Now on top, her body pressing against him, Dana kissed Rock with all her pent-up passion until he groaned against her mouth. She released his lips for a moment and turned her attention to his shirt where she made quick work of the buttons, baring his perfect body to her gaze.
Rock helped her out when he tilted his body forward and pulled the shirt off completely and threw it on the floor. Then he was reaching for her, pulling her down to kiss her some more, kiss her till her bones felt like they’d turned to jelly.
Soon, though, the kissing was not enough. For either of them. When Rock stood up, taking her with him, then moved into her bedroom Dana did not object. And when he laid her on the bed and began to undress her, she helped. She slid out of the silky sheath and soon all she wore was a black lace bra and matching panties.
Rock’s eyes glowed as he stared down at her near-naked form. Then he reached down and, almost reverently, he opened the clasp at the front of her bra, letting her full br**sts fall free. “Delicious,” he whispered then bent forward to suckle her br**sts.
Dana arched her back and reached for him, wanting more of the sweetness that flowed from his lips. Her body was ready for him, all of him. “Oh, Rock,” she whispered. “Please.” She couldn’t wait any longer. She wanted him now, deep inside her.
As if he understood her plea, Rock backed away but only to loosen his belt and shed the garments that hid the rest of his body from her.
And when she saw him her breath caught in her throat because he was…so beautiful. Straight and proud, his manhood stood out from its bed of soft brown hair, his desire for her obvious in its tiny jerks as it throbbed and pulsed.
Before she got caught up in the moment, before the heat of their passion could sweep her away, Dana rolled over and reached into the night stand for the box of condoms she’d bravely secured from the hotel gift shop. She turned back to Rock and when she saw that he’d come nearer, when she got a full frontal view of his anatomy, her mouth went dry.
“Let me get you ready,” she whispered.
With not an ounce of shyness about him Rock came closer still, his manhood jutting forward, and rested his hands on his hips.
Dana tore a packet open then with trembling fingers she proceeded to roll the condom onto his shaft. This is it, Dana. No turning back now. And even as the doubt beat against her brain she kept on rolling.
The job done, Rock put his hand on her shoulder and pressed her back into the pillows. Then he climbed onto the bed and ran his hand over her belly and down to the lacy panties she still wore.
Rock gave a low growl deep in his throat then bent his head so his lips were at the waistband of her underwear. To Dana’s surprise he took the narrow waistband in his teeth and pulled it down over her mound, down her legs and completely off. Then, with the garment still in his mouth, he jerked his head, letting it float away and onto the floor.
And then he came to her, sliding his body up the length of her, covering her with his muscled frame. As he positioned himself, Dana wrapped her legs around his lean h*ps and held her breath.
And then slowly, carefully, he lowered himself and as the tip of his member pressed against her she closed her eyes and drew in her breath, preparing herself for his entry. He pressed forward, pushing past the slight resistance, until he was sliding into her moist heat, sinking deep into her core.
She released her breath in a soft sigh, her body filled with the length of him, every nerve ending tingling in response to his presence.
And then he began to move, rocking gently back and forth, waiting for her body to grow used to him. Then he began to thrust into her, slow and deep, then smoothly, rhythmically until he was going faster, deeper, his breath coming in gasping groans.
And with each thrust she rose up to meet him, her body taking in all that he had to give, her breath growing tighter in her throat, her body consumed by their embrace.
And then her body stiffened, and the heat that had been rising in her inner core burst into a thousand stars that shot through her body, sending waves of ecstasy rippling through her.
“Rock,” she whimpered, and clung to him as the waves of passion dashed her against the rock in her arms. He was her Rock tonight.
As she clung to his shoulders he gave one last thrust. His body stiffened and he groaned her name out loud. And then he was following her, reaching his peak of passion, cl**axing deep inside her. For long seconds he held her tight as his body jerked and his manhood pulsated inside her. And then, expelling a rush of air from his lungs, he collapsed on top of her.
Almost a minute passed with neither of them speaking. The room was filled with the sounds of their recovery as their breaths came in choking gasps then slow, deep breaths, until they both slid down off the pinnacle.
Then, with a sigh, Rock rolled over onto his side and pulled her into his arms, stroking her gently as his breathing slowed and his body grew calm. And still, they said nothing. It was enough to be in each other’s arms, enjoying the moment and what they had just shared.
And when Rock settled deeper into the bed and pulled her h*ps into his groin, holding her in spoon fashion, she did not fight his embrace. And when he held her like that for several minutes until his chest rose and fell at her back and his soft breathing told her he had drifted off to sleep, she did not murmur or pull away. She relaxed against him and closed her eyes, a soft smile of satisfaction on her lips.
Soon enough, she would wake up with Rock in her bed, probably snoring softly just as she’d dreamed, and she would tickle his nose and kiss him awake.
And whatever happened after that, she would handle later. For now, she was living her precious dream.
**
Dana’s plan to deal with reality later was easier said than done. She’d woken up to find Rock gone, no trace of him left except for the dent his head had made in the pillow. He hadn’t even woken her to say goodbye.
And that could only mean one thing – he regretted the night he’d spent with her. She’d seduced him, lured him into her room, and now he probably hated her for it.
How could she face him now? Sleeping with her boss had been the worst mistake of her life.
Her mood grim, Dana slid out of bed and began the task of packing for her trip back to New York. How was she going to survive the journey back, with Rock – the seductive apple from her Garden of Eden – sitting right beside her the whole time? How could she look him in the eyes? What would she say? She groaned at the thought. The trip was going to be agony.