“I’m here.”
I pushed away from the window and dragged her against me, rocking her in my arms as I held her tightly. I couldn’t stop the little sob that escaped me. I didn’t like being a little pussy bitch, but fuck it. It had been a rough five years.
“I have to tell you—” I started, but she silenced me with a soft, sweet kiss.
“I already know about Enzo,” she whispered against my lips. “It changes nothing.”
My heart tripped in my chest at her words.
“What?” I stared down at her, afraid I was dreaming.
“Enzo came to California. He told me everything. I’m not angry about it. I’m angry that you didn’t trust me enough to tell me?—”
“Fuck, Rosalie, no.” I crushed my lips against hers. “It’s not like that, baby. I was ashamed. I’m sorry. I was scared of losing you.”
“It’s the same thing, Cole?—”
“Fuck. I’m sorry. I’m still an idiot. I love you. I fucking love you. Marry me. Please. Rosalie. Fucking marry me.” My breath came out in soft gasps.
“Cole—”
“Don’t keep telling me no, Rosebud. Fuck. Please.”
She reached out and cradled my face tenderly. “Let’s wait, OK? I love you, but I want to wait. Please. Give this to me, and I promise it’ll be worth it.”
I kissed the tips of her fingers. “OK.”
Her lips twitched in the corners, making me smile a little too.
“I’m trying,” I murmured. “I am.”
“I know.”
I pressed my lips to hers for a moment before lifting her into my arms and carrying her to my bed.
“Did you bring Ass Hat?”
“Anson,” she corrected between kisses. “And no. He’s home.”
“Damn. I actually enjoy fucking you with him.”
She laughed softly against my lips. “Evan will be here in a few days. Maybe if you’re a good boy, he’ll watch you fuck me.”
“Dirty fucking girl.” I nipped her bottom lip, my heart jumping at the prospect of having her with Fox—Evan—again.
God, that would be a hell of a reunion. I’d definitely be on board for that.
“You and Enzo got along OK?”
“Yes.” She kissed me as I placed her on the mattress and climbed on so I was over her, my hard cock against her pussy. I ran my hand up her bare thigh beneath her skirt before I got to her panties. I gave them a gentle tug, and she helped me get them off her body.
“You’re confident,” she said with a little laugh as I undressed her before undressing myself.
“I know what I want,” I murmured, kissing her again. She smiled against my lips. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. I love you and was scared.”
She raked her fingers through my hair. I practically purred.
“I know. Just promise you’ll talk to me. If we aren’t going to communicate, then this won’t work.”
