The Italian's Deal for I Do(48)

A low moan broke from her throat. “Oh.”

He filled her with a finger then, his caress aided by just how intensely she wanted him. It was perfect, exactly what she needed when she was on fire for him.

“Like that, cara?”

“Yes.” She gasped. “Just like that.”

He brought his thumb to the center of her and rubbed her slowly, deliberately. She threw her head back and gave herself over to it. He left her alone for long moments while she pushed her hips against his hand and savored his delicious torment. But soon it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

“Rocco, please.”

He stopped his delectable movements until her gaze was back on his. Then he eased another finger inside of her, filling her even more completely. She gasped as he invaded her tightness, stretched her body.

“I can feel you clenching around me, mia cara.” His eyes were a hot, dark brown on hers. “Imagine how I will feel inside of you, filling you completely.”

She already had when her hands had been all over him... She closed her eyes and focused on the rhythm he set, because now it really was too much. Concentrated on the release she craved. He slowed it down, drew out her pleasure until she almost screamed. Then he did it all over again. Faster, harder, he played her until heat infused every centimeter of her body and she was out of her head.

She didn’t realize the animallike groan had come from her until he pulled his fingers from her, pushed her back on the bed and came down between her splayed thighs. She thought he might take her then, but he pushed her thighs farther apart instead, moved his broad shoulders between them and slid down her body until his warm breath fanned her thigh. Oh, Lord. His tongue skated over her hot, aching nub in the briefest of movements. She grabbed the bedspread with her hands and clenched it between her fingers.

His soft laughter filled the air. “Tell me, sweet Liv. I want to hear you say it.”

She squeezed her eyes shut, too shy to say it. He slid two fingers inside of her again, penetrating her slow and easy. Driving her to distraction.

“Say it.”

“Please.”

“Please what?”

Her brain clouded over. “Your tongue,” she groaned. “Your tongue... God, Rocco, please, I want it there.”

He rewarded her with long, slow laps of his tongue that built her pleasure to such an excruciatingly good level that it was almost, almost enough. But not quite. She begged him then, husky, broken entreaties that sounded so wanton to her ears she would have stopped if she hadn’t been so desperate. But she was, and when he drove his fingers deeper and concentrated the expert flick of his tongue on the throbbing heart of her, she came apart beneath him like Fourth of July fireworks, pleasure radiating through every last centimeter of her skin.

She was incoherent, thanking him with broken sentences when he worked his way back up her body and took her mouth again with his. The intimacy of the kiss after what they had just shared was shattering.

“Sì,” he growled thickly as they broke apart to breathe, his eyes blazing into hers. “It is the most perfect thing I have ever encountered. You and me, Olivia. How we taste together. How we fit together.”

Her heart exploded in an emotion she had never felt. He was the most raw, sexual lover she could ever have imagined. But this, what they shared, was so much more than that. She closed her eyes to hide what she knew was blazing from them. To protect herself from him.

The sound of a foil wrapper being ripped open snapped her eyes wide. The way he slid the condom on the pulsing, thick length of him, his movements a sensuous caress, sent a hot wash of desire flaming back through her. She couldn’t imagine coming again after what he’d just done to her, but looking at him on his knees like that made her insides quiver.

Rocco read her expression. “Sì, bella,” he murmured, hooking a heavy thigh over her and straddling her. “That was only a warm-up. You get more.”

Her insides contracted, imagining him there, filling her. He took her mouth in a long, lingering kiss. Ran his palm down her leg to lift her thigh around his waist. “Take me inside you,” he prompted in a throaty, raspy voice, his lips against hers. “Show me how much you want me, sweet Liv.”

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around him, guiding him to her damp flesh. He eased inside of her with a gentle push, giving her time to accommodate his size and girth. She arched against him, demanding more. He pressed kisses against her mouth, told her how good she felt, giving her more and more of him until he was buried deep inside of her, and her body cried out at the fullness of it.

“Cristo. Liv.” His gaze clung to hers as he held himself still. “You are so tight.”