Page 28 of The Billionaire's Destiny
“I’m in love with her now,” I told Rocco, grabbing a handful of roses.
He chuckled. “We all are…La Voce.”
I grinned. “I swear, if I had a voice like that, I’d never shut up.”
Rocco laughed and threw more roses until our basket was empty.
Bianca stepped down from the platform and headed straight over to where we stood and gave me a big hug.
“You were sensational,” I gushed.
She touched my chin. “Thank you for your tears.”
Lorenzo kissed me on my cheeks. “How was that?”
I touched his arm. “You know you killed it.”
“Yes,” he said. “May I have a kiss? I can’t live without knowing how those beautiful lips feel.”
I lowered my brows and looked at Rocco.What should I do?
He nodded.Let him if you want.
I shyly turned back, and Lorenzo’s mouth was on mine.
My jaw dropped when we parted, and I stepped back.
“Now I can die knowing how they feel. Heavenly,” he said and winked. He didn’t miss a beat, hugging and kissing Rocco’s cheeks.
Rocco kissed Bianca. Then we stood back and let everyone else come and have their moments with them.
“Can we stay in Florence forever?” I asked him.
Rocco spun me a circle. “You said that about Mustique.”
“Yes, I had, but I never knew a life could be this beautiful.”
“Bella,” Rocco whispered, then kissed me deeply.
Nothing could be more perfect.
“Damn, you feel good,” Rocco breathed into the darkness, his voice thick with desire. Every inch of his heated skin and the sculpted lines of his body pressed against me, stirring me. His low groan vibrated by my ear, and he whispered, “You smell good, too.”
“Rocco…mmm.” The feel of his erection against my ass sent a shiver down my spine.
His fingers slipped beneath my hair, gliding along my scalp, and I couldn’t help but moan. “Mmm, I love that.”
“I know,” he said and tugged gently, angling my head back toward him. I gasped as his lips traced a slow path along my neck and up to my ear, where his voice dropped to a velvet whisper. “I want you.”
My confidence swelled, my pulse racing as desire chased away any remnants of sleep. Dinner at Villa Caro Hotel hadstretched into the early morning, and we went to bed when we returned. But waking up for sex with Rocco was something I didn’t want to turn down.
“Rocco…oh…”
His hand gripped my thigh, guiding it over his. “Only you, Bella, can steal my sleep.” He slid himself between my legs, not entering, just teasing, the thick head of him gliding against me, making me ache for more. Heat flooded through me, and I trembled, lost in the sensation.
Ohh. It feels so good.“Mmm…”But…
“Yes, fuck. You make me so hard when you moan.” He gripped my thigh tight and pushed inside of me with a torturous slowness, but not all the way, and a guttural sound rose from my throat. My inner muscles clenched tight, desperate to draw him deeper.
