Page 70 of Bad Medicine
“I promise you, Mia,” Rocco said, his voice low, husky in a way I hadn’t heard from him before. “I will protect you. Both of you.” I closed my eyes, and this time a tear did escape, trailing down my face in a slow, sad line. Pressing his forehead to mine, Rocco used his thumb to wipe that tear away, and I reached up, wrapping my hands around his wrists, my fingers instantly finding his pulse point by memory.
When I felt the rhythm, felt his heart beating as frantically as my own, I opened my eyes, staring into his deep blue depths and knowing this was it. If I took one more step, physically or metaphorically, toward Rocco, there would be no coming back for me.
I hovered, on the edge, waiting.
Waiting.
“You’re mine,” he vowed. “No one else is ever gonna touch you but me.”
I didn’t step.
I leapt.
Pressing forward, I closed the distance between Rocco and me, wrapping my arms around his neck as I kissed him savagely. Rocco didn’t falter for even a second. Catching me around the waist, he drew me across him so I straddled his lap, his hands roaming across my hips and ass, stopping to squeeze or grope as the mood struck, and I found myself rocking gently against him, the sensations of his hands on my body driving me wild.
Breaking from his mouth, I let my lips wander, wanting to explore him, learn his every line and angle and commit them to memory. When I pressed a soft kiss to his throat, I could actually feel the soft groan he let out, my mouth catching the sound right from the source and swallowing it, wanting to keep it all for myself.
Because when it came to Rocco, I was a dragon, hoarding every little thing about him with absolutely no desire to share.
When I reached his collarbone, I paused, pressing my nose against his flesh and taking a deep inhale.
“God,” I moaned, darting my tongue out to lick the smooth skin there, needing to consume him in every way possible. “I can’t believe how freaking good you smell.”
His chest shook with a chuckle, and I lifted my head from where I crouched against his body.
“You’re just easy to please, Doc.”
“Maybe,” I conceded, leaning in to take another whiff.
“So, how about I see how many times I can please you, hey?”
With that, Rocco stood, my ass still clutched in his hands, and lifted us both off of the couch. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I clung to him, not worried for even a second that he would drop me.
I knew now, without a doubt, that Rocco would never let me down.
Making our way up the stairs, I directed Rocco to my bedroom, feeling my whole body tingle when he closed and locked the door behind us.
When we reached the bed, Rocco slowly released me, sliding my body down the front of his until my feet were on the floor, before he leaned in and kissed me again. This kiss held none of the fiery passion of our previous one downstairs. Instead, it was reverent, like Rock was savoring me, and I melted against him, reveling in his every movement.
Crossing my arms, I grasped the hem of my t-shirt and dragged it up over my head, loving the sharp intake of breath Rocco let out when he realized I wasn’t wearing a bra again.
“I like this,” he rumbled, his palm coming up to cup one breast. “You should always go braless.” He gently rubbed his thumb over my hardened nipple, and I shivered at the contact. “One less layer keeping you from me.”
At that moment, I would have agreed to anything he suggested as long as he kept touching me.
We kept up like that, kissing and exploring, undressing ourselves and each other in between until we were both naked, standing before my bed in the darkened room. At some point, Rocco had retrieved another condom from his wallet, and I watched again as he rolled it on carefully.
When I reached for him, he stopped me, instead gently guiding me to lie down on the bed.
“Please,” I moaned, shocked at my own desperation.
“Now, Doc,” he said, shaking his head slowly. I could hardly breathe as he crawled up on the bed beside me, lying on one side as his fingers traced patterns in the valley between my breasts. “I’m gonna need you to relax for me.”
“But,” I asked, confused. “I...I begged.” Wasn’t that what he liked?
“I know you did, baby,” he murmured, his lips on my throat. “And it was beautiful.” His fingers trailed down, down, and inwardly I cringed, knowing that he’d feel them. My stretch marks. He must have noticed, because he stopped there, spreading his hand wide over my abdomen. “Beautiful,” he repeated, and I knew what he meant. Emotion overwhelmed me, and I bit down on my lip to keep it from trembling. Gracing me with a glorious smile, Rocco kissed my mouth, sucking my battered lip between his own and soothing it with his tongue. “But tonight, we’re gonna do things at my pace.
“Make yourself comfortable, Mia. Because we are gonna be here for a while.”
