Then he did move and she thought she was going to scream. She lifted her hips, trying to adjust to his size and he shifted even deeper! She couldn’t believe how full she felt, how perfect! It was as if she were finally whole, as if something had been missing all her life and she hadn’t even known it.
She closed her eyes, pressing her lips closed as she tried to…nope, that wasn’t going to work. She arched again, feeling her body strain closer, reaching for something, gasping as he pressed into her again and again. She heard strange sounds, but had no idea that those sounds were coming from her, that he was watching her from above and having trouble holding back. And then she felt something new, his hand down there and…she had no idea what was happening but the most incredible, intense and pleasurable wave washed over her and she held on tightly, unaware that her nails were digging into the muscles of his shoulders or that he was right behind her with his own climax.
She couldn’t breathe but didn’t care, couldn’t feel anything but that shockingly intense feeling of pure bliss. She was floating, drifting on a wave of happiness so wonderful, she didn’t even want to open her eyes, instinctively knowing that she didn’t want reality to intrude on this moment. As she drifted off to sleep, she was only vaguely aware of the source of warmth leaving her, but smiled when it returned.
Rocco came back from the bathroom and looked down at the incredible woman sprawled out on his bed, her curls spread out on his pillow and all he wanted to do was make love to her again. He never stayed with a woman after sex. Hell, he never brought a woman back to his place for sex, always going to her place so he could leave afterwards. But he couldn’t pull himself away from this woman. The thought flitted through his mind that he could go down to his office and work, or even use one of the other seven bedrooms in the house. He rejected both options and pulled the sheets over his lovely lady, pulling her against him. He reached out and turned off the light, smiling in the darkness as Brianna curled up against him, her delicate hand smoothing across his chest.
He liked this woman, he thought suddenly. He didn’t really know her, had barely even spoken to her, but he instinctively liked her as a person.
Rocco was just about to close his eyes, to rest for only a moment while enjoying her softness against his side, when something suddenly occurred to him. It was so startling, he almost jerked with the realization that Brianna had been virgin! He’d felt the resistance, had seen the flinch in her face but had been too overwhelmed by the need to bury himself inside of her to take a moment to understand. He hadn’t ever been with a virgin before, and was astonished that someone as lovely and sexy as Brianna hadn’t ever been with another man.
Damn! The smile that formed on his face in the darkness was only a mild reaction to what he was thinking. Inside, he was feeling on top of the world and he pulled her even closer against his side, feeling both protective and possessive. He’d give her a few minutes to sleep, then would wake her up and start the whole process over again. Much slower this time around. Much more thoroughly too.
Chapter 2
Brianna sat up and gasped, looking around in the darkness as the horror of what she’d actually done penetrated through her sleep-muddled mind.
She looked down and saw the man sleeping on his stomach. His hand reached out, automatically reaching for her since she’d just knocked it off.
“No!” she whispered, then covered her mouth with her hand when the man shifted in his sleep. He was obviously reaching for her and she quickly scooted out of range, holding the sheet against her nakedness. When he continued to reach for her, she pushed a pillow closer to him and breathed a silent sigh of relief when he pulled the pillow closer, accepting that the stuffing was her.
She pushed her hair out of her eyes, still trying to come to terms with the fact that she’d just had sex! This wasn’t really happening, she told herself. She hadn’t gone home with a guy she’d just met, had she? This was only a nightmare and she would wake up in her own bed with her soft, fluffy pillows surrounding her and everything would be back to normal.
She’d barely had a conversation with the man and she’d gone and slept with him? Impossible. But as she looked around, the evidence of her body’s betrayal was all around her.
She had gone to that nightclub to find evidence that the man was a horrible person and she’d ended up in bed with him?
No, this could not have happened.
But as she slipped out of the bed, she felt the tenderness in her thighs as well as in more intimate places. And as she stood up, she realized that she was sore in places that weren’t normally sore, even after a really hard run or workout.
Impossible, she told herself, even as she pulled the sheet off of the bed just in case this wasn’t a dream and the huge man sleeping on the enormous bed might wake up. She didn’t want to be here if that actually happened. She had to get out of here.
Her story! Good grief, she’d forgotten all about the big reveal story! She grabbed her dress and her underwear, blushing at the previously pretty, white lace that was actually torn now. She didn’t care! She picked her clothes up off of the floor, running into the bathroom in her haste to get dressed. She couldn’t believe what she’d done but more importantly, she had to get out of here.
She desperately needed a shower, but didn’t want to risk it. She pulled her clothes on and turned off the light before she opened the bathroom door again. Even though she’d spent several hours in this room, she still had no clue where the door was. She stood there, her eyes blinking to fight back the tears until she finally found the door. With her shoes dangling from her fingers, she raced for the door, almost tripping in her haste to be free from the room of her ultimate humiliation.
She didn’t realize that tears were streaming down her cheeks until she felt a drop fall on her arm. She angrily wiped it away, then did the same to her cheeks. She was a professional! Other journalists probably did this kind of thing all the time so what was the horror? She should just put one in the “Cool” column because even she knew that the sex last night…or was it still night…had been shockingly amazing. She’d heard her co-workers talk. She knew that sexual encounters like her experience with Rocco were one in a million.
And as she wiped the tears of humiliation and embarrassment off of her cheek, she was even angrier with herself that her pep talk didn’t make her feel better. She was being juvenile! Women had sex with men all the time. Why was this time so devastating?