Page 99 of Mafia And Maid
“Are you sure, Rosa?”
“Very. It’s nearly done. You two can eat. Then, we’ll play.”
“Us three.”
“No, I’m not…” Her words taper off. “I’m not hungry.”
“You didn’t eat breakfast.”
“I’m fine.”
“Please, eat. Even if it’s something small.”
“I’ll eat later.”
“Rosa.” My breath brushes the column of her neck, making goosebumps erupt on her arms. My hand dips past her hip and into the pocket of her apron.
Her fingers tremble as she wraps them around my hand, trying to stop me. It’s a feeble attempt.
"Crackers are not a meal.” The unopened pack crinkles as I place it onto the counter. “One small plate. That’s all I’m asking.
“Okay,” she whispers.
I smile against her skin, dropping my lips to her exposed neck. “Good girl.”
She’s so receptive to praise, and I can’t help the smile on my face now. I’d praise her every hour of the day if she’d let me.
“You’re distracting me.” She sounds breathy.
A rumbly laugh leaves me. “That’s the plan.”
I want to make her feel how hard she makes me. My body is no longer my own. I want her to know that I respond instantly and unconsciously to her. That I’m helpless around her. That it’s her body that excites me like this. Becauseit’s herthat I want.
Even when I shouldn’t.
I back up just a bit. The surrounding air is charged and dangerous. Another step back and another, and I slide into a chair.
The flush on her cheeks and the shy smile she tries to hide send another jolt of pleasure through my body.
Whatever game I’ve just started, I’m determined to win.
And something tells me that I’m going to enjoy the prize more than ever before.
***
For hours, Ethan, Rosa, and I run around the backyard playing various games. The soft giggles from Ethan warm me just as much as Rosa’s hand against my arm as she fights to catch her breath.
The flushed but content expression on her face burns into my memory.
And every bone in my body begs me to guide her into the house and finally take what I’d been fantasizing about for weeks now.
Will she taste as sweet as I imagine? Will she sound breathless, moaning my name?
Sliding into a lounge chair, I watch as Ethan and Rosa continue to construct a castle in the sandbox. Fort Millo, as Ethan had proudly named it with a timid smile my way, is starting to take shape.
The way he and Rosa both jump at any sudden noises burns a fire in my gut. It’s getting better, but it’s far from perfect. And I want it to be perfect.
Dusting herself off, Rosa tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear. The golden halo of the setting sun behind her steals my breath away.