Breathless | David Rossi

Chapter Twenty Three

Walking down the stairs, you turn into the kitchen, nibbling the inside of your lip as your eyes fall on Rossi's backside, a hand shoved in his pocket and the other holding his phone to his ear. You don't hear the conversation, too wrap up in ogling him. After a moment he ends the call, exhaling deeply and turning around.

Your lips part, your eyes sparkling with desire as you rake him. He's wearing an all-black suit, your weakness. Finally, you meet his eyes, to find them full of admiration and love. He walks toward you, his jaw tensing and his breath heavy. "You look," He pauses, trying to find the right word that does you justice. "Bellisima." His accent is thicker than usual, sending a shiver down your spine.

Beautiful/Gorgeous

You blush, placing your hand on his chest. "Speak for yourself handsome, you know what a man in a black suit does to me, especially if it's you."

Rossi chuckles, bringing your hand up and placing a gentle kiss over your knuckles. Lowering it, he keeps a firm grip on you, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over your wrist bone as he leads you to the car. He opens the door, allowing you to slide into the passenger seat before closing it and walking around to his side.

"So, where are we going?" You ask, leaning an elbow on the centre console.

Rossi gives you a sideways glance, a mischievous smirk on his lips. "You'll see." Your narrow your eyes playfully, resting your chin on your hand as you watch him drive. He lays his hand on your thigh, gliding up and down in a comforting motion, only your skin ignites with flames at his touch.

Calm down, we'll get to fuck him afterwards.

Or we could tease him?

That, is a fantastic idea.

You reciprocate his actions, only you have your hand on the nape of his neck, playing with his hair and skimming down to his shoulders. You hear him inhale deeply, trying to keep his heart rate steady. Grinning, you reach over with your other hand and palm him through his jeans. "Y/N," He groans, his grip tightening on the steering wheel and your thigh.

"Yes?"

"If you don't stop, we may not make it to dinner." His hand leaves your thigh, wrapping around your wrist and gently pulling it away.

You lean forward, your lips ghosting his ear. "Well, David, considering you haven't fucked me in over a week, you have some catching up to do and pulling over wouldn't be such a bad idea."

He brakes, twisting his head to look at you with his eyebrows raised. You open your mouth, but he presses a finger to your lips. "Taking care of you is more important to me than sex, Y/N. You weren't in the headspace, and quite frankly still aren't, but if you're a good girl tonight, then I'll reward you. Understood?"

You nod your head, putting your hands in your lap as you wait for him to continue driving. He doesn't, climbing out of his car and walking over to open your door. Your stare at him in confusion, letting him take your hand and walk you down a path. You stay silent, following him down the dimly lit path through the trees.

As you open your mouth, you catch sight of the small table and chairs placed under a large tree with fairy lights hanging above. You cover your mouth with your hand, your eyes wide as you take in the beautiful sight, the whole city on display as you stand on the higher ground, the sun setting behind it.

"David," You say breathlessly. You slowly lower your hand, looking at him in awe. "I-You did this?"

He nods, pulling you to him and wrapping an arm around your shoulders, your hands still connected. "Do you like it?" He asks nervously. He had left work a little early to organise it, stressing about getting it just right.