Page 61 of Heartless Union

After a couple of minutes, someone knocks on the door.

“Come in,” I call out.

Lara pokes her head inside. “Hi,” she says shyly.

“Hi. You can come inside, you know.”

She does, slowly. I haven’t been alone with Lara in a room since our wedding night. She’s been sleeping in one of the guest bedrooms at our house.

“Did you need something?” I ask.

She ducks her head, but I catch a glimpse of red on her cheeks. “I just wanted to say again I’m happy you let me take my dad with us. It means a lot.” She nods once and turns back to the door.

“I do care,” I call out, stopping her. She glances over her shoulder at me. “When you asked me if I care more than the physical … I do.”

“Ok,” she whispers. “Thank you.” She starts to turn back around, but I stride over to her, grabbing her arm. She looks up at me with wide eyes.

“But I still want to fuck you,” I tell her. Her lips part in surprise. “When you left again, you had me so fucking worried. I don’t know what’s going to happen. But I need to be with you before I die. I’ll never force you. So, if you walk out that door right now, I’ll understand if you’re not ready. But if you are, fuck, Lara. I want you so badly.”

I’ve never shared so much of my feelings with someone before.

The ball is in Lara’s court. She can walk away from me, and it will hurt. Or she can turn back into my arms, and I can finally touch her in all the ways I’ve wanted to since we first met.

I expect her to say something.

What I don’t expect is for her to turn to me, grab my face, and lean up to kiss me.

CHAPTER 15

Rocco

Idon’t hesitate to kiss Lara back.

She’s telling me what she wants, and it’s exactly what I want.

I wrap my arms around her, pulling her in closer to me. She clings to me as our kiss deepens with intensity and passion.

I pick her up around the waist and carry her over to the bed. Lara pulls away from me as she lies down. The way she gazes up at me is something I’ve never seen from a woman before—it’s not just lust. There’s something else behind her eyes. I don’t let myself wonder for long about what it is. I don’t often get my hopes up. Cynical is practically my middle name.

“Rocco,” she says, placing her hands on my chest. “Be gentle with me.”

I feel my heart soften at her words. Her eyes are fearful. I’ve placed it there. “I will be,” I tell her. “I promise you, Lara. I don’t want to hurt you. I do want to be with you. If you’re ready, tell me now.”

“I’m ready.”

I can tell she’s still a little nervous, and I’m going to rectify that.

“Then lie back,” I say.

She settles onto the bed, her hair fawning out around her. Somehow, she looks more innocent this way. My cock stirs at the thought. I’m going to be her first. Her one and only.

I start by taking off her shoes, then trailing my fingers up her legs until I reach the end of her dress. Pushing it up, I take my time looking down at her body as more and more is exposed to me. Lara sits up slightly to let me take her dress all the way off her. Looking down at her in nothing but her panties and bra makes me so fucking hard.

As I take a moment to take her in, Lara shifts on the bed, looking uncomfortable.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say.

Her cheeks flush, but for once, she doesn’t duck her head. She keeps her eyes locked with mine. “Thank you.”

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