Rocco and Mandy: A Red Team Wedding Novella (Book #6.5) by Elaine Levine Page A

moment while he absorbed all of the sensations of her body on his, her breasts pressed between their bodies, his cock inside her. He looked into her eyes. This was what his life was about. She was everything he needed. Well, her and his children. “I pick you,” he whispered against her lips.
    Her answer was little more than a rush of breath.
    He ran his hands down her body, capturing her ass cheeks in his palms. Spreading his legs, he widened hers as he took over the rhythm of their joining. He thought about rolling her over, but remembered her comment about hurting the baby and decided to let her set the pace—not an easy choice when he wanted to slam into her.
    “Lift up. Brace yourself on your hands,” he ordered her.  
    “Why?” Mandy asked in a breathy voice.
    He grinned. “Because I want to see you.” When she rose over him, he captured her breasts, holding them as her movements over him grew more feverish.
    “Rocco—”
    “I’m here. I’ve got you. Let go.” He didn’t think he could hold off much longer. It was heaven being here with her. “Let go, Emmy.”
    She sat up straight, then arched her back. Her hands gripped his on her breasts. Her eyes were shut, but he could read the pleasure in her face. Her hips bucked once, then ground against him in fast, tight movements.
    He pulled his hands free and held her hips as he pushed deep inside her, pumping hard, feeling his impending release. He groaned as it broke free, pulsing into her. When the fever passed, he realized he was sitting up, holding her body against his. Her legs were still spread over his lap. He rubbed his hands over her back, loving the feel of her soft, warm skin.
    “Ready for that shower?”
    She nodded. He eased her from his lap, then stood and kicked free of his jeans and briefs. He turned the shower on and waited for it to warm up. When it did, he held her close in the water, separating only long enough to wash.  
    “I’m sorry I left, Rocco.”
    “Don’t be. I needed a kick in the ass. Your leaving helped me hit the bottom of the barrel.”
    “Yeah, well, that kick in the ass was almost the end of you.”
    Rocco caught her hands and held them in his. He stared down at her face. “If things had ended differently, it would have been my fault, my decision. Not yours. Nothing you could do could make me want to end my life.”
    She blinked. Her nostrils briefly flared as if she fought a wave of emotion. The shower water streamed down on them. “Why did you decide to go?”
    He shook his head. It was all still so raw inside him. He bent and kissed her neck. “I can’t talk about it, Em. Not yet.”
    She held his gaze, trying to understand what that meant. “Is it going to come back?”
    “No. I’ve made my decision. Will other demons surface? Maybe.”
    She took his face in her hands. “Promise me, Rocco, that if it does, before it eats you alive, you’ll talk to me. Together, we can fight a better battle than either of us can alone.”
    He gave her a sad smile, wishing like hell that he was a whole man, not just the shredded, leftover pieces of the man he’d been. “I promise.”
    “Swear it.”
    “I swear it. On my life. On yours. On Zavi’s.”
    He made love to her again, going slower this time, savoring each touch and taste and sensation. When they finally headed to bed, he felt guilty for having robbed her of so much sleep. He wanted to hold her in his arms, naked body to naked body, but she insisted on putting a pair of shorts and a tee on in case Zavi came in, seeing as it was only a little while until his usual wake-up time.
    “Don’t worry about Zavi. I’ll take him until Wynn wakes up. We’ll let you sleep.”
    Mandy smiled and settled in closer against his side. “I’ll take all the sleep I can get. But if Dr. Kimble gets here before Wynn’s up, bring him to me.”
    “Roger that.” He pulled the sheet over her. “Now shut your eyes.” He needn’t have made that request—she was already out