Preferring to stay lost in my thoughts even though they’re probably dangerous sitting here in public, I quickly reply, “I’ll have the full breakfast, thanks.” I smile at Liz who removes the menus and, with one last look in our direction, walks off to place our order.
“She likes you,” Rosie turns to me, “and I mean really likes you.” Smiling she leans into me and quickly kisses my cheek. “The two times I’ve been in here with a man she’s been rude and not bothered asking them what they want to eat, but you got the better treatment.”
I don’t like the idea of her bringing other guys in here, and I thought she said she lacked experience or something similar.
“Ruben, I can see the wheels turning in that hard head of yours, and I can’t decide whether to let you carry on thinking they meant something to me or…tell you they were just friends,” she smirks. “Liz vets everyone I bring here, and you’re the only guy I’ve brought who I’ve slept with.”
“It’s going to stay that way as well.”
She rolls her eyes. So I decide to change the subject.
“What do you want to do for the rest of the day? I have to show my face at the club, but other than that I’m all yours.” Little does she know that I really am all hers.
“I’d love to go back to your place and cuddle on the sofa with you all day while we watch movies. I just want to be close to you before real life gets in the way.”
“That sounds like a good idea, and, before I forget, I want you to come to Sunday dinner at my folks’ house. My mom might go crazy, but just ignore her. It’ll be fun.”
At least I think it will.
“Hey, you don’t look too happy about that.” She went pale and her smile slipped when I mentioned the Sunday dinner. She gets on well with my family so surely that can’t be the problem.
“You’ve never taken anyone before right? So, well, won’t it look odd you taking me?”
What the hell! “Rosie, I’m taking you because you’re my girlfriend,” I grin, “and I’d like you to be with me when it’s family time at my parents’ house. You’re part of that now. You get on well with my brothers and their women. You’ll rock it. I promise.”
“If you’re sure.”
I wrap her up in my arms and place a kiss to her forehead. “I’ve never been more surer about anything. You’re my girlfriend and part of my family.”
She moves her head back to meet my eyes and hers are swimming in tears, but she’s glowing.
“Thank you,” she says snuggling against me…the perfect fit…as my stomach grumbles.
Chapter 22 ~ Rosie
It’s Sunday and we’re on our way to Ruben’s parents’ place for dinner with his family. Right up until he’d lifted me into his truck, I’d been nervous about today. But as soon as the door closed, I’d wondered what I was nervous about. His family aren’t strangers to me, in fact, I really enjoy talking to his brothers when they come into Kenza and twice this past week, I’ve met Carla, Lily and Sabrina for coffee. So all my nerves about the day other than meeting Pippa again have deserted me.
I also believe that spending this past week with Ruben has helped relax me. We’ve alternated between spending the night at Ruben’s place and mine. The thought of not being with him is frightening now that I’ve allowed him to not only steal my heart, but also work his way into my daily life. I should be asking for space but that isn’t what I want from him. I want to be with him and I feel as though there is something missing when I’m not.
Sighing, I watch the fields on the outskirts of Lexington rush by us as Ruben handles the SUV with skill. My eyes are drawn to those hands, which flex around the steering wheel.
“Rosie,” he growls, “we’re going to be late arriving at my parents place if you keep looking at me like that.”
I smirk. “Like what?”
As if I don’t know. I want his hands on my body instead of the steering wheel. I want to be back at his apartment without a stitch of clothing between us with his hands all over me. I fidget in my seat with arousal.
“Fuck,” Ruben cusses and pulling over to the side of the road, slams on the breaks and, unclipping my seatbelt he hauls me into his lap.
I straddle his hips as our lips meet and cling while he arches against me—rubbing his penis against my wet panties. Moaning, I slide my fingers through his hair and hold him against me. It doesn’t matter that I can’t breathe because all I want to do is feel, and there are too many clothes between us.
Ruben pulls his mouth from mine, breathing hard. “I’m not fucking you at the side of the road,” he brushes the hair that has fallen into my eyes back behind my ears with unsteady hands, “but I will make love to you later when you have a bed under you and you’re under me.”