“I’m glad you called,” she continued. “I just wanted to ask what your thoughts are on biker club party attire for women?”
Walking into my room, I closed the door, quietly chuckling. “Honest, baby. Can’t say I have any thoughts on it either way. Maybe you should explain more.”
“Okay,” she replied. “Let me spell it out. The club girls there won’t be wearing much, and I’m not a girl to be upstaged, so I was thinking sexy with a touch of skank.”
My voice dropped low. “I don’t give a fuck, Rosie Posy, but I warn you, if I see a glimpse of titty, I’ll be dragging your ass somewhere quiet and giving you the business.”
She paused for a second, then murmured, “Oops.”
I laughed because Rosie showing some titty could mean anything, and I was all over that shit. “Wear what you want, babe. I don’t give a fuck.”
“O’Shea, you’re like a breath of fresh air. I’m used to being around cavemen like my brother, who think it’s okay to tell their women what to do. I don’t know how Sophie puts up with his neanderthal ass.”
I clicked the phone onto speaker and rested it on my dresser. “I gotta point out the obvious here, Ro. Never had a woman I cared about before, so as much as I say it doesn’t bother me, in reality, it may hit different. Remember the guy at Flaming Gorge? I was close to ripping his head off.”
“Baby, he hit on me in front of your face. If you hadn’t stepped in, I would’ve thought you were a dick. There are levels, honey, and your level was perfectly fine there.”
I pulled off the tee I was wearing and opened my closet to grab a clean shirt. “Whatever you wear, I’ll deal.”
She paused, then in a husky voice, said, “God. I love that about you. You’re so secure in yourself. I don’t know if it’s because you’re so handsome that you don’t have to worry about other men, or if you’re just more evolved. There are a lot of things I love about you, Donovan O’Shea, but I think that one comes out on top.”
I paused buttoning up my shirt and smiled as her words sank in.
This was Rosie all over, no games, no bullshit. She let everything hang out, and I didn’t mean physically, but emotionally too. She possessed qualities that I’d never known in a woman before, and along the way, I’d fallen hard for her.
Maybe I fell on our first night, who the fuck knew? But I did know for sure that I definitely fell by our second.
“Rosie Woods,” I murmured, my voice raspy with emotion. “I’d walk through deserts of fire and mountains of ice if I knew you’d be waiting for me at the other side.”
“Donovan,” she whispered. “I lo?—”
“Don’t say it,” I cut in. “Don’t say it when I’m here, and you’re there, and definitely don’t say it where I can’t kiss you.”
She giggled.
Lights from outside shone through the room and pulled me from my trance. “Callum’s here. I gotta go.”
“See you soon, honey,” she said softly.
I grinned. “Yeah, baby. See you soon.”
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Jumpingdown from the back of Callum’s F150, I reached up, grabbed Rosie’s waist with both hands, and lifted her out of the truck.
Her eyes flashed into mine, “You’re hot when you do that.”
I gave her The Smirk. “You’re just hot.”
She smirked right back at me because the sexy bitch knew how gorgeous she was. Rosie was the only woman alive who could give me a raging hard-on from twenty paces.
The instant she walked out of her house in her tight black leather pants, fuck-me heels, and a black lacy corset top, I’d been semi-hard. My state wasn’t helped by her dark, smoky eye makeup and her red, vampy lips.
God only knew how I was supposed to keep my damned hands off her all night. I wasn’t exactly known for my self-control, so I could see myself spiriting her away somewhere dark and banging her against a wall.
I slung my arm across her shoulder, bicep to nape, and pulled her in close so my forearm hung down past her chest. “Babe, tell me, did you paint those pants on?”
She twisted her neck, looked up at me, and giggled. “You can find out later when you peel them off.”
