Rosa

Chapter 27

Several slow, sultry beats ticked by.

Rosa was in the nude. Cristiano was fully dressed. There was something very naughty about their discrepancy in clothing. There was something even naughtier about what Cristano uttered to her mere seconds ago.

Allow me to help you... clean up... your mess.

His words echoed between them, thick with the promise of a saint about to sin. A blaze of desire shot through Rosa as she stared at Cristiano.

In breathy tones, she cooed, "You... wish to help me?"

Cristiano smiled and nodded.

Without removing his gaze from her face, he began to move down the mattress in gradual, intentional increments. She watched him with bated breath. The man appeared to have a clear destination in mind. As his chest brushed past her naked breasts, the fabric of his shirt grazed her skin like a caress. He leaned over to kiss the peaks of her nipples, stopping to swirl his tongue around both of the sensitive, pebbled tips. Rosa moaned at the sweet, wicked sensations that his mouth and tongue coaxed from her body.

How far was he planning to go with this sublime foreplay?

Had she finally cracked the stubborn bastard's dogged diligence?

Rosa tried to suss him out, "I thought... you were not interested in... fucking... me?"

"Who said anything about fucking?"

Quoi?

What?

She frowned. "But you—"

Cristiano insisted, "I am not going to fuck you."

"Non?" she challenged through narrowed eyes.

"No, I want this," he asserted, nipping lightly at the swell of her breast with his teeth, "to be for you and your enjoyment."

"You do not think that," Rosa grunted as he began kissing his way down her belly and downwards still, "one thing will lead to another?"

Cristiano dipped his head between her legs and murmured with a low chuckle, "Is that what you think will happen? Or what you hope will happen?"

"I think," she grumbled, "you are enjoying this too much, you bastard."

Amusement flickered in his eyes. "In what way?"

"Fucking with my peace of mind."

Cristiano planted a barely-there kiss upon her inner thigh. "Do you want me to stop?"

Her sex throbbed in anticipation. "I—"

"Do you?"

"Non, do not stop," Rosa whispered in surrender. "Drive me crazy, mon beau."

His deep voice rumbled towards her, "Are you sure?"

She nodded with a heated expression. "I welcome it."

A look of male possessiveness passed over Cristiano's handsome features. He didn't waste another second. He placed a firm, unrelenting kiss directly onto Rosa's clit, causing her to gasp as he suckled the little nub into his mouth for a brief, tantalizing moment. Rosa's heart began to pound. Her senses flooded with sheer lust.

Then, the fucker had the audacity to pull away.

"More," she pleaded, "give me more."

"We are only getting started," Cristiano assured her through hooded eyes. "I cannot get enough of you, either. Hai un sapore così maturo e dolce. Come una fottuta pesca."