“I can’t do that,” she whispered and her body was now trembling, both in anticipation and fear of what he wanted from her.
Rocco looked back down at her, saw the fear in her eyes and reacted to it. He wanted her with a powerful, painful desire but the look, the terror in her eyes stopped him. He touched her cheek, cradling her face with his hand and tamped down the lust until it was a resonant, throbbing pain deep in his groin. “Let’s just leave here and talk,” he suggested.
Talk. She mulled that word over in her mind. “I’d like to talk,” she finally replied. “Talking is good.”
Rocco nodded to a man Brianna hadn’t even noticed standing on the edge of the dance floor. That man immediately nodded and lifted his wrist to his hand, just like the secret service agents on television tended to do. “Let’s go,” he said. He nodded only once to the man standing by the elevator and it was already open by the time the two of them reached the doors. They were able to walk right onto the elevator which immediately closed behind them.
Rocco looked down at the woman, her head was bent low and his stomach lurched at the confusion he saw in her posture. “Brianna,” he said, lifting her head with a gentle finger. The confusion was even more evident in her green eyes and he kissed her tenderly.
She might be nervous around him, and her trembling indicated that was the case. But for his part, he’d never been this affected by a woman. He still wanted her, but he wanted her willing and passionate.
“Don’t be afraid of me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “That place is too loud and chaotic,” he told her gently. He slipped his jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders. “And I don’t think it’s really your scene.”
Brianna smiled gratefully as she slipped her arms into the sleeves of his jacket. Immediately, she felt the heat from his coat surround her once again. It was different this time because it wasn’t actually his body. But it still felt wonderful. She was more secure, more confident covered like this as well. He was so tall that his jacket was longer than her dress, coming down to the middle of her thighs.
“Thank you,” she said, smiling brightly up at him. She clutched the jacket around her, something twisting inside of her at how gentlemanly he was being. It was strange, she thought. She’d never expected that this side of him existed.
“Will you have a cup of coffee with me?” he suggested.
Her smile actually brightened and she immediately nodded her head. “That would be nice.”
The elevator doors opened and he led her out into the black night and straight into a waiting limousine, the driver slamming the door as soon as they were inside.
She shifted on the seat, not sure what to think or to do. Everything with this man seemed different than her other dates. Then she looked up at him and she caught something in his eyes, something that resonated within herself.
Rocco looked down at her, saw the instant her realization hit her and he groaned. All of his good intentions went out the door with that pleading in her eyes. She wanted him just as badly as he wanted her and he wasn’t strong enough to stop himself. A split second later, he lifted her onto his lap and kissed her, his hands holding her close. There was only a small moment when she stiffened before he felt her curl into him, her body almost wrapping around him while her arms moved up to his shoulders. He felt her hands move from his shoulders to his hair, then back down again and he was lost.
His hand moved the jacket out of the way, sliding along her body over the clingy dress that he wanted to peel off of her extraordinary figure. She was so soft, so perfect, every part of her fit into his hands as if she were made for him.
Rocco realized that his driver had stopped and looked up, his mind slowly registering that they were at his home. Lifting her out of the car, he carried her into his house, kissing her the entire time. There was only one pause on the stairwell when her fingers touched his neck. He almost dropped her, so shocked by the lust that shot through him when her tender fingers touched him that he put her feet down, pressing her against the wall. His intention was to get a better grip on her but she arched against him, her legs shifting against his and his hand slipped down her bare leg and then slowly moved upward, his hand finding the delicate lace of her underwear, caressing her intimately.
Her gasp of surprise was almost his undoing. Lifting her into his arms once again, he didn’t relent until he’d laid her down on his bed and even then, his mouth moved from hers down to her neck, nibbling as he slowly found the zipper on the side of her dress.
Brianna felt the zipper slide down her body and sighed happily as the tight material released its hold on her body. She stretched, arching up so that his hand would touch her…yes! Right there! She wasn’t wearing a bra, no room inside the dress. And when his hand covered her breast, she thought she might just burst into flames right there.
Rocco had thought that the rest of this woman’s body was perfect, but as he peeled the dress down over her hips and dumped it on the floor by his bed, his body heated up exponentially. He looked down, getting even more excited as he watched her nipples pucker under his exploring fingers.. Everywhere he touched, she sighed with pleasure or whimpered with need. It was driving him crazy, needing to possess her, to shower her with kisses and touch every inch of her skin to discover all her softness for himself.
Lifting up, he ripped his clothes off of his body, then came back to her, his legs moving in between her own. With one hand, he slipped down her body, exploring her thighs and her hip. When her legs automatically opened for him, he moved into place, his finger slipping inside her heat. When he discovered her wetness, felt her hips rise up to meet his hand and saw the way her mouth opened up as he invaded her body, he could no longer slow down. He reached over and grabbed a condom from his side table, sliding it over his body and then pulled her closer once again. When he slid into her heat, he couldn’t believe how perfect she felt. It was like coming home and finding that it wasn’t enough all at once. He felt a strange resistance, but wasn’t sure what it was and he couldn’t slow down enough to figure it out, needing to bury himself in her heat fully.
Brianna felt his invasion. For a moment, she was brought back to reality, shocked at what she was doing. But then his body moved against hers and all anxiety dissipated. She inhaled sharply when there was a brief moment of pain, but after that moment, she was too desperate, not sure what to do but needing him to do something, anything to ease this terrible, wonderful ache.