Chapter 27
Rocco grabbed her chin and tilted her face, forcing their eyes to lock. His heated gaze was filled with a mix of lust and vulnerability that made Jemma”s stomach flip-flop with excitement and anxiety at the same time.
Her thoughts were like sirens blaring—stop before this goes too far.
For heaven’s sake, pump the brakes on this madness.
But he was impossible to resist.
His eyes, deep pools of steamy espresso, locked onto hers with an intensity she’d never felt before. Like she was the only woman who existed for him. The one he’d been waiting for.
The shift was almost imperceptible.
A decisive, silent agreement to cross the point of no return.
Jemma inhaled slowly as Rocco leaned forward.
He trailed his fingers softly along the contours of her face, a gentle touch in contrast to the fire blazing in his eyes. Jemma held her breath as Rocco closed the gap between them. He dipped his head low, brushing his cheek against hers as he inhaled her scent. A sound of pleasure purred low in his throat, sending shivers down her spine. He turned his head, lips brushing across her face until their mouths met in a slow, soft, tender kiss that made time stand still.
A kiss that left no room for doubt about his feelings for her. Simple and pure in sincerity yet building in intensity as his desire took over. His tongue swept inside her mouth, dancing with hers in a seductive tango that left her breathless.
Jemma melted into the kiss, her body pressed tightly against his, feeling the heat emanating from him. Every touch and caress sent electric pulses through her, making her heart race faster. Heat coursed through her veins as her walls crumbled, freeing her to go for everything she wanted with Rocco. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, hands raking through his hair as she took his tongue deeper into her mouth. The smooth, smoky vanilla sweetness of dark rum lingered on his tongue, fueling her craving for him.
Rocco”s left hand slid up to cradle the nape of her neck while his right hand found its way to the small of her back, pulling her closer as if he wanted to fuse their bodies together. The hardness of his erection pressed against her, sending a jolt of desire straight to her core. She pulsed and ached for him. She wanted to rip off both their clothes and take him deep inside of her. Live out the fantasies that had played over and over in her head for the past three years.
As if Rocco could read her mind, he broke their kiss, leaving her panting and disoriented. He lifted her sundress over her head and tossed it over his head.
“Jemma …”
She loved the sound of her name rumbling low from his lips.
Biting her lower lip, she said, “Yes …”
“This is not a mistake,” Rocco said, then dropped to his knees in front of her. He kissed her neck, nipping at her skin and trailing soft kisses downward toward the valley between her breasts. The cool wetness of his tongue tracing patterns along her skin made Jemma shiver uncontrollably. Her nipples hardened beneath her lacy black bra as Rocco”s warm breath fanned across them.
With a growl, he undid her bra and tossed it to the floor, cupping one breast in his large hand while taking the other between his teeth, sucking gently. She arched her back in response, pushing herself more into his mouth. He gave a rough chuckle before moving to the other breast, taking it into his mouth with similar care and attention. Jemma moaned out loud as he teased and sucked on her nipples.
His hand slid down her waist until his fingers hooked under the thin lace of her thong. Tugging gently, he pulled the lingerie lower on her hips as his tongue blazed a hot and wet trail down her abdomen. He looked up at Jemma with hooded eyes, his face only inches away from her damp center, his hot breath caressing the fabric covering her most sensitive spot. Slowly, he pulled the thong down her legs, revealing her swollen clit and wet slit to his hungry gaze. He took a deep breath, inhaling her scent as if it was the most precious aphrodisiac he had ever encountered.
“Rocco … wait.”
He rested his head against her stomach, heaving hot breaths against her skin. “Please … don’t … don’t tell me to stop. Not when I’ve been dying to taste you for the past three years.”
“You thought about doing this?”
“Didn’t you?” Rocco looked up at her. “Didn’t you fantasize about my lips sucking you, my tongue dipping inside of you?”
Jemma’s breath caught in her throat.
“Answer me, Jemma.”
“Yes,” she said, her voice a breathy whisper.
“Tell me what you want.”
Jemma silenced all the warning bells going off in her head and spoke from her heart. “I want you. I want … this … now.”
His lips parted into a slow and sensual curve. The most beautiful smile she’d ever seen. And then it was gone as he lowered his head, disappearing between her thighs to gently kiss her there, tasting her for the first time.
“You taste so good, so much better than I could’ve dreamed,” Rocco said between licks.
He moved deftly toward her clit, sucking it hard. Jemma cried out, her hands strangling the cushions of the couch as the pressure and pleasure intensified. His tongue slid into her core, delving deeper, flicking and teasing until she was moaning his name over and over again.
His lips sucked and swirled until she was sure she would come undone. She couldn”t believe how good it felt to have him tasting her, touching her, pleasuring her. How good it felt to give in to the passionate connection after fighting and holding back for so long.
His skills with his mouth were phenomenal as she gyrated against his face, desperate for more. She reached down to run her fingers through his messy hair while arching her back to give him better access to her pleasure points. Rocco moaned against her as his tongue circled her clit, flicking it with expert precision.
”Fuck,” she murmured as the pleasure pushed her closer and closer to falling off the edge of an explosive orgasm.
He chuckled low in his throat before thrusting two fingers inside her wetness, filling her up in one smooth motion. Her nails dug into his shoulders as he moved his fingers in and out. Finding her rhythm, she rocked against his hand harder and faster. His fingers went deeper, leaving her wet and aching for release. Her hips bucked off the couch, meeting his movements and his thrusts.
“Rocco …” Jemma moaned, her body trembling from the devastating combination of his fingers plunging inside of her while his thumb rubbed circles over her swollen clit. The feeling of being taken so roughly yet so tenderly was exhilarating, and she lost herself in the waves of pleasure cresting within her, about to break free.
His other hand reached up to pinch one of her nipples between his fingers, causing another moan to escape her lips. It was too much, too good, and she threw her head back in ecstasy when she came apart. Her walls clenched around his fingers as she rode out the incredible orgasm.
But Rocco wasn’t done with her.
He replaced his fingers with his lips, sucking on her clit harder, draining every ounce of pleasure from her body. He relented with a satisfied smirk, licking his lips before kissing her. The taste of herself on his tongue made the moment that much sweeter. Rocco’s hands roamed over her body possessively as he laid down on top of her, cradling her in his embrace. Their heartbeats drummed against each other in sync as if they were one.
All Jemma could think was how wrong she’d been.
She could absolutely catch feelings for Rocco.