Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 53516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53516 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 214(@250wpm)___ 178(@300wpm)
"You're breaking up with me."
Her smile was sad as she shook her head. "No, because we were never together. You don't want to be together, remember?"
"No. I never wanted to feel anything for anyone, any woman, ever again. But now that I do, hell, I don't know what to do about it, Rosalee."
"You do know what to do about it, but you don't want to." Her gaze cut like broken glass, but the accusation that swam in her golden-brown depths was sharper. "I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do, Xavier. So we can go back to the way things were before."
That sounded fucking terrible. "That's not what I want," I growled.
She let out a heavy sigh and stood, shaking her head as she swiped the e-reader from the coffee table and stopped right in front of me. "I can see that, but what I want matters too, Xavier, and I refuse to be a convenient body for you." She pushed past me with a grunt and I could just see the next few days, maybe a few weeks, play out. She would avoid me until the tension became intolerable, and then she would leave.
"Rosalee, wait!" I reached out and gripped her by the bicep, pulling her back. "Stop. Please."
"What else is there to say?"
Nothing. She was absolutely right; there wasn't a damn thing left to say between us because words had no meaning. I didn't have the words to let her know that I wanted her to stay, that I just wanted her, and she wouldn't act without hearing them. "There's nothing left to say."
Rosalee nodded. "At least we agree on that."
"Not quite." I released her arm, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close until our bodies molded together. One hand slid up her back and tangled in her hair, where I angled her just right to devour her sweet mouth. She tasted like wine and chocolate and something uniquely Rosalee, and I couldn't get enough of her.
She moaned into my mouth and fisted her hands in my shirt, her moves uncertain as if she didn't know whether to pull me closer or push me away.
She wants me. Her easy submission boosted my battered confidence, and when her hips rolled against mine, my cock sprang to life, instantly hard and hungry for her. I pulled her even closer and bent her backward over my forearm, giving her nothing but me to hang on to while I tasted every inch of her mouth, her jaw, and down to her neck. "Fuck, Rosalee, I want you so bad I can't think of anything else." Or anyone else.
"I-I-I want you too," she stammered breathlessly. "But I can't do this, not with you pulling me close and pushing me away as soon as you've had your fill."
A harsh sound that might have been a laugh escaped me, and I shook my head. "I'll never fucking get my fill of you, Rosalee." She didn't get it, and I needed her to understand. "I can't stop thinking about you. I smell you everywhere you go, even when you aren't there. My fingers constantly buzz and tingle with the need to touch your skin and your hair, to feel your sweet pussy clamping around them. My lips feel useless without the taste of you on them. When you're around, Rosalee, I just can't fucking think straight. It's not until I've left you satisfied and smiling that I start thinking again."
Her lips curled into a reluctant smile. "You want me pretty bad," she teased.
"So fucking bad," I assured her, brushing soft kisses along her jawline and back to her lush lips.
Rosalee nibbled my bottom lip, moaning as if the taste of me was her favorite flavor. But then she put a hand to my chest and gave me a gentle push. "You don't want me to go, but you don't want something more than a quick fuck, is that right?"
"No. Yes. Fuck, Rosalee, I'm not sure."
Her hand went slack against my chest, and I felt her slipping away from me. From my life. From Violet's life.
Forever.
"Be sure, Xavier. I need you to just... be sure." She stepped back with a sad, almost disappointed look on her face. "Good night."
"Rosalee," I called after her, desperate to keep her.
She stopped right in front of her bedroom door and looked over her shoulder at me. "Good night, Xavier." She disappeared into her room, and I stood there, watching her with my heart in my throat for several long minutes, trying to figure out how the fuck I went from kissing her breathless to standing in the hallway with a rock-hard erection and an aching chest.
No.
No, fuck that. Rosalee was mine.
I had to swallow my pride and say the words she needed to hear. I had to tell her the truth.