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“Talk to me, Bella. Tell me what’s upsetting you.”
He’d gotten entirely under my skin and in my head. “I can’t do this stuff.Thinking about you all the time, missing you. I don’t know how to do it. I never had it before, and it’s making me feel weak.”
“You’re not weak. Caring doesn’t make you weak,” he said softly, kissing my shoulder.
I gritted my teeth to stop that warm feeling inside, but he cuddled me closer. “Ti,adoro, Bella.I adore you, and I’m having a hard time leaving you, too. But it won’t work for our careers. It’s the one thing I love and would change.”
“I understand that, but I’ll…I’ll miss you,” my voice cracked, and I swallowed against the lump in my throat.
“I want to be missed, to be cared for,” he whispered like it was an intimate secret, and my heart turned over. I hadn’t thought how lonely he must feel by himself.
“My schedule cost me a lot of relationships. Most of them were over long before seeing them again to break up. But now, I wonder if they ended because I didn’t miss them in my life…I know I miss you.”
His words touched me deeply and I couldn’t speak.
The car slowed, and my nerves jumped. It felt too short of a ride. Rocco didn’t open the limo and placed me on the seat next to him instead.
“Don’t you have to go?” I rasped.
“I’m not leaving you sad. You looked so beautiful and happy tonight. And I’ve wanted to take you out of that dress for hours. Lay on your back.” His tone lowered as he switched to his commanding tone.
I lay on the seat, my legs facing him. He moved his hands quickly under my dress and eased my thong off.
“Give me what I want,” he said, and I knew what it was.
I lifted my dress and opened my thighs.
He let out a whistle. “You bad girl.”
“Bad?”
“Yes, bad. You were going to leave me without giving me my sweet pussy when it’s so wet.”
I squirmed on the seat.“Mmm.”
“Why are you so wet?”
“You make me wet,” I rasped.
“I do, and I also take good care of it.”
“Mmm, please.”
With Rocco, I wanted whatever he would do to me. With the first swipe of his tongue against my skin, he took me like he was dying of thirst, and only I could sustain him. A wave of pleasure built inside me at top speed as he devoured, teasing, stroking my clit with his tongue, his hands tight on my thighs, holding me open. It was absolute possession.
“Mmm, Rocco.” I quivered hard, hugging his head against me as I shook in pleasure, unwilling to let him go. Rocco let me keep my hold, rubbing my clit, and tantalizing my opening; the orgasm came, and I shuddered as he sucked me down, my hands dropping on the seat as we both recovered in heavy gasps for air. He pulled my dress down, helped me sit, and placed his arm around me. I dropped my head, and a sob erupted from my throat.
He touched my face. “Adelina, what’s wrong?”
“I…I don’t want to….”I don’t want to leave you.
Rocco understood, even if I couldn’t get the words out. “I’ll be as quick as I can,” he whispered, cuddling me.
It shocked me how tearful I’d become with him. He had swung the emotional door open inside me, and I couldn’t close it. The dam I built to protect myself had come apart—all those years of living in a cage inside myself. Rocco had taken me not only physically but emotionally. He knew my whole story and still loved me. And I believed him when he said it wasn’t from sympathy. It was because he saw me as I was.
When I calmed down, he sighed deeply and opened the door. We had to say goodbye for now.
The bright lights burned my swollen eyes as I climbed out. Rocco pulled me against him and tucked me into his side. “Come on.”