He didn’t respond. He was too busy throwing her legs over his shoulders, parting her wider in order to drive her deeper into insanity. Mia was aware of the sounds emitting from her throat. Of her heart attempting to bang itself out of her ribs. Then, as he pleasured her with supreme expertise, she felt stars dancing at the edges of her vision. Right before she screamed in sublime release.
When she came to, he was kissing her fingers, her wrist, the oversensitive skin of her inner elbow. When he reached her shoulder, he murmured in her ear. ‘Tell me I can have you, Mia.’
She opened drowsy eyes, stared at the stucco ceiling of her suite.
What was she doing?
The question came again. Starker than before. Reminding her how dangerously close she was getting to losing herself again.
‘No. You can’t.’
He reared up, mild shock tightening his features. His eyes blazed holy hell for a second. Then he launched himself off the bed. He dragged rough fingers through his hair, paced to the window and back. Then he speared her with an intense glance.
‘You win this round, dea. But remember that ultimately I play to win. Make me suffer and I might just let you beg me for a victory.’
