Page 41 of Careless Whispers


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“Later.” I end the call but his words linger.

I know I’m not making a mistake with Rosie. I’ve never been so certain about anyone. About having someone in my life, the way I’m certain about her. I don’t think that there is such a thing as my world and her world. If there were, I don’t believe that we would be here like this. Her bright green gaze beaming at me as her arms coil tight around my shoulders, her soft smile kissing my lips.

“Everything okay?” she asks, fingers tickling my nape. “You’re all tense and you look like you have a lot to say to whoever was on the phone.”

If we had different worlds, she wouldn’t be able to read me like this.

“Just the usual team business. It gets heavy and a little frustrating sometimes.”

Concern hitches her brow while her fingers push deeper into my hair, massaging my scalp with the press of a tender kiss to my lips. Grasping her hips, I draw her to the edge of the counter, stroking my hands down to her thighs so I can hook them over my hips.

“You know,” she murmurs, lips trailing to my ear, “I know a foolproof way of releasing tension and frustration.”

“You do?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Maybe you can show me after breakfast,” I whisper into her ear as I lift her off the counter and sit her on the small dining table by the window overlooking Main Street.

“I’m not hungry, Hotshot.”

“Your belly is telling a different story.” Chuckling at the small, huffed groan she gives her stomach for rumbling, I nudge the chair with my foot so she can slip off the table into it as I head back to the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee. “Sugar and cream like the lady prefers,” I put on a terrible British accent that makes her laugh.

The sound is both sweet and sexy, and it makes me question my decision to feed her before I fuck her again. But when her belly protests again, I head back to the kitchen and start beating some eggs to go with her favorite poppy and sesame seed bagels. The times we’ve had breakfast together, I’ve noticed it’s the only bread she eats, unless it’s the French toast at the country club.

“You got plans today?” Rosie asks as I toast the bagels while scrambling the eggs quickly.

“Not really. I’ve got to get some neck strengthening in, maybe reflex training and a run on the beach. You know, I got to make sure my fat ass fits in my car.”

“I’m pretty certain my ass is twice the size of yours.”

“We know how I feel about your ass,” I grin, putting our plates down on the table. “I can remind you, though—or better I can show you.”

“Oh my God,” she sputters her mouthful of coffee back into her cup. “Jesus, fuck…holy gaaaah!”

“I can promise that you’ll be crying out all those things.” The flush of her cheeks that starts to spread to her neck just like when she’s about to come causes my pulse to race. My eyes are instantly drawn to the stiff peaks of her nipples beneath my t-shirt. “You just let me know when, and I’ll be more than willing to get all up in your ass, sweetheart.”

Clutching her coffee cup with both hands, she hides the bite of her lip behind it. She can be as bashful as she likes, but we both know she’s thought about it. We both know she’s wanted it when I’ve teased her tight hole with my fingers.

“What are your plans for today?” I ask, spearing a forkful of egg into my mouth.

“Umm,” Rosie stares down at her plate, finally putting the coffee cup down. “Ah, we have a family barbeque.”

“Nice.”

“Mom’s making her famous chocolate cake and Dad is grilling. If you’re not busy, you should come…if you want to?” The invitation takes me by surprise, I’ve met her family in one way or another, but this is different. She’s asking me to dinner with them, and I’m stunned. “You can bring Maggie and the kids. Parker’s son will be there, I’m sure Brooks would adore him.”

“Will you come to one of the race weekends?” I ask her in return.

Last time I invited her to come out to one of the Grand Prix, she wasn’t sure it was a good idea. This whole different worlds thing seemed like a big issue, but this time there’s more deliberation going on in her head as she takes a small bite of her bagel.

“I’ll come to dinner with your family, if you come meet mine. Louise would love to see you again and you can meet my dad.” In spite of our conversation, I know he’ll like Rosie once he sees how incredible she is. “What do you say?”

With a long inhale, she flutters her eyes to mine. I’m ready to push her a little when she nods, “Okay.”

“Okay?”

She laughs at my shocked expression, and shrugs at me, “Your fat ass might not fit in the car, so…”

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