Rosa

Chapter 20

As Rosa's lips brushed against his mouth, Mr. Massera's hard, muscled body froze beneath her.

It didn't take long for him to overcome his stupor, however.

A moment later, groaning helplessly, his large hands clamped around Rosa's bare waist, gripping her flesh possessively, to haul her closer to him.

Unlike her, he remained fully clothed. Over his trousers, she gave his cock a firm tug with her hand.

He sucked in a harsh breath, rasping in Italian, "Mi stai facendo morire."

From there, chaos seemed to unleash within Mr. Massera as he kissed her back with a wild, wicked desperation that left Rosa feeling both lightheaded and breathless.

His teeth grazed her lower lip as his tongue slid inside her mouth. The erotic push and pull of their mouths and tongues felt addictive and lush. So fucking lush. Their kiss deepened, sweetened, bewitching them both as, together, they descended into a state of mindless, heated passion.

In time, his hands rose from her waist and started palming her tits. Happily, he caressed the generous swells while rolling her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Heat washed over her body. Pleasure flowed from the tips of her breasts down to the core of her sex. Rosa panted and throbbed with want even while her mind fought against the euphoric lure. She became a creature of contradiction: The way he made her feel frightened her to the core, yet, she didn't want this, this, this to ever end.

This—yearning for a man she barely knew.

This—madness he inspired in her.

This—sweet, sinful perfection between them.

Suddenly, he pulled away by a fraction, moaning against her mouth, "Sei bellissima, così perfetta. Vorrei, vorrei..."

"What?" she gasped, not understanding his words.

"Nothing," Mr. Massera muttered with a grimace.

Then, his grimace fell away as a sobering look settled over his handsome face. He leaned away from her some more. Rosa frowned and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, wanting to be closer as she moved to kiss him again.

To Rosa's shock, though, he turned his face away from her.

He growled sternly, "No more."

Rosa's face fell as she gasped a second time, "What? Why?"

Even through his pants, she could feel his eager cock, hard and ready to go, probing between her thighs.

This goddamn hypocrite!

He clearly wanted to fuck her.

Why was he rejecting her yet again?

Rosa eyed him with a scowl.

Did he think she handed out thank-you-sex to just anyone?

Undeterred, he insisted, "Because you are not in the right state of mind—"

A sudden flare of aggravation shot through Rosa, blocking out her earlier distress.

Who did this bastard think he was?

To judge and preside over her state of mind?

Irritated beyond measure, she interjected, "The state of my mind is doing just fine, thank you very much!"

"—for what I want to do to you."

Mr. Massera's low, husky tone made her jaw drop. Her aggravation with the man faded instantly. Curiosity and excitement tingled through her body. Against her better judgment, she found herself desiring to goad him on, to encourage this naughty side of him.