Nodding, Rocco held his finger to his lips.
“I’ll leave the door ajar,” Frank whispered.
Thanks, Rocco mouthed.
He looked down at Nico. He had his arm draped around her, and she was curled up into the crook of his arm, breathing softly with her head pressed against his chest.
When had this happened? How had it happened? She wasn’t in his arms when he drifted off. She wasn’t even leaning into him.
He almost tucked the hair that had fallen in front of her face behind her ear, but then thought,Better not; that might wake her.
Of course, he’d have to wake her … eventually.
He knew that. And he would.
He would wake her.
But.
In a minute.
Just a minute more.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
NICO AND ROCCO
His fingers brushed against her cheek as he took a strand of her hair and gently tucked it behind her ear.
It was tender and sweet.
But he wasn’t those things. Was he?
He leaned in, and his words fluttered over her flesh like winged birds.
“I can be tender. I can be sweet.” He placed his hand on her cheek, grazing her cheekbone with his thumb as he gazed into her eyes. And then his eyes flashed as he grabbed a fistful of her hair. “And I can be not tender. And not sweet.” He pulled her head back, exposing her throat.
Her breath grew unsteady as though she were choking on it.
He grazed her nipples with his thumb.
She shut her eyes.
He pinched—hard—and thrust his groin into her, releasing a sudden flood of hot liquid that threatened to drown her.
He let go of her hair, and she looked up at him. She suddenly realized he had her up against a car.
“Get up on that hood.”
The sound of his voice shook her like the throttle of an engine. She hadn’t wanted to before, but now she thrilled at the idea, feeling a humming between her legs as though she had a Ducati between them.
As she hoisted herself up onto the hood, she felt the length of his body rub against her own and began to shake so violently, she thoughtshe might fall. But he gripped her hips to steady her. Once she was sitting on the hood, he glanced down at her thighs. He placed a hand gently on each knee. He didn’t need to push. She opened them for him.
As she did, she realized she was wearing his shirt.
“It looks nice on you,” he said. “ Like a dress.”
His hands slid up her thighs.
