All his life Johnny Fortunato had been groomed for a life he wanted nothing to do with. To rebel, he developed a 'bad boy' persona. But Johnny is all grown now, and the girl he couldn't have in high school is still available.
Will Johnny cave to his father's demands? Or will Johnny go after what he wants? A lot of time has passed since Rosemary stole a piece of his heart. Is it too late now to win the heart of the girl he fell in love with back in high school?
The band started to play Sittin' on the Dock of the Bay and Johnny rose and extended his hand to Rose. They walked to the edge of the dance floor and he pulled her into his arms. She felt perfect there. He noticed a lot of the sailors with lecherous looks on their faces as they watched him dance with her. Trying to ignore them and tamp down his rising jealousy, he splayed his hands over her derrière and drew her closer. When his hands wandered lower, he discovered the reason for the lecherous looks. With her arms up around his neck while they slow danced, her short skirt barely covered her panties! With those long, luscious legs, he didn't doubt every man in the building had a major hard-on.
Startling her, he stopped dancing and pulled her behind him, heading straight for the empty cloakroom.
Eyes wide, she stared at him. "Johnny, what's wrong? Why did we quit dancing? I love that song."
He backed her into the corner, his hands braced on the wall on either side of her head, effectively trapping her and lowered his lips to hers. Fire surged through his loins with that brief touch and he wanted more. So much more. He kissed her again, this time much deeper, a sense of urgency flooding through him.
His hands lowered to her bottom and he moved her hips toward his sex, letting her feel the proof of his desire, all the while claiming her mouth. His hands caressed her breasts, feeling the weight of them in the palm of his hands. He wanted to feel the soft, smooth skin and pebbled nipples rather than the wool of her dress. Then they slid down over her thighs. Thighs he wanted opened and ready for him. Forcing himself to back away, he broke the kiss. She moaned. His eyes feasted upon her passion kissed lips, moved down to stare at her breasts—their peaks taut against the fabric of her dress. Just like his arousal pressed against the zipper of his chinos.
If he didn't get away from here right now, he'd do something stupid like make love to her in the cloakroom. Wouldn't that make an impression? He looked back into her passion filled eyes. No, when he made love to his Rose for the first time, he planned to do it right. They'd be on a soft, cushy bed and he'd worship every inch of her—from her soft lips, to her neck, to those full breasts he couldn't wait to get his hands on, to her belly, down to her… Oh yeah, he had to get out of here now.
He was scared out of his wits, and that wasn't a feeling he liked. He'd always been in control. Called the shots. And suddenly this innocent woman turned wanton was turning his world upside down. For though he knew without a shadow of a doubt she was still a virgin, the kiss she'd returned just moments earlier had been hot! And when he'd pictured claiming her body as his own, what he envisioned was them on their honeymoon!