Thirst (The Calvettis of New York 1)
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I fuck her mouth, slowly at first but when she squirms to the side of the bed and falls to her knees, I take everything I can.
With long, fast strokes I drive myself into her mouth.
Words are lost in my throat when I try to pull her back so I can come on her gorgeous tits, but she holds tight, determined to taste my release.
Lights flash behind my eyelids, the room quiets, and I lose all rational thought as I pump every last drop between her pink lips.
***
“An apple, six green grapes, and half a bagel. Your breakfast is served, Ms. Walsh.”
She looks down at the plate I placed on her lap. “Rocco.”
“I know you just woke up.” I settle on the bed next to where she’s sitting. “You start work in an hour so I thought I’d take care of the breakfast part of your routine. I’d like to help with your shower too.”
Her eyes are still cast down when her head starts shaking. “I can’t believe you did this.”
Did what? I ran down to the bodega when she was passed out and bought her breakfast. I cut up the apple, removing the peel, washed the grapes and toasted the bagel.
“Your coffee is on its way.” I tap the watch on my wrist. “I forgot to turn on the machine before I left, but you’ll have a cup in your hand in two minutes.”
“Rocco.” My name is barely a whisper. “You are...”
Scaring the shit out of her.
I’ve watched her eat breakfast. I’ve been mesmerized by the care she takes in peeling an apple each morning. I’ve seen her count out six green grapes and toast half a bagel.
She must think I’m a fucking stalker.
“Dexie.” I work on a swallow, scrambling to come up with the right words to tell her I’m not dangerous, just infatuated.
Her head pops up. The tears welling in her eyes cut me in two.
“I’m sorry if I overstepped.” I swipe a finger across her cheek. “I noticed that you like these things for breakfast, so I wanted to...”
I’m stopped mid-sentence by the press of her lips against mine. She kisses me. It’s soft and tender.
“No one has ever done anything like this for me,” she whispers against my cheek. “Thank you, Rocco. Thank you.”
I kiss the corner of her mouth, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin. Fuck the men who have woken up next to her in the past. She deserves everything. I only wish I was the man who could give it to her.
Chapter 39
Dexie
Who cries over an apple and a bagel?
Me. I did in Rocco’s bed this morning.
I shake the unfortunate memory from my mind. After I shed a tear because he cut the peel off the apple just the way I like, I sipped my coffee and then left to shower at home before I dressed for work.
“What are you thinking about?” Sophia questions from where she’s sitting on my couch. “Is it my spring collection?”
No. It’s Rocco’s cock.
I look at the window and his darkened apartment.
We haven’t spoken since he walked me down to the lobby door of my building this morning. We kissed and said our goodbyes before he took off down the street in running gear.