She didn’t get much chance to think on this further as just then, Rock stood up and walked over to the safe haven of her armchair. Now it didn’t seem quite so safe anymore.
Without asking her permission Rock plucked the glass from her fingers and turned to deposit it next to his. Then he took both her hands and drew her up to stand in front of him.
“We left before the DJ put on the slow music. We have to remedy that.”
His voice was low, seductive, and his eyes gleamed with a light that made her go warm inside.
Was her boss coming on to her or was this a dream? If so, she prayed she wouldn’t wake up.
“But there’s no music.” Her voice cracked with nervousness and she bit her lip.
Rock gave her a confident smile. “I can fix that.” He walked over to the TV and switched it on. Then he flipped channels till he came to one that showed only a blue screen with tiny words at the bottom – Love FM. And they were playing one of the most poignant love ballads she knew – Beyonce’s ‘If I Were a Boy’.
This time, when Rock pulled her into his arms there was no resistance. She wanted this, probably more than he did. Why should she deny herself the pleasure?
So she melted against him, melted into the liquid silver of Beyonce’s song, her arms going up of their own volition to wrap themselves around the solid mass of man pressed against her.
And when the song ended they danced to another…and another…losing themselves in the pulsating rhythms of love. And so, when Rock’s lips descended to slide along her neck and down to her collar, Dana was ready to receive all that he had to give. She moaned and arched against him, silently begging him for more.
To her sweet relief he obliged. With a groan, Rock slid his lips lower, until he was kissing the tops of her br**sts, sending thrills coursing through her body.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please.”
She could say no more. All she could do was give in to the pleasure of his kisses on that most sensitive part of her body.
Rock groaned and lifted his head then covered her mouth with his, kissing her till she had no air and could only cling to him. Capturing her head in his big hand he tilted her face, the better to plunder her mouth and drain all resistance from her. Not that she had any left.
And then he was bending to lift her into his arms and before she could regain control of her swirling thoughts they were in her bedroom and he was laying her gently on the bed.
Dana had no time to wonder, no time to question what was happening. Rock was in control, stealing from her every ounce of doubt or fear. She wanted this, more than anything in the world.
Rock slid his thumbs under the spaghetti straps on her shoulders and gently slid them down, lower and lower, till the top of her dress followed. A wave of shyness washed over her and Dana closed her eyes. He’d exposed her to his gaze and she knew exactly what he was seeing right now – the tops of her br**sts swelling over the cups of her strapless bra, the pale skin of her belly bared to his view. She wished he would just kiss her, take away her trepidation, transport her to the heights of ecstasy with his lips.
And he did. As Dana stole a peek at him Rock licked his lips then lifted a long, lean finger to slide her right bra cup down, exposing all of her breast and its rose-tipped nipple to his gaze. Then he lowered his head and sucked the bud deep into his mouth.
Dana moaned, unable to hold back the sound of her passion. That felt so good. At the feel of his lips, his tongue on her, her body trembled and she grew moist. Oh God, she wanted more. So much more.
Then Rock slid the other bra cup down and gave her left breast the same loving treatment, turning her insides into lava, making her writhe in sweet agony. Whether it was desperation or boldness, she didn’t know, but something made Dana slide her hands up under Rock’s shirt to caress the rippling muscles of his belly and then the muscled breadth of his chest. And here, her fingers found his ni**les and she touched them and teased them, drawing a gasp from his throat.
And then she heard it. The strains of music coming from the living room, a love song so exquisite yet so filled with pain. As Maroon Five’s ‘Daylight’ drifted into her room, and even as her hands slid over Rock’s body, she couldn’t stop the doubts from invading her mind. Like the words of the song, would she have Rock for this one night and then next day have to pretend it never happened? The thought was like a knife to her heart and her body went cold.
A lump rose in her throat and before she could stop herself a sob escaped her lips.
Rock froze. He looked down at her and the concern was apparent in his eyes. “Did I hurt you?”
Unable to speak Dana stared up at him then shook her head.
Slowly, he slid his body away from her then got up off the bed. His frown told of his confusion. He sat on the bed by her side and reached over to pull the top of her dress up and over her br**sts. “You don’t have to do this, Dana,” he said gently. “Do you want to stop?”
Again, no words came. And again all she could do was nod.
To his credit, Rock demanded no explanation. Leaning over, he patted her on the shoulder then stood up. “I’ll show myself out,” he said, his voice quiet. “Good night, Dana.”
With that, he turned and walked out the door.
And as Dana heard the front door close behind him she wrapped her arms around herself and began to sob in earnest.
Now there was no doubt in her mind. She’d gone and fallen in love with Rock St. Stephens. How would she survive this hopeless situation?
And, after what had happened tonight, how would she face him in the morning?
CHAPTER TWELVE
Even though Rock was deep in conversation with Gregory Smith, the owner of the luxury resort he was considering buying, he was one hundred percent aware of Dana. As he negotiated with the elderly man he was watching her out of the corner of his eye, and although her pen was flying across the paper as she feverishly took notes he could tell that her mind was miles away.
Apparently she had a lot to think about, most likely about last night. He could understand that. He’d been thinking about it, too. But what the hell happened to make her change her tune right in the middle of their passionate embrace? He was still baffled.
No time to think too much on that, though. He would get to the bottom of it later. Right now he had business to take care of.