“I was worried about you. I thought you were mad at me. I-I was already nicknaming you my Klaus cloud. Like a storm cloud.” She crinkled her brows amid her babbling.
“I could never be mad,” I said before kissing the top of her head with a little laugh. I loved how she was always so nervous, sweet, and unpredictable. “Come, silly girl, with your goofy names.”
I led her through the crowd. She tripped at some point, the gold lace that wound its way up her calf coming undone. I caught her easily and brought her to a booth near the back so we could have some privacy.
I snapped my fingers at a shot girl, and she rushed over like her heels were on fire.
“Bring me a sealed bottle of your best. Now.”
She nodded, her brown eyes wide, before she rushed away from us.
Rosalie made to sit beside me, but there was no way in hell I was letting that happen, so instead, I lifted and placed her on the table in front of me.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Let me fix your shoe. It has come undone.”
She raised her foot and pressed her high heel to my chest.
I began winding the soft material around her calf before I leaned forward to tie it. She pushed me back in my seat with her heel. I blinked in surprise at her before giving her a smile.
“Is my lady upset with my actions?” I asked as I cradled her ankle.
“I was worried.”
I leaned down and kissed the top of her foot. “And for that, my apologies.”
I released her as she stared back at me.
This was it. She’d tell me to go fuck myself or… hell, I didn’t want to think about theor.
“Is everything OK?” she asked.
“It will be,” I replied. “Someday, perhaps.”
I was surprised when she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
That was it. My answer.
I was lost in all that was her as I rested my hands on her hips before I dragged her closer so I was situated neatly between her legs.
My second-favorite place on Earth, because the first was in her arms.
She raked her fingers through my hair. I couldn’t stop the soft growl that slipped past my lips. She shifted closer to me, making everything seem unreal.
“What does my sweet girl want?” I asked, moving my hands beneath her short skirt.
I’d picked this corner specifically because of the level of darkness. Granted, you could certainly see us, but it was away, and that was all that mattered to me.
“I don’t know, and I think that scares me,” she answered.
“I feel this same fear,” I replied, drinking in how pretty she looked. How sweet. How… innocent.
I had the sudden vision of my ring on her finger and her belly swollen with my baby. It did something to me. I’d come with the intention of giving her a choice tonight, but damnit, did I want to keep her regardless of if she told me to go to hell.
Now I understood how a man could become a villain because of a woman.
I moved in and placed a soft kiss on her thigh. Higher. Higher. I trailed my lips along her skin until I got to the hem of her skirt and pushed it up so I could kiss more of her.
