Deadly Games - Cate Noble [54]
His Inner Idiot decided to do a visual check. Even bigger mistake. Gena was sleeping soundly, all snuggled up against his side, using his bare chest as a pillow. Her mouth was open and so close to his nipple he felt her warm breath.
One of her legs was lying over his. Correction: it was practically entwined around his. And her contortions had hiked up the shirt she wore, confirming that she was naked beneath. Well, actually, his hand cupping her ass had confirmed that, but hey, his hand wasn’t the problem.
Hers was.
If he were a gentleman, he’d remove her hand from his cock while simultaneously tugging her shirt down. A gentleman probably wouldn’t be wishing that her shirt would creep up farther. Or that she’d twitch again.
And then she did.
Her grip tightened, her hand tugging upward along his shaft. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.
No.
It dawned on him that the question wasn’t whether he was a gentleman, but whether he was a masochist. It was torture lying still, not reaching to touch her in return.
His heart thudded dully in his chest, reminding him of where the real pain was. He had never gotten over Gena. Had never gotten over the way they’d broken up. Had never had a chance to speak his mind. Or apologize. Or make amends.
And her? Had she ever really cared? Did she ever dream about the good times they’d shared or had she let it go? The way he needed to let it go.
The past was ancient history. Most of it anyway. The part that had resurfaced had nearly killed Gena. Which was why they were together again. Because Rocco had sworn to keep her safe.
Period.
She wiggled just then, releasing his cock and breaking the spell. She shifted her leg higher and immediately stiffened.
Rocco knew she was awake. He debated playing possum, faking sleep to give her a chance to extricate herself. But damn if he wanted to, especially since she wasn’t scrambling away.
Instead he lay there, watching as she lifted her head to look down at their legs. When she turned to look at him, she drew a sharp breath, seeing that he was awake.
Rocco silently counted to three, ample time for her to make her move.
She didn’t. So he made his.
He lifted his hand to the back of her neck, then drew her close for a kiss. He purposely kept it soft and tentative, monitoring her response, ready to end it at the first sign of resistance.
Gena mowed him down, as if she couldn’t get close enough. Her mouth opened, welcoming and eager.
It was all Rocco needed. He lifted her onto his chest, shoving his jeans lower in the process. A lovely moan escaped as she took over the kiss, her hands on either side of his face, holding him still as she drew his tongue fully into her mouth.
His hands snaked beneath her shirt, brushing it upward along her ribs, exposing her breasts briefly before cupping them. Gena gasped with pleasure, pressing fully into his hands, encouraging his play. He caught her nipples, tugged them lightly.
She bucked, rubbing her crotch against him. He dropped his hands to her hips, encouraging her to spread her legs, wanting her to feel the extent of his arousal. Gena straddled him, scalding his flesh with hers. She rolled her hips, thrusting herself against his shaft.
He echoed the motion, his cock growing harder and longer with each stroke. Gena deepened the kiss, sucking his tongue while dragging her nipples across his chest.
Rocco knew she was as close to the edge as he. The thought of thrusting his cock up inside her and—
The phone on the nightstand rang, startling both of them with its shrill noise. Gena pulled away, shattering the spell.
“I’m … I’m sorry!” She rolled away from him and climbed out of the bed. “That’s my wake-up call.”
“Gena—”
“Please!” That she already regretted what had happened was obvious.
Rocco grabbed the receiver and slammed it back down, silencing it.
“Gena.”
“Rocco.”
They spoke in unison. He motioned for her to go first.
“I’m … embarrassed. That was … stress. It shouldn’t have happened,” she said.
A stress fuck. That took the wind out of his sails. “Well, it did happen. And we were both willing