Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Only, when it came to Colt, it kind of felt like it did. Without Daemon, without the club, without all their troubles, Colt wasn’t so bad. He was a nice guy, amazing in fact, and that alone was hard to resist.
She didn’t want to fall in love with him. Rosalie didn’t want to feel anything for him.
She gasped as someone wrapped their arms around her waist and pulled her against him. Colt’s lips pressed against her neck.
“Hello, beautiful,” he said. “Did you really think the pool was going to keep me away from you?” His other hand went to her shoulder and then slowly started to trail down her body, going toward her breast. He cupped her tit and she gasped.
The suit wasn’t thick enough to keep him out, and she didn’t want to. He captured the straps of her swimsuit and began to slowly peel it down her body, exposing her to the elements, making her moan his name. Within seconds, he pushed it off her body until it fell to the floor at the bottom of the pool.
“Now I’ve got you exactly how I want you,” he said.
“You want me naked in the pool?”
“I want you naked at all times. I’ve got a confession to make, Rosalie,” he said.
“What?”
“I’m addicted to your body and I can’t keep my hands off it.” He groaned, sliding up to cup her tits. “When we get back home, I don’t know how I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you. I don’t even know if I want you working at the diner.”
Rosalie laughed. “You can’t stop me working.”
“I can afford to keep you with me at all times, or at my house, or spending time with Mom.”
He cupped one of her tits and then the other slid down toward her thighs and he cupped her pussy. One of his fingers slid between her slit, and he stroked across her nub, making her gasp at the instant jolt of pleasure.
“I love how responsive you are, Rosalie. How can I let you leave my side when I need you?”
She chuckled and then spun around, missing his touch on her pussy the moment she did, but she wanted to face him. “You’re talking about turning me into your personal sex slave.”
He groaned. “You’ve got that right. I would take care of you as well. All of your needs would be answered.”
She laughed. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
“I do. You, around me, and when we needed to, I could take you.” He ran his hands down her back, lifting her up in the water. Rosalie hadn’t even realized that he wasn’t wearing any swimming trunks. Colt was completely naked.
With one hand at her ass, he reached between them, and she felt his cock sliding through her slit, touching her, and then she gasped as he began to fill her up. Every other time he brought her to orgasm, she was always soaking wet, and that was no different now, only this was different. She wanted to find her completion with him at the same time.
Staring into his green eyes, she was a little afraid of how easy it would be to get lost in that gaze. How many times in the last few days alone she had found herself captured by him. There were two sides to Colt. The one he showed the rest of the world, and the one she’d gotten the chance to explore right here on their honeymoon.
Both of Colt’s hands went to her ass and he began to rock her against him. She held onto his shoulders and was about to close her eyes, to bask in the pleasure.
“Don’t close them. I want you to look at me, Rosalie. Look at me, don’t look away. I’ve got you. I’m not going to let you go. I’ve got you.”
Another moan escaped her.
Could she really trust him? She knew in the world, people were supposed to look to their parents for protection. All her life, she’d done everything she could to protect her mother. She knew Gabrielle tried, and it was one of her mother’s shames that she wasn’t able to protect Rosalie. Rosalie didn’t care about that, though.
Then there was Petal, who she knew had her back, always. They had each other’s backs. She was the only person she had ever trusted.
But could she risk it all with Colt? Could she really trust a man who she knew deep down didn’t want her, who had once hated her? It was insane to even think she could. The old Colt, the one who hadn’t believed she was a virgin, who’d been a total dick to her—absolutely not. This guy, though, the one who had her heart racing, her pussy slick, and how excited she felt at being around him, she had a feeling she could trust him. She could fall for him, and that was a dangerous combination.