“K-Klaus?”
“Yes?”
“I-I’ve never… in public…”
I chuckled softly. “You think I’m going to lay you out on this table and eat your pussy so everyone here can see it? Oh, sweet girl, I would never. Your soft moans are only for my ears.”
And that was a fact.
Goosebumps popped up along her skin. I smiled at it, proud that I could make her react in such a way.
“We should talk,” she finally said.
I breathed out, prepared to be a villain. Then I thought about Evan, and damn my bleeding heart.
I had to do this for him. He was family by default, and he was a good man. Fuck me for my morals. Or what was left of them.
“I agree. When you’re sober, though. I want you to remember my words. I don’t like repeating myself.” I stared into her eyes. My plan was to just come out with everything like she’d done for me in regard to Stefan. I’d tell her Fox was alive. That I’d take her to him, damn what Matteo had to say about it. That I wanted her. That I’d spoken to Evan about it all and the choice was hers, but I really hoped she picked me too.
I was nuts. That’s how I felt as I stared back at her.
“I’d like to think you’d make an exception for me,” she said, leaning in again and kissing me.
Fuck, she knew me too well when it came to her. She would always be the exception.
“Wicked little thing.” I nipped her bottom lip, making her hiss. “I want you.”
“You said you weren’t going to take me on this table?—”
“I want you,” I repeated, cradling her face as I brushed my lips against hers again. “To keep.”
“To keep?”
“I-I want to talk to you about it. When you’re sober, of course.” There. I’d said it.
She nodded wordlessly and swayed a bit. I knew she’d likely been drinking away her worries, much like I’d done the last few days. She was certainly drunk.
She kissed me again. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“Go. I want to take you home when you’re done.” The last thing I wanted was for her to feel suffocated by me, so I’d let her use the bathroom on her own. She’d be fine.
“I want you to take me home too.”
I smiled against her lips and captured another kiss before helping her off the table. I watched her walk to the bathroom before she looked over her shoulder at me and smiled.
It sent an emotion rocketing through me I’d never felt before. I didn’t hate it.
Not even a little bit.
I frownedand looked to the hall that led to the bathroom. Rosalie had been gone far too long. I pulled my phone out and called her, but she didn’t answer.
Worried she may have stumbled out the side door in her drunken confusion, I made my way that direction, deciding I’d check the bathroom on the way.
A large out-of-order sign hung on the door, but I tried the handle anyway to find it locked. I let out a snarl before pushing onward and going out the side door.
I stared around at the dark parking lot.
“Rosalie?” I called out into the darkness. When no answer came, I turned and came face to face with Cole Scott. Her ex. A horsemen. Lorenzo De Luca’s right-hand man.
