Page 88 of Bad Medicine
Lifting one hand, Rocco ran a gentle finger down the side of my face, his eyes narrowing on the bruise that had bloomed there. Even that soft touch lit a fire inside of me, and I gasped at the spark it created, breathing in that delicious scent I now associated with Rocco.
Fresh. New.
Rocco smelled of opportunities, of possibilities, and I so desperately wanted to be the one to sample them with him.
“So, no, Mia. I’m not mad that things with Greg have gottendifficult. I’m mad because I had thought, for once in my goddamn life, I had found someone who might make me their first thought, too.”
My heart was breaking.
I had barely even offered it to him—barely taken it out of its dusty box and let it see the light of day—and I had already damaged it.
“I never meant to hurt you,” I said, lifting my own hand and pressing it to his face. “I was trying to protect you, too, you know. I didn’t want one bad choice I had made six years ago to mean that you would end up hurt.”
Pressing his forehead to mine, Rocco looked at me, his face telling me everything I wanted to hear, even if his mouth hadn’t yet said the words.
“The only bad choice you haveevermade,” he ground out, wrapping one arm around me, pulling my body flush against his, “was the one where you thought you could walk away from this—from us—and never look back.”
Chapter forty
Rocco
Ikissedher.
To be honest, there was nothing on the planet that could have stopped me from kissing her in that moment. Everything felt so raw, my nerves scraped and bleeding, the events of the day finally catching up with me. Just being near her was soothing, holding her, knowing she was safe—that they were both safe—was a balm to my tattered soul.
Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, careful of the bruises she now wore, I pulled Mia to me with a desperation that surprised me.
I had never wanted a woman the way I wanted her. Never felt this bone-crushing need to be close to her, to touch her, cling to her, the way I did when I was with Mia. It felt like a fire that burned inside me, and every time I looked at her, it only burned brighter.
Mia’s arms circled me, her small hands clutching at my back, as though she, too, couldn’t get close enough. I ravaged her mouth with searing kisses, not coming up for air until her fingers dug hard into the meat of my ass, sending a thrill up my spine. I broke our kiss, both of us breathing hard, then I stepped back, enjoying her soft moan of protest.
“Don’t move, Doc,” I growled, loving the way she chewed on her bottom lip at my words. Yanking open the door of the plane, I reached inside and pulled out the warm fleece blanket I kept tucked under the front seat.
It got cold up there sometimes.
With a flourish, I spread the blanket out, right there on the concrete, then guided Mia down so that she laid on her back.
“One day, I’ll take you up in my plane,” I said, reaching for the waistband of her pants and tugging them off her. “But for tonight, how about I make you fly right here?”
Mia nodded, her pupils wide and her eyes glassy as she gazed up at me, her face telling me all I needed to know about her thoughts on that idea.
Once I had her completely naked, I knelt up, my gaze raking over her from head to toe. She was so fuckin’ beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. As I let myself take her in, the dim lights of the hanger competing with the shadow of the plane wings, I realized what it was I liked about her body so much.
She wasn’t a girl, some young thing with a pretty shell and no substance.
No, Mia was all woman.
Looking at her now, I could see the road map of her life on display for me; every twist and turn she had taken to get to this point was there, and I wanted to memorize every inch of her.
When I reached out, my fingers gently drifting from between her breasts and down to her navel, I could see her tense up, lifting her hands and reaching for mine. It pissed me off, the fact that Mia’s automatic reaction to my touch was to cover herself, and I was sure as fuck not having that.
“No,” I said, taking her hands and lifting them away from her stomach. Bringing them to my lips, I pressed a kiss to each palm, then lifted them above her head and rested them on the blanket above her.
“You don’t get to touch right now, Mia.”
“Rocco,” she protested, and I knew what she was thinking.
“You don’t get to decide what part of this body I look at,” I said, leaning over to kiss her again. “What part I get to discover.” Another kiss, this time on one of her nipples, loving how it peaked automatically against my lips. “What part I get to devour,” I said, trailing my tongue down her sternum as she arched against me, letting out another soft moan.
