Modern Romance Collection: March 2018 Books 1 - 4. Cathy Williams
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and suddenly he found himself wondering what the hell he was going to do with her all day while she was here—if you discounted the very obvious.
A pulse flickered at his temple. Occupying himself wouldn’t normally be a problem but this was different. For once Rocco realised he couldn’t escape into the endless refuge of work, or allow himself to be consumed by its constant demands. He could hardly leave Nicole to amuse herself while he locked himself in the office, could he? He glanced across at her, mentally sifting through all his options. If he took her to the nearby village or even into Palermo itself—by evening it would be all round the island that Rocco Barberi was back with his wife. And that was not going to happen—because it wasn’t true.
‘Why don’t we go for a walk round the estate?’ he said, watching as her benign expression changed into one of wariness. Was she remembering how their walk around the Rock of Monaco had ended, with him hiring a room after lunch—a room blatantly intended for sex? Was that why she produced a distinctly cool smile in response?
‘Sure. Why not?’
This time he didn’t need to suggest she change her shoes, because her footwear was sensible, and this time there was no sense of showing her somewhere new. Because she knew this place. He didn’t have to point out the way when he suggested going to the orchards—she turned left automatically. It had been easy to forget that she’d lived here. Too easy, perhaps.
To Rocco’s surprise, the morning unfolded with a surprising sense of effortlessness as Nicole reacquainted herself with the Barberi estate. Her enthusiasm seemed genuine as she admired the terracotta and green landscape and she even remembered the word for goat as she surveyed the rangy-looking creatures who were gnawing away in one of the scrubby meadows. It was when they reached the olive groves and he was congratulating himself on managing to kill a few hours without any kind of drama, when she asked the question he guessed he should have been expecting all along.
‘So why exactly did you move to Monaco, Rocco?’ she said, her English voice sounding very clear and steady. ‘Why leave Sicily when it’s clear you love the place so much?’
Rocco took his time before answering, bending down to study one of the rose bushes planted at the end of each line of olive trees, to discourage insects away from the precious fruit. Satisfied with the gardener’s efforts, he straightened up, brushing his hands down over his thighs. ‘Because most of my work is in mainland Europe and it cut my commuting time right down.’
‘And your grandfather didn’t...’ She lifted her shoulders. ‘Didn’t he miss you?’
‘I’m sure he did,’ he drawled. ‘But he soon got used to it. People migrate all the time. And my sister lives here. The last thing Turi would want would be for me to stay here out of some kind of duty.’
Rocco’s mouth hardened. Because he’d been absolved of duty. He’d done more than his fair share of it and Turi understood that. He glanced at his watch, wanting to put an end to this. To stop the introspection which always seemed to affect him whenever Nicole was around. ‘The nurse said you could go in before lunch, even if Nonno’s asleep. Shall we go back to the house to get something to drink first?’
She nodded. ‘Yes, please. And I’d like to freshen up.’
Back at the house, Rocco took the opportunity to check his emails while Nicole went to change and he was just passing the partially open door of the spare room when a movement from inside made him glance in.
He had automatically thought she’d be using their old bedroom even though he’d noticed earlier that the bed hadn’t been slept in last night. But she hadn’t. Yet again she had chosen a room away from him, and as he looked in he could see she was struggling with her dress. He saw her hand angling awkwardly down her back as she struggled to pull up the zip and even though he knew it was the wrong thing to do, he found himself standing in the doorway, as if somebody had wound the clock back and he were her husband again. As if he had a right to take part in all those small domestic rituals which were a part of every marriage.
‘Can I help?’
She looked up and a flurry of emotions crossed her face. She screwed her nose up, as if something inside her was hurting—and then suddenly she gave an almost efficient nod of agreement. As if she would be a fool to struggle with her own zip when someone was willing to take over the troublesome task for her.
Only it didn’t quite happen that way.
Rocco honestly didn’t think he had intended seduction at that moment but the instant his fingers connected with her silky flesh, he was lost. Maybe she was, too, because he heard a shuddered sigh escape from her lips. So that suddenly, instead of doing the zip up, he was sliding it down. All the way down to where her back curved inwards and then beyond even that, so that all it needed was the slightest tug of his fingers to let the garment slide to the ground. But he paused before he did that. Long enough to allow her to move away or chastise him and ask him what the hell he thought he was playing at.
But she didn’t. Her sigh became a quickened breath and still she said nothing as he slid his hands around her back to cup her straining breasts. He could feel his erection hard and almost painful as it pressed against her lacy lingerie and he thought maybe it would be better if he did this almost...anonymously. He could push her up against that wall and pull her panties down before freeing himself. He could slip inside her from behind. He could take her quickly and efficiently and give them both pleasure and not a single word need be exchanged. They didn’t even have to look at one another. And afterwards they could make as if it had never happened. They would never speak of it again. He’d done that with other women before, but never with Nicole.
And he didn’t want to do that now. Not with her. Never with her. He gave a little groan as he turned her round to find her eyes as darkened and as full of sensual promise as he’d hoped they would be. He bent to slide his arm beneath her knees and carried her over to the bed.
‘I want you,’ he said unsteadily as he laid her down on top of the embroidered cover, before ripping the shirt from his body, uncaring of the buttons which broke free.
‘And I want you,’ she echoed chokingly.
‘Nicole—’
But she silenced him with a fierce shake of her wild curls. ‘I don’t want analysis or promises neither of us can keep,’ she said. ‘I just want you, Rocco. Now. That’s all.’
And wasn’t it ironic that by taking his line—by removing all the emotion from what was about to happen—she somehow increased her power over him? So that, for the first time in all the time he’d known her, it felt as if it was Nic who was taking charge. As if everything he’d ever taught her had crystallised into this one, single act. It felt as if they were doing it in slow motion. As if their bodies were glued together, with no space between them. He kissed her. And kissed her. His lips brushed over hers in a tantalising graze until hers eagerly parted and he licked his way over their trembling surface.
She gave a gasp as he entered her and he blotted out the sound with the slow caress of his lips. She wrapped her soft thighs around his bare back and he thrust. And thrust again. He made it last for as long as he could, until the little cry she gave sounded as if she might be in some sort of pain, and then he came too and all thought was temporarily banished from his mind.
But her smile was dreamy when he studied her afterwards and he could instantly feel himself hardening again. He leaned over her, his lips automatically seeking hers, but she wriggled away from him with a decisive shake of her head.
‘No,’ she said.
‘Really?’
‘Really.’
‘Why not?’
‘You know exactly why not, Rocco. We shouldn’t have done it once—and we’re certainly not going to do it twice.’
‘Because?’
‘Because... There are a million reasons, which you really don’t need me to articulate for you, but mainly because I have to go and