Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Seventeen

You stare at Rossi in shock. He closes his eyes, his jaw tense as he realises what he let slip. Rossi walks around his desk towards the window, his back to you. "What?" You heard exactly what he said, the whole floor did, but you have to be sure.

Rossi hesitantly turns around. "You heard me." 

"I want you to say it." 

The corner of his mouth twitches in uncertainty, fear in his eyes. He's scared for what will happen if he says it. "I love you." He admits, studying your reaction. "I'm a hardass because every time you put yourself at risk, I risk losing you. And last night," He pauses, tears welling in his eyes as he thinks about it. "I thought I was going to have to watch you get killed. And I couldn't get to you. But when I did, you stopped breathing and-" 

Rossi's voice cracks, your heart breaking at the sight of him. Locking the door, you close the gap between you, taking his head in your hands. "I am so sorry David, so fucking sorry I put you through that." 

You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into your embrace. Rossi buries his head in the crook of your neck, his arms snaking around your waist and keeping you flush against him. Your body relaxes into him, your past thoughts melting away as you inhale his scent and bask in his warmth. 

You both pull away, your arms still around each other. You gaze up at him, your thumb delicately wiping away a stray tear that slides down his cheek. Your hand moves to cup the back of his head, as you lean up to kiss him. Rossi's arms tighten around you, keeping you pressed against him as he deepens the kiss, pouring all his emotions into it. 

You tug lightly on his hair, smiling at his groan. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip as his hands glide down your back and squeeze your ass. You gasp, allowing him to invade your mouth, your breath intertwining with his. Not once does Rossi break the kiss as he hoists you up, your legs naturally curling around his waist. 

He walks over to his lounge, sitting down and bringing you with him. Your knees rest on the cushion seat, your hands travelling to the buttons on his shirt. "The door."

"Already locked." You mumble against his lips. 

Rossi pulls away, his eyebrow raised. "Is that right?" You bite your lip, nodding. "Someone's an eager little slut, aren't they?" If you could, you'd clench your thighs together, your panties soaked. 

He smirks up at you, finding your silence amusing. For once, you can't form a sentence or remark of your own, and he's not even touching you. His hand curls around your throat, pulling you down to him in a hungry kiss. Immediately you grip the top of his shirt and tear it open, your hands splaying out across the expanse of his chest. 

Reaching his belt, you slip a hand underneath it and wrap around his cock. Rossi pulls away, his head leaning against the couch as he gasps at the sudden contact. Kissing under his jaw and down his neck, you begin to pump him as best as you can with the awkward angle, smirking at the sounds he makes. 

"Gattina." He moans pleadingly. 

You know exactly what he wants, his cock hard in your hand. Sucking on his sweet spot, you retract your hand and work to undo his belt, tossing it beside him. Feeling satisfied with your mark, you get off him, sliding his jeans down and letting them pool at his boots. 

Quickly you remove your heels and pants, chuckling at Rossi as he follows your movements. Straddling his lap, you guide him into you, moaning into his mouth as your walls stretch to accommodate him. Before you can move, Rossi glides your holster off your shoulders, putting it near his belt and lifting your turtleneck up, your lips momentarily parting.