Page 52 of Bound By Blood

“Shall we go?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said, leading the way to his truck. The poor guy seemed out of his element with her. During their sessions, healways seemed so confident, but tonight he was acting like a nervous wreck.

She looked his truck over and then smiled at him. “You’re going to have to help me up into your truck,” she said, “I’m afraid that in this dress, I don’t have much mobility.” The idea of Rocco having to put his hands on her body to help her get up into his truck made her hot in all the right places.

“Oh, sure,” he said, “um, how do you want to do this?” he asked.

“Just put your hands on my hips and help me up to the seat,” she ordered.

He did as she asked, putting his hands on her hips, and paused. “You know, you’re a lot bossier now than you ever were in our sessions.” She wasn’t sure if she wanted to talk about her bossiness or the fact that his having his hands on her was turning her on. She usually didn’t react to men the way that she did with Rocco, but that was the problem with her being his therapist. Her body seemed to crave the sexy boxer, and there was nothing that she could do to stop it.

“I’m aware,” she breathed. “I have five brothers, and my mother died when I was only seven, so I had to become a little bossy.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t describe you as a little bossy,” he teased. “Ready?” he asked. She had lost her train of thought from his hands staying on her hips while they had a conversation.

“Ready for what?” she whispered, leaning into his big body.

He chuckled, “Ready for me to help you into my truck?” he asked.

“Oh, um, yes,” she said, trying to regain some composure. He practically lifted her into the passenger seat, and when he shut her door, she took a few seconds to get her act together. Although she had a feeling that it would never happen around Rocco. He seemed able to make her forget her own name withjust one touch, and Luna wasn’t sure how she was going to get through a whole evening with him, let alone one meal.