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I yelped as she poked me in the stomach, not in the wound but towards my bellybutton. It shot fire all the way across my ribs. “You’ve probably cracked a couple of ribs, Rocco,” she chided. “You can’t act like you’re going to be all healed up in a couple of days, and we don’t have a lot of time.”
I took in a deep breath through my nostrils. “You’re a real piece of work,stellina.”
“So are you, you stubborn ass,” she shot back, and I couldn’t help but crack a smile. “And you know I’m right.”
I sighed. “You’re right. We’ll figure something out in a couple of days. I need to rest so I can protect you when you’re acting as bait.” She nodded, shifting in the chair. “We’re just going to have to share the bed,” I said flatly. “Come over here.”
Allegra groaned. “It’s only three in the afternoon. I don’t want to sleep,” she complained, but she crawled over on the bed, sitting on the edge and turning on the television to some reality show. It felt harder and harder to breathe. Allegra turned to me, narrowing her big brown eyes. “You’re in pain,” she accused.
“No shit,” I answered, but my voice sounded thinner than I’d meant it to.
She scrambled up and grabbed the painkillers out of the nightstand. “Just one,” she said, and handed it to me.
I swallowed it with some flat soda that was on the table next to me, looking at her gratefully. “Thank you,” I murmured, but Allegra didn’t answer, just sitting down on the end of the bed again and staring at the television. I looked at her, at the violin of her shoulders and spine and hips, and licked my lips. It wasn’t like I could make a move in this condition anyway, but my body wanted to. Everything in me wanted her, and I knew she didn’t want me back. I’d had her once, and let her go, and Allegra wasn’t the type to forgive. Not easily, anyway.
Besides, what could I offer her? It was possible that the one man who had always had my back was trying to kill me, and I had about six grand left of the ten that Enzo had given me. I couldn’t give her the life she wanted, the life she deserved. Not even now. So instead, I just let myself look, let myself appreciate the line of her throat and the curve of her hip until the pill started to work and my eyes drifted closed.
* * *
I wokeup with a start when Allegra started screaming, and when I sat up bolt upright in bed, pain screamed across my ribs and abdomen. “What happened?” I asked hoarsely, blinking, gathering her into my arms.
Allegra trembled all over, pressing her face into my chest. “Nothing,” she mumbled. “Just a dream. A bad dream where you died and—” Her voice broke and she sobbed into my chest, wetting my t-shirt.
“It’s all right,stellina,” I said. “It’s all right.” I kissed the crown of her head and she didn’t push me away, so then I kissed the tip of her nose. I looked down into her big blue eyes and then pressed my mouth against hers, unable to stop myself. She kissed me back and I guessed that the painkillers must still be in my system, because the pain seemed less when I didn’t move too much, my head still fuzzy from the drugs and sleep.
When she wrapped her arms around my neck, kissing me over and over, I grunted and shifted her into my lap. Allegra made a surprised sound in the back of her throat. “Your wound,” she mumbled.
I barked out a laugh. “I don’t give a fuck about that, Allegra. I’ll take an extra pill, fuck it.”
She laughed into my mouth. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, and then kissed my neck, open-mouthed.
Pleasure shot through me and I moaned. “You shouldn’t,” I agreed, but Allegra didn’t seem to care.
“I want you so much, Rocco,” she mumbled against my skin. “I always want you so much.”
“I always want you, too,stellina,” I answered breathlessly, trying not to breathe too deeply and hurt myself.
I knew this wasn’t the best timing and that I wasn’t in the best shape, but there was no way I was going to push her away. Allegra Rossi was the love of my life, and I’d never be able to resist her.
13
ALLEGRA
I was an idiot. I shouldn’t be doing this. Rocco was hurt and I should be staying away from him or taking care of him orsomething, anything other than rocking my hips against his erection, kissing his throat, his collarbones. His hands went up to find my breasts, cupping them and rubbing his thumbs across my peaked nipples, and pleasure rocketed through me. It’d been so long since anyone had touched me like this. I’d had a couple of one-night-stands after Rocco left me, but nothing like this. He knew exactly where to touch me, exactly what to say.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I said, pouting, leaning back on his lap and looking down at the wound.
He licked his lips. “If I pop a stitch, you can sew me back up, right?” he asked hoarsely, his throat working.
I nodded. “I’ll get on top,” I suggested in a low voice, feeling oddly shy as I took off my top.
I wasn’t wearing a bra and Rocco groaned as my breasts bounced in his face. “Fuck me,” he murmured.
I chuckled. “I’m trying,” I commented, sliding down to straddle his thighs and pushing down his sweatpants, freeing his cock. It bobbed against his stomach, long and thick, and my eyes widened. I’d forgotten how big he was, and I wondered if he would even fit now. It wasn’t exactly like I’d had a lot of practice.
I wiggled out of my shorts, moving away from him, and Rocco shifted, lying flat, presumably so that he wouldn’t work his abdominal muscles and increase the chances of hurting himself. I straddled him again, guiding him inside of me slowly, inch by inch. Rocco hissed and I paused, looking down at him. “You okay?”
“Shit,stellina. It’s been too long,” he croaked, and I smirked, knowing how much I was affecting him. I rolled my hips slowly and Rocco groaned low in his throat, almost a growl. “This is torture,” he panted, and I giggled, my breath catching in my throat when he thrust up beneath me, hitting a spot inside me that made my head feel fuzzy.
