Page 33 of Sasha’s Secret

Her gaze followed his down the length of his body, and… yeah, with an erection like that, there would be consequences. Delicious, delightful consequences. Maybe she’d better plan on tasting all of him another time. “Then I guess I’d better be ready, huh?”

Her inner devil drove her to lean over him for the box of condoms. Her intention had been to torment him with the graze of her pebble-hard nipples over his chest, but her strategy backfired when his chest hair made contact with her supersensitive flesh.

Rocco took the box from her, ripped it open and took out a foil packet. “Keep it handy,” he growled. “We may need it fast.”

“Oh, I know exactly when we’ll need it, soldier.” She took it from him and set it to one side, close enough to grab in a hurry, but far enough away not to get in the way. Right now, she had something else to take care of.

He gave a low moan at the first contact of her tongue swirling around the small, tight nipple. The dusky brown flesh tasted of clean male, a delicious accompaniment to the scent of him. Her hand stroked his flank, mapping out the ridges of muscle all the way to his hip, where she took a detour to the apex of his thighs.

His straining cock was a bar of fire against her palm. Her fingers closed around him and he groaned again. This time, Sasha shifted slightly, just enough to bring his mouth into range while keeping him captive in her hand. As she peppered his skin with kisses, she moved her hand up and down his shaft, gauging the effect by the sounds Rocco made, and the way he closed his eyes and writhed restlessly beside her. He reached his limit when she cupped her hand around his balls and lifted them with tender care.

“Stop.” He ground the word out, and at the same time, clamped his hand around her wrist, bringing an end to the torment she was inflicting on him. “Carry on like that, and I’ll never last.”

“But I haven’t finished.”

His gaze locked onto hers. “Neither have I.”

Rocco moved like lightning, and before she knew it, her back was against the cool sheets once more. This time, though, he pressed closer, and the hand that caressed her waist moved lower, over her hip to lift her leg and drape it over his thigh, bringing their lower bodies into sensual contact.

Hungry for more, Sasha pressed even closer. The heated sensation of his cock and balls against her mound made her want to wrap her legs around him and pull him into her body. That need was reflected in the gaze of a man starving for the intimacy to come.

She wouldn’t let Rocco take the wrapped condom from her—she wanted to cover him herself, craved it, because he was hers, and no one was taking that away from her, not even him. She took it slow, tantalizing him with every little adjustment and reveling in the muttered curses that spilled from his lips.

Swearing sure sounded colorful in Italian.

“Sasha… enough.”

The frustrated growl came as, with a speed that almost blindsided her, he scooped her up and deposited her beside him. The sheer, naked hunger in his eyes robbed her of her ability to breathe. “Rocco?”

“I think it’s time.”

And now the moment had come, all Sasha could think about was how long it had been. “It’s been a while, remember?”

Not to mention the fact she was probably the oldest woman he’d ever made love to. She shuddered at the thought.

“I remember.” A muscle in his cheek twitched as he swallowed. “I’d never hurt you, cara.”

She cupped his jaw. The rasp of stubble across her palm made this—made him—thrillingly real. “I know.”

He eased inside her slowly, holding back until she visibly relaxed. He felt so good, in ways her toys could never emulate. It had been so long since she’d enjoyed the attention of a hot, aroused male that she rejoiced in the passion and power of him, the weight of him on her, pressing her into the pillows. At the first rock of his hips, she gave a soft moan that was part arousal, part anguish at the spear of pleasure that reminded her what it was like to be alive.

“Sasha? You okay?”

The question was accompanied by a slow thrust that took him deep inside her. “Uh-huh. Just keep on doing what you’re doing.”

She hoped he would. She couldn’t get enough of him, of exploring and enjoying the play of muscles as he surged and withdrew. She murmured her inarticulate approval as he unleashed more of the power he’d been holding in check, and as he did so, her need for him exploded out of control. No longer able to think logically or even string a couple of words together to make a half-assed sentence, Sasha let her inner primal female take control, until all that remained was the pleasure and release she and Rocco could give one another.

The developing connection between them remained even when he took his weight on his arms and arched over her. His kisses slowed, synced up with the rock of his hips, and the combined assault annihilated every higher thought process she possessed.

All she wanted was this.

All she needed was him.

Her hips rolled with his as her fingers dug in so hard, her nails would leave crescent-shaped grooves where she tried to pull him more deeply inside her. He wasn’t close enough, he could never be close enough until he was inside her, until she was inside him, until they merged into one indistinguishable creature of lust and need.

“Harder. Please. Please.”

His hips slammed into her, the sharp sound of flesh colliding with flesh intensifying the primal atmosphere that filled the room. Civilization banished to the outside world, all that remained was need to fulfill the most basic human need of all, to celebrate life with the very act that could create it.