Page 19 of Hidden Rocco
Awareness of her ripped through him. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep in control but he asked, “What, ma’am?”
She sighed and took her hand back, straightening her posture. “First, I need you to promise that no matter what number two is, you’ll stay at the chalet. I slept better knowing you were here to protect me. I probably shouldn’t have refused to bring security with me, but I never had a guard that I trusted enough to sleep through the night.”
Guard. Yes. Right. Mica’s wealth was all around them. He just nodded and said, “Yes, ma’am.”
She softened her stance as she said, “So number two…”
His muscles were tense as she stepped closer. Every cell of his body wanted to grab her, kiss her and take her. Rocco stepped away. “I’m getting the meatloaf out of the oven.”
She said in a quiet voice, “Number two. I’d like for you to kiss me.”
He paused, then turned. So much for distance. This wasn’t good. His heart beat faster as his lips parted but he shook his head. “I don’t think-”
“Look, if we don’t like it, then it’s best to know.” Her voice made his desire for her like a whirlwind about to swallow him whole. “It’s better than wondering.”
Her lips puckered and everything inside him tightened up to somehow stop the desire that rolled in his veins as he said, “I don’t know-”
“I see in your gaze that you want me too,” she said as that mouth of hers captured his every thought, making his own water even as he straightened to avoid kissing her.
The pounding in his chest caught him off guard. He couldn’t move. “I…”
She came closer again and his body was pumped with adrenaline at the idea of kissing her, holding her. “Rocco, I’m so used to being spoiled and given whatever I want that it’s best if you-”
The oven clock beeped, interrupting her.
His head swam as blood surged through him. He needed to either satisfy this urge in him or find ice-cold water to drown himself in. “Dinner is ready.”
She lowered her face and he saw her blush as she pressed her hands to her perfectly shaped breasts. “I don’t want to feel like the aggressor.”
“Then let it be natural,” he said, like he had any right to correct her when all he wanted was to rip off her clothes and claim her.
“What does that mean?”
“If things happen, it should just happen, without thinking ahead.”
She pressed the bridge of her nose. “You keep calling me ma’am. It’s driving me crazy.”
This time he touched her and ignored the spark. “I don’t mean to make you crazy, Mica. You’re beautiful and kind and sweet.”
“Rocco…” Her eyes fluttered and lips parted.
Heaven help him because he couldn’t stop himself. He needed to taste her, to have her.
And he lowered his head, tasting heaven itself.
Her kiss only fueled his need for her—his body had never felt so alive.
If he didn’t stop, he’d lose what was left of his common sense.
So he ended the kiss abruptly, pulling away to reach for the oven. “Now go into the dining room so I can serve you properly.”
Her hips swayed as she headed to the freezer and called out, “I’m getting the beers. I want this to be… special, like we’re celebrating being alive.”
A date with a beautiful woman who rivaled angels in heaven wasn’t fair. He’d never asked for this. He never would because Mica was so far above him, and nearly perfect.
She deserved a prince, not a prisoner like him.
Chapter 6
