My muscles tense at the thought of her being with someone else. “I think the fuck not.”
Her head falls back, and she laughs. It’s music to my ears. “Good! We’re on the same page then,” she says through a smile.
“Hell yeah, we are.” Even at the store when that woman was all in my face and wanted my number, I straight up didn’t even acknowledge her. I felt nothing. Usually I love a woman throwing herself at me, but I wanted nothing to do with her.
When I’m with Rose, I see only her, no one else. It feels good to have someone to talk to. I can see she only wants the best for me. “I’m with you, and I’m going to give everything I have. I just hope it’s enough...” That last part I let slip. I snap my mouth shut.
She leans in and kisses me on the lips. “All I’m asking from you is to try, and I will too. All we can do is our best.”
“But what if my best isn’t enough and you leave me?” I scratch the back of my neck, feeling uncomfortable. She’s had such an impact on me in such a short time. I can only imagine how much better my life would be with her in it. But will I bring value to her life too?
“Don’t be negative and think of the what-ifs. It’s hard not to, but it won’t do us any favors. I just want us to work on ourselves and grow together. If we come to the conclusion it wasn’t meant to be, then we’ll deal with it. Now I just want to be happy because you make me happy.”
All the negative thoughts fade, and I smile. Fuck, she’s amazing.
She puts a finger to the tip of my nose and boops it and giggles. “You’re so handsome when you smile.”
I’m slightly offended. I quirk a brow at her and smirk. “So I’m not handsome all the time?” I know I’m good-looking, but I have this need to hear it from her, because how she feels about me matters.
She rolls her eyes, so I tickle her. She giggles. “I told you, you are a god. Is that compliment not enough? What else do you need? Would you like me to go into detail?”
I like where this conversation is going. “Why the hell not? Keep going...” I’m keen to hear about what she likes about me.
She gives me a sassy grin. “Where should I start? How about your model-like face?” She runs a finger along my jaw. “Or this sharp jawbone.” She shrugs. “I don’t know, maybe it’s the luscious hair or the baby-blue eyes that I get so caught up in.”
My cheeks hurt from smiling so damn widely. I’m in my element. She runs her fingers over my abs, and my dick stirs. I’m lapping up the compliments.
“Maybe it’s your godlike body with the chiseled chest and eight-pack, or could it be that massive dick you just know how to use so well?”
I’m rock-hard for her. I groan. She knows she’s riling me up, the little devil, but I’d beg for this woman. I’d get on my knees and fucking beg for her, but I sit up a little straighter. I also need to get my shit together and prove myself to her, but she’s not playing fair.
“You can’t talk about my dick like that. I’m trying to be good for you.” I sound whiny, but fuck. Since I’ve been in the MC, I’ve never had to restrain myself from a woman. It’s a little hot, I’m not gonna lie, but control isn’t my strong suit. She knows this. Does she want to fuck, or is she winding me up?
She’s all smiles.
“You’re enjoying this?” I ask her. “Torturing me? I thought you were this really nice person. Next you’ll want me to buy a whip for you to use on me.” I think I’d dig anything she was into, to be honest.
She laughs so hard that her shoulders are shaking and her face turns bright red. I wait till she starts gasping for air. My eyes bug out at her. “Please remember to breathe,” I say, because it looks like it’s a bit of a struggle and I’m getting slightly worried, but that only makes her laugh harder.
When she finally calms down, she says, “You’re so funny. I’m thoroughly enjoying seeing you squirm.”
“I guess I’m buying the whip then,” I declare.
“All jokes aside, I could never hurt you. I’d feel terrible. No judgment to people who are into whips and that sort of thing—I just could never.” She winces.
I hope she doesn’t emotionally wreck me, because I haven’t been hurt since my dad left, and look how much that fucked me up. I don’t say anything because my mental health is not her responsibility and I’m man enough to know that, but she’s helping me more than she’ll ever know.
“I’m aware you couldn’t do the whips,” I smirk, trying to hold in a chuckle. “But I’m just putting it out there... there isn’t much I’d say no to with you.”
Rose playfully elbows me. “You’re terrible.”
I put my hands up. “If you ever want to do kinky shit, I’m just saying I’m down for it.”
She raises a brow. “I have no doubt you’d be down for it.”
I think that was supposed to be a dig, but I’m taking it as a compliment. “I blame you. Sexy-as-fuck cougar, I’m down for whenever you are ready for sex again.” I look down at my lap. “I’m hard now for you. Hell, I’m always hard. Sashaying those sexy hips around, showing off those beautiful tits in your shirt. Wearing my clothes...” I grab some of her hair again and take a whiff. “Smelling all good. I’m only human.”
She looks thoroughly amused. “Well, thank you for informing me. I’ll take that into consideration. That I’m just too hot to handle.”
