Securing Caite

by Susan Stoker

  Chapter Thirteen

  Rocco was worried about Caite. She hadn’t said much since his teammates had left. He was trying to give her some space to work through things in her head, but he was beginning to think he’d taken the wrong approach.

  She was trying too hard to remember. He needed to distract her. “Caite?”

  “Hmmm?” she said absently from where she was sitting on the couch.

  “Come here,” Rocco ordered from the kitchen.

  He saw her turn her head and look back over the edge of the sofa. “Is something wrong?”

  “No. But I need you.”

  That did it. She immediately stood and walked around his couch and came to his side. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” he told her, then put his hands around her waist and pushed her back until she bumped against the counter. “Jump up,” he told her.

  “What? Why?”

  “On the count of three,” he said. “One, two, three!”

  He didn’t really need her to help him, but she did as asked and gave a little hop just as he lifted her to sit on the counter in front of him.

  “Rocco, What are you—”

  “Where were we this morning on the beach when we were so rudely interrupted?” he asked rhetorically. “Oh, yeah, right about here…” He moved his hand to the small of her back and his fingers caressed the crease of her butt.

  He felt her shiver and she arched her back, giving him better access. “Rocco,” she protested weakly.

  “Caite,” he mimicked, even as he continued his assault on her senses. “I watched you sleep for a while this morning before I got up. You were adorable…and I seriously can’t imagine waking up any other way from here on out. I decided to take you to Blue Cove to help you overcome your fear of the water.”

  His fingers kept caressing her as he spoke, and Rocco watched her eyelids droop and felt her muscles relaxing more and more with every second that passed. He knew she was probably barely listening, but he kept going. “I picked out this outfit, and thought about not invading your privacy and letting you choose your own bra and underwear…but then I got curious. What kind of underwear would you have? Lacy and sexy? Or cotton and practical? Turns out, you had both. The second I saw this matching set, however, I knew I had to see it on you.”

  Caite’s breathing was erratic now, and she was clutching his T-shirt at his waist. Good. She wasn’t thinking about what she’d overheard in Bahrain anymore. All her concentration was on him and the way he was making her feel.

  “What are you doing to me, ma petite fée? I can’t think. I spend every minute I’m not with you wondering what you’re doing. Are you safe? Are you happy? It’s driving me mad.”

  “I feel the same way. I was so scared every second you were gone,” she admitted, looking up at him with dilated eyes. “I have no idea how it happened so fast.”

  “What?” Rocco asked.

  “Falling for you,” she told him with absolutely no guile. “This isn’t like me. I’m too practical. I think things through before I do them. I make lists. You should’ve seen the list of pros and cons I made before I accepted the job in Bahrain. It was insane.”

  “Was meeting the love of your life on the pro side?” Rocco asked with a quirk of his lips.

  “No. Neither was becoming the target of a crazy man who wants to kill me.”

  Shit. He hadn’t meant to remind her of that.

  “I’m in love with you, Caite McCallan. I love your strength and your vulnerability. I love that you’re willing to try new things just as much as I love that you’re perfectly happy to sit at home with a good book rather than go out. I love your acceptance of what I do for a living, just as much as I love that you worry about me as I’m doing that job. I love that you like my friends, and I love that you have a close relationship with your parents. I love that you trust me, and I love that you don’t freak out when I get bossy.”

  Her eyes were huge in her face as she stared up at him. Rocco stilled his fingers and pressed against her ass, scooting her all the way to the edge of the counter. He stepped forward until he was pressed against her. There was no way she could miss his erection. He needed her more than he needed his next breath…but it had to be her decision.

  Several beats went by and she didn’t say a word, simply continued to stare up at him as if she’d seen a ghost. Rocco hadn’t realized how nervous he’d been, and her silence was beginning to unnerve him.

  Finally, she reached up and wound her arms around his neck. Her knees came up and hooked around his hips. “You haven’t shown me your bedroom yet,” she said huskily.

  And just like that, Rocco’s libido returned full force. She hadn’t said she loved him back, but he knew she cared about him. He could work with that.

  Rocco put his hands under her ass and lifted her as easily as he would his loaded backpack before a mission. He could almost feel her heat against his cock and with every step he took toward his room, he felt her tits brush against his T-shirt.

  She didn’t take her eyes from his as he carried her to his bed. Even when he leaned over and placed her ass on the edge of the mattress, she didn’t look away. He bent over her and she scooted backward as he crawled onto the bed.

  “This is my room,” he told her.

  “It’s nice,” she replied, even though she hadn’t even taken the briefest glance around. Her hands went to the waist of his jeans and fumbled with the button there. He stayed crouched over her and simply enjoyed the moment.

  Memorizing the feel of her warm fingers against the skin of his lower belly, he braced himself with his hands by her head. Her nipples were hard under her shirt, and Rocco wanted nothing more than to rip off all her clothes and plunge his rock-hard dick inside her.

  But not yet.

  He wanted to savor her.

  They only had one first time.

  Caite couldn’t look away from Rocco’s face as she did her best to undo his pants. His dark brown eyes bored into her own.

  He loved her. It seemed impossible, but deep down, she knew this was right.

  Wanting to show him how much his words meant to her, Caite pushed gently on his hips. He stood and let her push him back. Not even thinking that he might believe she was pushing him away, Caite went to her knees at the side of the bed. She tilted her head back to keep eye contact with him even as she pulled his jeans down over his ass. They fell to his ankles, but he didn’t move.

  Running her hands up his thighs, Caite marveled at how strong they were. How strong he was. When the shot rang out that morning, he’d picked her up and thrown them both to the side without thought. He’d held her safe against him and had covered her body with his own.

  She thought back to when she’d opened the hatch in the floor in that shop in Bahrain. She hadn’t understood what had happened at the time, but now that she knew it had been Rocco who’d basically thrown Ace out of the cellar using brute strength, she could see exactly how he’d done it.

  His thighs were nothing but muscle. The coarse hair tickled her palms as she ran them up and down. He had on a pair of boxer briefs that didn’t leave much to her imagination. He was big. His cock strained against the material, begging to be set free.

  Caite moved her hand to the waistband of the briefs, but he stopped her.

  “Will you please take off your shirt first?” he asked. “I picked out that bra and panty set this morning hoping I’d get to see you in it later.”

  Blushing, Caite nodded. She lifted the shirt up and over her head almost without thought. Knowing he wouldn’t ask, she undid the buttons on her shorts and sat to slide those down her legs too. Then she leaned back against the bed. She never would’ve been able to be so bold without his earlier words of love.

  “God. Damn,” Rocco bit out. “The reality is so much better than my imagination.”

  Caite looked down at herself and mentally shrugged. All she could see were boobs that were a bit too saggy for her liking, too much of her stomach sticking ou
t, and thighs that were a little too thick to be considered hot.

  But when she looked back up into Rocco’s eyes, she realized something. He didn’t see any of her flaws. All he saw was her.

  Feeling more confident, she arched her back and smiled when he inhaled.

  “Give me a second,” Rocco said as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes. His hands were fisted at his sides, and she’d never seen anything sexier in her life.

  Even standing there with his boots on, jeans around his ankles and his dick doing its best to break free of its cotton prison, he was amazing. And he was all hers.

  Sliding to her knees on the floor, Caite cupped his balls through his underwear and licked him from the waistband of his boxers to his belly button.

  His stomach lurched, and she hummed in delight when his hands gripped her head. He didn’t shove against her, it was more like he was using her to hold himself steady. She could deal with that.

  Slowly, ever so slowly, she eased the elastic over his hips until the briefs fell to his ankles to join his jeans. But Caite only had eyes for his cock.

  As she stared at it, the purple mushroom head leaked a bead of precome.

  Feeling bolder than she’d ever been in her life, Caite leaned closer and licked the fluid off.

  Rocco groaned, and another bead of moisture appeared where the first had been. She looked up and saw that he was staring down at her with an intensity she’d never seen before.

  Feeling sexier than ever before, Caite reached for the cups of her bra and pulled the black lace down until it bunched under her boobs, pushing them upward.

  Her stomach clenched at the way goose bumps broke out on Rocco’s thighs. He didn’t have to say a word to communicate how turned on he was.

  Deciding she’d teased him enough, Caite took hold of the base of his erection with her left hand and reached around to palm his ass cheek with the other. She opened her mouth and took him inside as far as she could.

  His salty essence immediately swamped her senses, and although she’d never been a fan of the taste of come, on him, at this moment, it was absolutely delicious.

  She didn’t ease into the blowjob; instead she sucked hard as she bobbed up and down on his cock. He groaned long and low above her, and she smiled even as she continued to work him over.

  Using the pinky of the hand that was holding him still for her, she caressed his balls as she did her best to coax an orgasm out of him. She could tell he was close; his ass had tensed up, as had his thighs. The dick in her hand and mouth seemed to grow even harder, and she doubled her efforts to push him over the edge.

  One moment she was on her knees in front of him with his cock in her mouth, and the next she was flat on her back on his bed. Rocco loomed over her, and then his mouth was on hers.

  There was no other word for what he was doing than devouring her. And she loved it.

  Caite opened her legs and felt his dick pressing against her soaked panties. She squirmed, wanting him inside her. Rocco tore his mouth away and rested his forehead against hers. She felt the silky-soft hair of his beard brushing against her chin and cheeks.

  “Give me a second,” he pleaded.

  Caite shook her head. “I need you,” she told him, pressing her hips against his.

  “Fuck. Hang on,” he said, then he threw himself off her. Caite would’ve laughed at the way he stumbled as he struggled to untie his boots and get his jeans and briefs off, followed by his shirt, but she was too enthralled at the desperation in his movements to do anything other than stare.

  Her hands went to her panties and she’d started to push them over her hips when he stopped her.

  “Mine,” he said in a low, strangled tone.

  Caite let go and put her arms above her head, letting him have the pleasure of removing her underwear, but instead, he climbed back on the bed and hovered above her like a lion waiting to strike the killing blow. His chest heaved in and out and his cock bobbed with his movements. His eyes glittered with intensity and his hands were fisted on the bed at her sides.

  “Rocco?” she asked tentatively.

  “You. Are. So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he ground out, staring at her body. “Seriously. I can’t even… Shit. I wanted to go slow. Wanted to eat you out first. Then take my time and take you the way you deserve. But I can’t go slow. I hurt so bad for you, Caite. Your mouth was fucking phenomenal and I know the second I touch you, I’m gonna blow.”

  He looked up at her then. “Tell me you’re ready for me,” he almost pleaded.

  Running one of her hands down her stomach, Caite eased her fingers under the waistband of her panties and into her pussy.

  Rocco’s eyes followed her every movement. He licked his lips as if he could taste her in the air.

  “I’m ready,” Caite told him.

  “You’re sure? I’m big,” he told her unnecessarily.

  “I’m sure.”

  Then he moved. He ripped her panties down and off her legs so fast, Caite would’ve been impressed if she could think clearly.

  He shoved her legs apart with his own and inched upward. Caite eagerly spread her legs farther, giving him room. At the last second, before his cock touched her where she most wanted it to be, he swore and leaned over to the nightstand. He opened the drawer so hard it came flying out and landed on the floor. But that didn’t even seem to faze Rocco. He had a condom packet in his hand one second, and the next, he was gritting his teeth while he rolled it over his cock.

  Then he was there. Pressing inside her with a slow and steady thrust.

  Caite threw her head back and clenched her teeth together. It had been a long time for her. She was soaked, yes, but as Rocco had said, he was big.

  Belying his earlier words, he took his time inching inside her. And even once he was all the way in, his hips flush against hers, he held still, giving her time to adjust.

  Caite felt one hand go under her back and push, urging her to arch against him. Then his mouth closed around one of her nipples—and this time it was she who groaned. The feel of his lips around her bare flesh was so much more intense than when he’d done the same thing through her shirt and bra when they were in the ocean.

  One of her hands came up and grabbed at his back, trying to find something to hold on to. Her pussy muscles tightened around him as lust coursed through her body. She needed…more.

  “More,” she pleaded.

  Without a word, Rocco let go of her nipple with a small pop and held himself above her. Her eyes met his, and she froze, not able to look away. His hips started moving then, pumping his dick in and out of her with quick, hard thrusts.

  Caite tried to meet him, but in the end, as he moved faster and faster, all she could do was lie there and let him take her the way he needed to. She gripped his biceps with trembling fingers and held on as he pounded into her. His jaw was clenched, and he looked as intense as she’d ever seen him.

  Within minutes, Rocco’s breathing was erratic, and she could see a sheen of sweat on his brow. “I’m coming,” he got out between thrusts—and then he pushed himself as far inside her as he could go and came.

  Caite loved watching him fly over the edge, and knowing she’d done that for him. She couldn’t help being a bit disappointed that she hadn’t come with him, but he’d warned her that he was on the edge.

  It took a few seconds for him to recover, and Caite was ready with a smile when his head came up, but she squeaked in surprise when he sat back on his heels, holding her hips to his as he did so.

  They were still connected, even though Caite could feel him softening. Without saying a word, Rocco’s thumb zeroed in on her clit and began to stroke with quick, heavy flicks, just as she would’ve done for herself.

  “Rocco—”

  “You didn’t come,” he said. “Not acceptable. It’s bad enough I couldn’t wait and take care of you first, but no way in fuck are you not coming too.”

  “It’s okay. You don’t…” Her words tapered off as he continued
his assault on her body.

  Her back was arched and her hips were elevated, but nothing mattered except his expert touch on her clit. Within seconds, her pleasure had ramped back up and she was hurtling headlong toward a climax.

  Pumping her hips up and down, she grabbed hold of the sheets tangled around them.

  “God, yes! Right there. Harder! Yessssss.”

  Caite hung on the precipice for a heartbeat or two before flying over the edge. She couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but hang on for the ride as Rocco’s thumb continued to press against her, drawing out her orgasm for longer than she’d ever experienced before.

  She felt his cock slip out of her body, but he immediately filled her with two fingers from his other hand. He held her on his lap, shaking and trembling from the most intense orgasm of her life, until she finally began to come back down to Earth.

  His fingers pressed slowly and gently in and out of her body as she gasped for air.

  “Good lord,” she exclaimed softly. “That was…” She couldn’t think of anything to describe what that was.

  Rocco smiled down at her and eased his fingers out of her body, bringing them up to his mouth to lick clean. She knew she was blushing, but refused to look away from the man she loved.

  Then he gently eased her ass off his lap and turned to the side to remove the condom. He tied it off and wrapped it in a tissue from the nightstand, all without seemingly feeling embarrassed about what he was doing. Then he was back and gently turning her to undo her bra, throwing it on the floor along with their clothes. He gathered her in his arms and covered them up with a sheet.

  His loving care made the words practically fall out of her mouth.

  “I love you,” Caite blurted. “I didn’t say it before…well…I don’t know why. But I do.”

  “Shhh, it’s okay,” Rocco said.

  “I just…it’s not the sex. Although that was superb. It’s you. I’ve never felt like this with anyone. It scares me to death because I know you could hurt me so bad.”

  “I’ll never hurt you, ma petite fée.”