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She grabs my hand while shaking her head. "I had my birth control shot before I came to Italy, and I'm clean."
And I trust her. I reach between her legs and pull her underwear down, and I move back into position. "I'm clean too. Are you sure this is okay?"
She nods her head. "Yes. Now come here." She grabs my chin and pulls my face down so we can resume our kiss. I reach down and run my fingers through her wet folds before I start to rub her clit. She moans into my mouth as I continue to pleasure her. "I need you in me. Now."
I position myself at her entrance and fill her in one move. She grabs my arm and hisses. I immediately stop moving and search her face. "Sorry, Rosa. Too much?"
She looks up at me and smiles. "No. Keep going." I start to move again. I set a quicker pace than our first time. I grab her around her waist and pull her closer to the edge of the counter so I can get a better angle. She closes her eyes and grabs my upper arm. "Oh shit. Oh shit."
I'm not close enough to her, so I pick her up and place her back against the closest wall. Now I can really hold her. I take control of her lips as I continue to thrust into her. I know she's found her release when I feel her walls flutter around me and she screams.
The look of pleasure on her face sends me over the edge. I curse under my breath and press my forehead against hers. I feel like my heart is going to come out of my chest because it's beating so hard. We don't say a word as we cling to each other and catch our breath.
After a few moments Rosa leans her head back against the wall and looks over my shoulder. "We can never eat on that island again."
I laugh and start walking to the bathroom with her still in my arms. Right where she belongs. "We can clean it. Don't worry."
I set her down and we walk into the bathroom. I get a washcloth and two towels from under the sink and set them on the counter. "Get cleaned up. I'll join you when I hear the shower turn on." I kiss her forehead and make my way to the guest bathroom to clean up.
As I'm cleaning up, I realize I haven't thought about work all day. I haven't felt the need to check in with my employees, or randomly stop by to get work done on my day off. I don't think that has ever happened. What the hell is happening to me?
My father is always giving me a hard time about taking some time off every now and then, and not just to go out sailing. I used to love going on hikes and hanging out with Juli and Luca. I couldn't tell you the last time I actually hung out with someone for something other than work. Well, until today. And what an amazing day it has been!
I wash my hands and look up at myself in the mirror. Do I even know who I am anymore? Do I really even know what I want? I've not asked myself in so long. I really don't know anymore.
I hear the shower turn on in my bathroom. I run a hand through my hair. I'm not missing a chance to shower with the most amazing woman I've ever known. No way. This may be the only chance we get. That thought causes my stomach to bottom out and a weird feeling to take over my chest.
I suddenly feel sick. I can't believe I'm going to have to say goodbye to this amazing woman.
I walk in the bathroom and stop in my tracks when I see her. She looks over her shoulder at me, reaches her hand out to me and smiles. "Want to join me?" I take her hand and step in the shower so I can take her in my arms.
All my worries melt away under the stream of warm water and in the embrace of Rosa. My Rosa. My rose. Mine.
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Ican'trememberthelast time someone else washed my hair for me. Even though this situation is strange, this all feels so natural. As natural as breathing.
Matteo leans my head back to rinse my hair. The warm water soothing away my loneliness, my pain. I've not let anyone in since my father died. I couldn't bear the thought of losing someone like that again.
Letting someone in like this gives them the ability to destroy me. To break me. It’s a scary thought.
The smell of leather and sandalwood surrounds us. This all feels surreal. Like I'm having an out of body experience. This can't be my life.
A small town girl from Illinois doesn't get to come to Italy and find something like this. I don't even know how to describe what this is between Matteo and I, but I know it's special. This connection. How can either of us develop feelings like this in such a short amount of time? It doesn't make sense.
Matteo runs his hands down my back. I look up at him and watch a water droplet run down his cheek. I reach up and trace its path from his cheek down to his chest. I trace every ridge. I kiss every little freckle formed from spending time in the sun. I can see him so clearly now.
I pour soap on my hands so I can wash him. I start on his chest and move my way around to his back. He deserves to be cherished. Praised.
His eyes are closed when I come back around to his front. I gently place my hand on his cheek. "Look at me."
His eyes spring open. He crowds me against the shower wall and pushes both hands in my hair at the nape of my neck. "I haven't stopped, Rosa."
He kisses me like every woman deserves to be kissed, with confidence and adoration.
