Rosa’s POV
I have never led s*x before.
Not once. Not in the five years I shared with Charles Baker. With him, it was always like an old song on repeat: rushed hands undressing me, careless sighs that didn’t care to appreciate me enough, and a body moving over mine like a routine he didn’t have the decency to pretend he enjoyed.
Rinse. Repeat
Well, at first, he enjoyed it. Until Taylor f*****g Casatelli started showing him unshaved cunts.
I had never thought of being in control. Until tonight.
My hands were trembling as Alex devoured me silently with his eyes. I replayed what he had said that morning before he left, trying to assure myself that he wanted this way more than I did and that I was confident and sexy enough to turn him on.
And tonight, I wanted to give him a memory
