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“Oh, God.” She dug her fingers into his biceps now. Her head fell back. She’d never been this close. She’d never let herself get anywhere near this temptation.

“Let it go, sweetheart. Show me how good it feels.”

She whimpered, her body swaying, her legs threatening to give out.

He held her bottom tighter and pulled her closer. “Come, sweetheart. Come on my fingers.”

The tight ball inside her erupted on his command, and her entire body shook as waves of euphoria swept through her, leaving her limp.

Stefano lifted her into his arms and pressed her forehead against his neck. “I’ve got you.”

She’d never been so glad to have someone catch her in her life. How long could she stay with him and feel this good?

After several minutes, Stefano turned off the water, set her on the mat, and dried her. He wrapped one towel around her hair and another around her body. “Sit on the toilet and wait for me.”

Roselia perched on the toilet seat and waited while Stefano showered. He took off his underwear finally, but he did so with his back to her, and he somehow managed to shower, dry off, and wrap a towel around his waist without her getting a glimpse of his erection.

He chuckled when he finally faced her. “Don’t look so disappointed, sweetheart. We’re not having sex tonight. I’ve had you for less than twenty-four hours. You’re not ready for sex after what you’ve been through.”

Did he think she’d had sex? She sat silently, not wanting to talk about it. Maybe he didn’t want to be with her if he thought she’d been with hundreds of other men. She couldn’t blame him.

He gently combed out her hair for so long that it was nearly dry by the time he was done. “Do you want me to blow-dry it?”

“No. I want to sleep with it damp like a rebel.”

He chuckled. “How does that make you a rebel?”

“Vanderbilt insisted on it being completely dry before I went to bed.”

“Ah, well fuck him. You should be a rebel then.” He filled her toothbrush and handed it to her.

He peed while she brushed her teeth as if this were perfectly normal behavior, and they did this every night.

She still hadn’t gotten to see his shaft, but his ass was so tight and sexy.

“I’ll wait right outside the door for you to use the toilet, Rose.” He stepped out but didn’t close the door. She was grateful. She would have preferred he not leave the room at all, but peeing in front of him made her feel self-conscious. She’d used the bathroom several times during the day, and every time, she’d left the door ajar and hurried, trying not to panic.

Stefano had shorts on when she entered the bedroom. The dresser was next to the bathroom door. He took the towel from her. “Find a nightgown, Rose. I put them in the middle drawer.” He stepped into the bathroom to hang up the towel.

Ignoring everything Stefano had brought her from her apartment, she opened one of his drawers, pulled out a T-shirt, and put it on before climbing into bed.

He chuckled as he joined her. “I like that even better.”

She did, too. It smelled like him, and it was soft and comfortable.

Stefano turned off the lights, climbed into bed with her, and pulled her body against his, spooning her. His lips were on her ear. “I hadn’t meant to sleep with you like this yet, sweetheart. I can stay on top of the covers if you want, but after stroking your sexy body to orgasm, I’m thinking you don’t mind if I hold you in the night.”

She slid her hand along his forearm under her breasts and threaded her fingers with his. “This is where I want to be.”

“Okay.” He kissed her neck. “Sleep as long as you want. I’ll be right here.”

They’d napped off and on during the day, but Roselia was exhausted anyway. She didn’t feel like she’d gotten a good night’s sleep in eight months. She’d always had one eye open and been restless. In his arms, she could fully relax for the first time in her life.

Chapter Thirteen

Three days later, Roselia felt much better, physically at least. She still couldn’t stand to be in a different room from Stefano, but her panic eased with each passing day, mostly because she ignored the fear every time it crept up.

They slept a lot. They spent a lot of hours in bed, too. When it got dark, they climbed into bed and stayed there. It was cold outside anyway. Even though Stefano kept the heat set high enough and the fire going during the day, she never wanted to climb out from under the covers in the morning. She liked being in his arms.

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