“If you’re sure then I’d love to eat with you later.” She smiles and surprises me when she turns her face and kisses me on the palm of my hand. The sensation shoots straight to my wayward body part making it sit up and take notice that Rosie is giving us a second chance. And hopefully my hand will get a rest. I can hope.
“I have to be at work soon,” Rosie reminds me. “So what time do you want me at your apartment or should I just make my way there after work?” She pulls away and starts collecting her things together.
“I’m the boss so let me make a call to get someone to cover, and then we can get the evening started. I don’t want to let you go now that I finally have you with me.” I wrap her hand in mine, sliding my fingers between hers. “I’ve missed you.”
“The other staff will be pissed with me getting the time off just like that, but I’ve missed you as well so I’m not going to bother worrying about them. I’ll deal with it. I’m just going to enjoy being with you.”
That’s music to my ears and would normally fill me with dread, but instead I don’t want to let this girl out of my sight. I’ll even be willing to have her over for a sleepover, which involves sleep and cuddles—nothing else—to keep her close. Another first.
Bringing her close to me again, I tell her, “We’ll deal with it. If anyone hassles you about being with the boss I want you to tell me. We’re in this together, okay. So you don’t have to keep things to yourself. Promise me.”
“Hmm,” she mumbles, “I can’t make a promise when I’m not sure I’m going to be able to keep it. But if I need you to step in then I promise to tell you.” She grins and quickly kisses me on the lips leaving me stunned as she starts walking off toward the market. “Are you coming with me?” she asks over her shoulder.
Getting it together quickly, I jog to catch up with her and slide my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close.
I’m starting to crave being near this woman. She packs quite a package in her small curvy frame, but she’s had my eye for months and the fact that I can finally touch her makes me want to shout it from the roof tops. ‘This is my woman—stay away.’ Not sure Rosie would appreciate that though or maybe she would.
Smiling to myself I guide her closer to the market so we can buy the makings for the romantic dinner I’m planning and this time I’m sure as hell not going to let her leave until she knows the only girl I’m interested in is her; and only her.
Chapter 18 ~ Rosie
I’m so in love with Ruben and the more time I spend with him the deeper I’m falling. The cute dimples he has going on when he smiles just makes me want to lick them, but most of all, I find him endearing with the uncertainty I see in his eyes when he forgets to put his fun loving mask in place. He wants everyone to think he’s this fun loving guy, which he is, but there is so much more to him than the devil may care attitude he sometimes has going on.
I’m thinking about him while lying on his sofa after the most amazing meal of spaghetti and meatballs. A favorite meal of mine, and apparently Ruben’s as well. It was delicious and Ruben put it all together without any help from me. So I’ve been truly looked after and my guy is across the room from me as he finishes cleaning up in the kitchen, which he banned me doing arriving back here. I, of course, had no objection being the most undomesticated person ever. But Ruben looks to have it all in hand. I lie here, watching the play of muscles under his shirt as he moves and when he bends over, stretching the denim over his ass my mouth waters. Seeing him like this makes me want to do things to him that I’ve never done before, but now the thought of having him in my mouth—at my mercy—makes me fidget around on the sofa.
I let my eyes trail up from his firm ass up to his broad shoulders. I meet his gaze as he turns his head to watch me over his shoulder. Silently groaning, I hold his gaze and pray my blush stays away.
Ruben throws the dishtowel on the counter and starts to walk slowly towards me. I’m unable to look away. My heart starts to pound and the throbbing going on between my thighs intensifies with need—need of this man who looks like he’s going to eat me alive.
Right now I have no fear of being vulnerable to him because all I want is to have my clothing disappear so I’m ready for him. So he knows I’m his for the taking.
He kneels beside me. Taking my face between his hands, he says, “Have you got any idea what you do to me?”
Dropping his forehead against mine, he rests his arms on either side of me as I slip my hand down the front of his jeans to caress the bulge he has going on in them.
“Fuck,” he cusses, pushing into my hand.
I squeeze and he throws his head back on a groan.
“Rosie…God,” he breathes heavily, “I’m trying to do the right thing here, but I’m slowly losing my mind with the looks you give me and your touch. Fuck, who am I kidding, I lost all sense and reason from the minute I first tasted you.”