Page 5 of My Italian Roommate

It should be a crime to look this good so early in the morning.

“Good morning, princess. Did you sleep well?” he asks.

I roll over and sit up, “I guess I slept a little too well. I’m sorry that I crowded you like that. Did you get any rest?”

“There’ s nothing more relaxing than having a beautiful girl on your chest. I slept like a baby thanks to you.”

“Happy to be of assistance,” I slap my hands down on my legs then toss off the covers and climb out of bed. As though I wasn’t already humiliated enough, his teasing has me shaking with embarrassment. To make matters worse, it was the best night of sleep that I’ve ever had, too. What is it? Is he secreting some sort of pheromone that’s making me feel like a star-struck teenager?

“Hey, don’t be mad at me. I didn’t climb all over you in my sleep. You accosted me, remember?” he says with the biggest smirk on his face and I can’t help but smile as I stomp to the bathroom.

He may be trying to get a rise out of me but at least he has a good attitude about it. It would be worse if I woke up to find that he was turned off by the idea of having me in his arms. Then there are the men who would have taken advantage of the situation and tried to get frisky. Funny, the one man that I might have welcomed that kind of behavior from is an absolute gentleman.

“Do you have time for coffee? I can make some,” he shouts from the bedroom.

“Yes, please,” I answer as I turn the knob on the shower. I start to remove my top but stop midway and take a deep breath. I swear that I can smell him on it, and it sends butterflies flipping in my stomach. This is all so crazy to me. How do you just meet someone and already feel so crazy about them? Is it his fame or his good looks? No, it goes deeper than that somehow. I guess the reason that I have so much difficulty figuring it out is that it’s never happened to me before.

I finish my shower, step out, and realize that I didn’t bring my clothes in here with me. I’m so used to being alone, I didn’t even consider it. I end up wrapping myself in a towel and creeping out to the bedroom, hoping that Mario has already gone to the kitchen.

Running into the empty bedroom, I open my top dresser drawer and pull out a pair of black, silk panties.

“Those are lovely,” a voice calls out from the doorway.

I turn around and see Mario leaning against the door frame. He’s so tall and massive he fills it almost completely. He looks me up and down then takes a bite out of the apple he’s holding in his hand. No one has ever looked sexier eating fruit, and I swallow hard as I gaze at his juicy lips. I wonder how it will feel against mine.

Just like that, fire plunges down my body and settles in my core.

“The coffee is brewing. Can I watch you pick out your clothes while I wait?”

“That’s weird. Why would you want to do that?” I can feel the heat rising inside me, and I resist the urge to rub my thighs together.

“I don’t know. Maybe once you pick them out, you’ll drop that towel and let me watch you put them on, too.”

“And why would I do that?” I turn, holding my bra and panties against my chest, and stare at him.

“Oh, come on. I’ve already seen you naked once. What will it hurt to give me another peek?”

“The first time was an accident. This time, if there was a this time, it would be intentional. That’s the difference.”

“So? Is it wrong of me to appreciate your beautiful body? It’s a compliment, really, isn’t it?”

“What if I told you that I wanted to watch you get dressed?” I raise a brow at him, hoping to intimidate him even if I’m already so turned on.

“I’d say, let me shower first.”

I walk to the closet and take out my rose sundress and toss it on the bed. I know that I should pick it back up and bring it to the bathroom, but I just stand there staring at it as an argument takes place inside my head. I want to drop my towel and show him my body. I want his eyes to darken again. I want to see him as turned on as I am.

The desire to do so is so strong, but the voice in my head is telling me to resist.

“You seem conflicted. I can help if you want,” Mario walks toward me and my heart begins to race. “I can just put my hands on your shoulders like this,” he says, taking my tiny shoulders in his big hands, and rubbing them with his thumb. “Then I can slide them down your back like this and slip my fingers under the towel.” I feel his fingertips slide under the towel and my breath hitches. “Then if you’ll just lift your arms.” My arms go up in the air like he has a gun pointed at my back. “Now, just a little tug, and voila, no more towel.”

I stand here naked with my arms crossed over my chest as he runs his fingers down my back and brushes them across my ass. I bite my lower lip and try to swallow my whimper.

“Beautiful,” he whispers and grabs a handful of my bum. I gasp as he spins me around and grabs my wrists, pulling my arms away from my breasts. He looks down at my hard nipples and licks his lips. Then, to my surprise, he takes my face in his hands and kisses me.

A rush of endorphins blasts from my brain and every nerve in my body awakens. My body becomes so hypersensitive that even his breath on my skin tickles. If he chose to throw me down and devour me now, I couldn’t bring myself to put up a fight. The truth is, I want him to devour me. I don’t care about the consequences. Tomorrow doesn’t matter. All I can think about is his hands on my body and how they make me feel. I want more, more, more.

Knock, knock, knock. It takes a moment for it to register but someone is pounding on the front door.

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