She was effectively imprisoned underneath his body, but now that she was there, she didn’t mind so much. In fact, her hunger for food had dissipated.
“What will you do if I feed you?” he asked.
She considered her options. “Try and trick you into telling me what’s going on.”
Rocco’s body froze and he looked down at her. “Why do you want to know so badly?” he asked, trying to figure her out.
Brianna’s hands skimmed along the muscles of his shoulders and arms, amazed at all the muscles that flexed under her fingers. She considered her words carefully, but realized that, if she wanted truths from him, she had to be fair and trust him first. Brianna wasn’t sure why she’d changed her mind so dramatically in…she looked over at the bedside table and was surprised to discover that it was midnight. “It can’t really be that late!” she gasped.
Rocco looked over at the clock and chuckled. “Are you kidding me?”
She looked back at him, and thought back to how they’d spent the majority of the afternoon. And evening! “Okay, maybe I can understand what happened.”
He chuckled himself, a deep, vibrating sound that made her feel wonderful. “Come along, my beauty,” he said and grabbed her hands, pulling her along to the shower. He turned on the water and pulled her into the luxurious sprays, lathering her up and soothing parts of her she hadn’t realized were tender. He even shampooed her hair, his strong hands massaging her head and shoulders. “Don’t stop,” she sighed, leaning against him, moving sensuously, begging him to keep going.
“You’re too tender,” he said.
Brianna thought those were the sweetest, kindest words she’d ever heard from a man. Especially when she knew that he was in the same predicament she was in. And she wasn’t going to allow a bit of tenderness to stop her from experiencing once again the mind-blowing passion she knew was right around the corner.
With a smile he couldn’t see because he was standing behind her, she released her hands from his thighs and spun around, blinking as the water slipped into her eyes. Looking up at him, she gave him only a small laugh as warning before she knelt down in front of him.
Rocco saw the look and his stomach clenched at what he saw in those beautiful eyes. He was just about to grab her arms to stop her but she was faster than he’d anticipated. And she was slick with water so, by the time he could grab her, she already had her soft lips around him and his body just about buckled with how incredible she felt, how hot her mouth felt as she drew him in again and again. When her hands came up to help her mouth, he could only grip the sides of the shower and close his eyes, trying to keep control despite her fumbling ministrations. But her novice mouth was too good, her instincts for pleasuring too amazing and, in the end, he couldn’t stop her.
When she finally stood up, his eyes opened and he looked down at her with a strange feeling swelling up in his chest. “My turn,” he said and grabbed her into his arms, ignoring her laughing protest as he swung her up and carried her out of the bathroom. He laid her on the comforter that had fallen to the floor and pinned her down with his hands while his mouth moved down her body, unrelenting and unmerciful.
Brianna couldn’t believe the heat of his mouth and tried to wiggle away, unable to stop since he only held her tighter. And when his mouth did... “No, Rocco,” she pleaded. A moment later, she exploded, his mouth relentless and shocking. She couldn’t believe how incredible it felt. So when he moved up her body, leaving a trail of kisses, she could only smile slightly in response.
She felt him move against her, lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bed, but she was simply too limp to do anything more.
“Still hungry?” he asked, smiling as he cradled her against him.
She might have laughed, but she wasn’t sure if her amusement actually came out. She didn’t realize that she’d fallen asleep until she woke hours later from hunger. She smiled as she looked at the man she’d basically slept on top of, his strong jaw now shadowed with a day’s growth. She was amazed at how long his black lashes were, but perhaps that was just a play of the light since the only source was the bathroom light they’d inadvertently left on.
Glancing at the clock, she realized it was about three o’clock in the morning. She’d never woken up so hungry before, but then again, she’d also never had so much physical activity before. She had sore muscles in areas she didn’t even know she’d had muscles.
Her stomach growled again and she was too wide awake to go back to sleep. Slipping out of bed, she pulled on his shirt. He’d dropped it onto the floor at some point during the afternoon or night. Then she tip toed out of the bedroom in search of just a glass of milk.
She’d just found the kitchen when a steel arm wrapped around her. She squeaked in surprise, spinning around as much as she could with his arm wrapped around her so tightly. “What…?”
“What the hell are you doing?” Rocco demanded.
She gripped his shoulders, surprised to find him wearing a pair of jeans with a shirt gripped in his hand. “I’m trying to find a glass of milk or just something simple to eat.” She was trembling with both the fright he’d given her, but also the furious look in his eyes.
Rocco glared down at her, trying to come to terms with the fact that she was still in his home. He’d woken as soon as his mind had registered that she was no longer in his arms and he’d instantly leaped out of bed, determined to find her and drag her right back to his bed. When he’d heard a sound in the kitchen, he’d gone to investigate, wondering if his housekeeper had seen where Brianna had gone. When he’d spotted her in the dim light of the kitchen, his anger had diminished, but hadn’t fully gone away.
He looked behind her, saw the freezer, then realized what she was wearing. “You’re wearing my shirt,” he said in an almost accusatory tone of voice.
Brianna’s hands quickly moved to the collar, worried that she’d offended him in some way. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“Why are you wearing my shirt?” he asked, pulling her closer, actually enjoying the sight of her like this. She looked cute. Sexy!
She looked down, feeling silly all of a sudden. “I just wanted…”
She sighed, trying to figure out how to explain why she’d grabbed his shirt off of the floor when hers was lying right next to it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you.”