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his and she didn’t even feel the crick in her neck from staring up at him. She was begging him for something she didn’t really understand.
    Gone was her mission for the evening. She was his to control and she loved his raw power, relinquished her own control to him, giving him whatever he wanted because it was what she wanted as well. She wanted to demand more, but wasn’t sure how. She wanted to curl up into his lap and beg him to move to the next step, but her lips wouldn’t move unless he’d commanded them to move.
    And she was thrilled with all of it. Never had she felt so soft and feminine. Never had she wanted any man like she wanted Rocco Antoniv. She might not know him intellectually, but there was something about him that captured her, held her as his prisoner while he tenderly controlled her movements with his hands, his hips and his eyes.
    “We need to get out of here,” he growled. Taking her hand, he started pulling her along behind him. Brianna didn’t want to leave with him, knowing exactly what he wanted from her. She’d never done that before, and yet, she’d never wanted it so powerfully.
    “I can’t do that,” she whispered and her body was now trembling, both in anticipation and fear of what he wanted from her.
    Rocco looked back down at her, saw the fear in her eyes and reacted to it. He wanted her with a powerful, painful desire but the look, the terror in her eyes stopped him. He touched her cheek, cradling her face with his hand and tamped down the lust until it was a resonant, throbbing pain deep in his groin. “Let’s just leave here and talk,” he suggested.
    Talk. She mulled that word over in her mind. “I’d like to talk,” she finally replied. “Talking is good.”
    Rocco nodded to a man Brianna hadn’t even noticed standing on the edge of the dance floor. That man immediately nodded and lifted his wrist to his hand, just like the secret service agents on television tended to do . “Let’s go,” he said. He nodded only once to the man standing by the elevator and it was already open by the time the two of them reached the doors. They were able to walk right onto the elevator which immediately closed behind them.
    Rocco looked down at the woman, her head was bent low and his stomach lurched at the confusion he saw in her posture. “Brianna,” he said, lifting her head with a gentle finger. The confusion was even more evident in her green eyes and he kissed her tenderly.
    She might be nervous around him, and her trembling indicated that was the case. But for his part, he’d never been this affected by a woman. He still wanted her, but he wanted her willing and passionate.
    “Don’t be afraid of me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “That place is too loud and chaotic,” he told her gently. He slipped his jacket off and wrapped it around her shoulders. “And I don’t think it’s really your scene.”
    Brianna smiled gratefully as she slipped her arms into the sleeves of his jacket. Immediately, she felt the heat from his coat surround her once again. It was different this time because it wasn’t actually his body. But it still felt wonderful. She was more secure, more confident covered like this as well. He was so tall that his jacket was longer than her dress, coming down to the middle of her thighs.
    “Thank you,” she said, smiling brightly up at him. She clutched the jacket around her, something twisting inside of her at how gentlemanly he was being. It was strange, she thought. She’d never expected that this side of him existed.
    “Will you have a cup of coffee with me?” he suggested.
    Her smile actually brightened and she immediately nodded her head. “That would be nice.”
    The elevator doors opened and he led her out into the black night and straight into a waiting limousine, the driver slamming the door as soon as they were inside.
    She shifted on the seat, not sure what to think or to do. Everything with this man seemed different than her