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‘You might not be able to see, but I’m not very comfortable,’ he admits.
‘Gutted,’ I say with a sigh.
‘We could eat it in my room?’ he suggests. ‘At the table, sitting on towels.’
I snort.
‘The perfect end to a perfect night,’ I tease. ‘Let’s do it.’
I stand with my back against the wall, near the lifts, while Rocco goes to order our desserts. I’ve no idea what it’s going to be, but I feel like I’ve had to battle for it.
‘Right, they’re going to bring them up,’ he says. ‘Let’s go.’
We step into the lift together, just the two of us, and make our way to the floor where Rocco’s room is. I have to confess, I don’t really remember doing this the first time, but this time you could cut the tension with a knife. Perhaps it’s just me but suddenly the gravity of what we’re doing sinks in. We’re going to his hotel room, after an absolute dream of a dinner date, and Rocco is charming, funny, and unbelievably handsome.
‘Floor sex,’ he announces as the doors open.
Did he just say… I notice the number on the number panel. Six. He said floor six. What is wrong with me?
We head inside Rocco’s room and close the door behind us. Hovering in the doorway, something occurs to him.
‘Oh, there’s a hairdryer in here,’ he says. ‘And robes. I could give you one, a, erm, a robe.’
Rocco briefly shapeshifting into Hugh Grant puts me a little more at ease.
‘Much better than sitting on a towel,’ I say with a smile. ‘Thank you.’
I remember what Jess told me, about how when you’re feeling nervous in front of someone, you should just imagine them naked. Bloody hell, that’s the last thing I should be doing right now, that’s not going to help this situationat all.
Rocco leans past me, to take a robe from the wardrobe behind me. As his arm brushes against mine, I feel that feeling again, that indescribable feeling, almost like static.
‘Here you go,’ he says as he hands it to me. ‘Can I get you anything else?’
‘Nope, all good,’ I reply. ‘Oh, actually, can you unzip my dress for me, please? I had to have my sister zip me into it, I can’t get out of it on my own.’
‘That old one,’ he jokes. ‘Of course I can.’
I slip off my jacket and turn around so that Rocco can get to my zip. It’s a long one that runs from the bottom of my neck to the small of my back – not even the coat hanger trick can get me in and out of this one without assistance.
Rocco places his left hand on my shoulder as he uses his right to slowly undo my zip. As his hand nears the bottom, I feel his knuckles graze the bare skin on my back. I can’t help but let out sound, something between a sigh and a gasp.
‘Sorry, ticklish,’ I practically whisper.
‘That’s okay,’ Rocco replies.
He fidgets with the bottom of the zip – in a way that has to be unnecessary – until his fingers graze the small of my back. I squirm with delight. Is he teasing me?
I’ve tried so hard to keep the idea of sex with Rocco far, far from my mind. I’ve also been to a sex party with him. Something in the middle would be great.
I back my body right into his, the clearest message I can send without coming out and saying it: I want him.
Rocco wraps his arms around my waist and kisses my neck. I lean to one side, eager to feel his lips on every part of me. Eventually he spins me around and our lips meet for the first time. Static again, this time in my lips, then surging through my entire body. I’ve thought about kissing Rocco so many times, but I had no idea it was going to feel like this. I think it’s me who instigates kicking things up a gear – I’m not usually an instigator, I swear – but the hungrier I get for him, the more passionate the kissing becomes. As Rocco picks me up, I wrap my legs around his waist, and as he pushes me back against the door with a loud bang, the door appears to knock back. It stops us in our tracks for a second.
‘Room service,’ a voice eventually calls out.
Rocco laughs.
‘Can you leave it outside the door?’ Rocco calls back. Now I’m kissing his neck.
