“Are you sure?” he asked. “I’m clean too, but I want you to be sure about this, honey.” That little term of endearment made her heart stutter.
She smiled at him. “I like that,” she said.
“Like what?” he asked.
“I like the way that you called me, ‘Honey’. And we don’t need a condom, if you’re okay with that,” she said. He nodded, not saying anything, and she worried that she had done or said something wrong. “Rocco,” she breathed. “Are you all right?”
He nodded again, “I just need a second. I’ve never had sex without using a condom, and the thought of you being the first woman I’m doing that with had me nearly losing it before we even got started.”
She wrapped her legs around him, tugging him closer. “We have all night,” she offered, “no need to rush.”
“Good,” he growled. Rocco kissed his way down her body, settling between her legs. “Then I have time to do this,” he breathed against her drenched folds. “You’re already so wet for me, honey,” he said.
“Rocco,” she said his name like she was begging him for something. Luna just didn’t know if she was begging him to stop or to keep going. He didn’t wait for her to decide either. He licked through her pussy like a starving man, and when he sucked her clit into his warm mouth, she nearly bucked off the bed. Rocco held her down, placing his big hands on her thighs as he ate her, driving her completely over the edge. Her body felt as though it was on fire as she shamelessly rode his mouth, taking everything that he was giving her, and so much more.
“I’m going to come,” she shouted.
“Good,” he said against her pussy. The vibrations from just that word send shock waves through her body, and Luna let go. She cried out his name, and he wrapped his arms around her thighs, holding her tighter, not stopping. He gave her two more orgasmsbefore letting her go. Luna couldn’t seem to get the words out as he kissed his way back up her body. She wanted to tell him that what he had just done to her was amazing, but all she could do was whisper his name again.
“Rocco,” she breathed. He covered her body with his, and when he looked down at her, giving her one more chance to tell him to stop, she couldn’t help but nod. She wanted to feel him inside of her more than she wanted her next breath.
He lined up his cock with her pussy and filled her with one thrust. Rocco went still as he groaned out his pleasure. “Shit, you feel so fucking amazing,” he whispered.
“God, I feel so full,” she breathed. “Please, Rocco, don’t stop.” He pulled free from her body and slammed back into her. He wasn’t holding back with her now, and she loved every second of the way that he pumped in and out of her body. He was taking what she was willing to give him and not letting up.
“I’m not going to last,” he breathed. “I want you with me, honey. Can you touch yourself?” She looked at him as though he had lost his mind.
“What?” she asked.
“Touch your clit and get off with me, honey,” he ordered. She could tell that he was holding back, and there was no way that she wouldn’t do as he asked. She had just never done that in front of anyone else before.
“Please,” he begged. That one word plea had her snaking her hand down between their joined bodies to stroke her clit. She moaned at how good it felt. “That’s right, honey,” he said, his voice hoarse with need. “Come with me.” God, dirty-talking Rocco was going to be her undoing.
Luna rode his cock and her fingers as she found her release again, shouting out his name. Rocco pumped in and out of her body, setting a furious pace, and when he came, he breathed her name like a prayer on his lips.
Rocco collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around his body. “Am I crushing you?” he asked.
“Yes, but I like it,” she said. He chuckled and rolled off her, tugging her into his body and pulling the quilt up over them.
“I’m staying the night,” he said. He wasn’t asking, and that worked for her because the thought of him leaving now did strange things to her heart.
“Good,” she said around a yawn. Luna snuggled against his body, feeling safe and wanted for the first time in a damn long time. She knew that Rocco had her whole heart now, whether he knew it or not, and that thought scared the hell out of her. Because giving him her heart might get her hurt, but for some reason, she just didn’t care.
ROCCO
Rocco hadn’t slept that well in years, and that realization hit him the second he opened his eyes and found Luna curled against his side like she belonged there. Like she’d always belonged there.
Sunlight spilled softly through the blinds, painting her skin gold while her dark hair spread across his chest and pillow. One of her legs was tangled with his beneath the sheets, and every slow breath she took brushed warm against his ribs. He was at peace for the first time he could remember—actual fucking peace.
Rocco stared at the ceiling for a long moment, trying to remember the last time he woke up without immediately feeling tension clawing at his chest. He couldn’t remember the last time that he woke up without guilt, without memories, and without hearing gunfire every time he closed his eyes. But last night, he heard none of that. His sleep was nightmare-free, and for the first time in a long time, he didn’t wake up screaming. Instead, he woke up to Luna.
His hand moved instinctively, his fingers brushing lightly through her hair. She made a sleepy sound and burrowed closer against him. “You’re staring again,” she mumbled against his chest.
Rocco huffed out a quiet laugh. “Thought you were asleep.”
“I was.” She tilted her head just enough to look up at him with one eye half open. “Then you got all soft and emotional, looking at me that way.”
“Lies,” he breathed, but she was right. He was getting caught up in his feelings for her.
