The next morning, Rosa woke up in Luciano’s arms, his hands still gripping her breasts as if they were his favorite thing to hold even in sleep. The intimacy of it made her feel awkward and unsettled.
She hadn’t planned to stay the night. She had meant to leave once he was done. But he hadn’t been done until she was so exhausted her body felt like it had melted into the sheets. She had fallen asleep without even realizing it—right there in his arms.
Carefully, she untangled herself from him. He stirred once, nuzzled into the pillow, then settled onto his stomach, his face still turned toward her.
That ruthless devil looked almost beautiful in sleep. Calm. Peaceful. Irresistible gorgeous.
Rosa shook her head with a quiet, pained sigh. Who would ever guess, just by looking at him now, th
