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)
“I think I love you,” she said.
His grip tightened around her waist, but then his hands moved up, going toward her face, and she stared up at him.
“You think?” he asked. “You love me?”
She pressed her lips together and then nodded. “Yes,” she said, sniffling. “I love you and … it hurts, because he brought us together and I hate him for it.”
“Shut up,” Colt said. “He didn’t do anything, baby. This is all us. Just you and me.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in close, kissing him. Reaching behind her, she turned off the gas as she kissed him, knowing she wasn’t going to want soup. No, she wanted her husband.
“Rosalie, baby?”
“Please,” she said. “I’ve missed you so much. Please.”
He stared down at her and nodded. “Then put your rings back on. You’re my wife. You’re my whole freaking world, and I need you to put those rings back on.”
She nodded, reaching for her neck, picking them up, and then one by one, sliding the engagement ring, followed by the wedding band, onto her finger. She had them on her at all times, on her necklace.
“No more talk of divorce?”
“None.”
He grabbed her ass, lifted her up in his arms, and carried her through the rooms toward the stairs. Rosalie kissed him, wanting to wrap her body around his and never let go, not even once. She wanted him so damn much.
He growled her name and then they were in her bedroom. Colt lowered her to her feet, and within minutes they were naked.
She ran her hands all over Colt’s naked body. Colt wrapped an arm around her waist and took her to the bed. She let out a gasp and his mouth was between her thighs, licking and sucking between her legs.
Letting out a cry, she called out his name on a pleasured moan. She was so close to orgasm and Colt was more than ready to give it to her. It didn’t take long to find her release and once he was finished, Colt moved up the bed, stared into her eyes, and then he reached between them, found her core, and slid in deep.
Wrapping her arms around him, she held onto him, not wanting to let him go. She didn’t think. She knew. She had fallen in love with Colt, but what hurt was the fact that Daemon was the one to bring them together.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Rosalie giggled and Colt loved the sound. He held the warm bowl of soup in his hands and held out the spoon for her to take.
“This is so gross,” she said.
He burst out laughing. “Yeah, I think we need to learn to cook faster and better, or find a different soup company.”
“How is your mother at making soups?” Rosalie asked.
Colt chuckled. “Pretty good.”
“I wonder if she’ll make us a large batch that we can freeze.”
Rosalie held out some bread for him to take. Rather than serve two bowls, Colt had insisted on using one large mixing bowl and serving the two of them. She was on bread duty.
“I think if you ask her, she’ll be more than happy to serve you anything,” Colt said.
She took the offered food, licking her lips as she did so.
“Are you sure about this?” she asked.
“Sure about what?”
“This, you and me. Do you think you can handle my…”
He held the spoon out to her again.
She rolled her eyes, which he still found cute. “You can’t keep silencing me with food.”
“I don’t care who your father was, Rosalie. I care about us. I care about how you feel. Everything else doesn’t matter. It’s not relevant. Only you and me.” He shrugged. “I know these past few months when I’ve not woken up with you beside me have been the worst of my life.” He hated waking up in the morning.
The first months of their marriage had been a nightmare. He’d hated it. Meeting up on a Friday night to have sex, and he’d felt like a fucking monster. Rosalie had hated those times together, and he’d not enjoyed them either. In fact, he hadn’t enjoyed any part of those nights.
These past few months, though, had been the worst. Rosalie hadn’t spoken to him and even though he’d gone to the diner and spent time watching her, they had been unbearable. He didn’t want to live through them again.
“I, ah, I thought it was what you wanted,” Rosalie said. “I was trying to give you an out.”
“No, I don’t want an out. I know I failed you.”
Rosalie closed the distance and pressed a finger to his lips. “Stop it,” she said. “You didn’t fail.”
“Your mother—”
“Is his fault. Daemon killed her. That had nothing to do with you and I’m so sorry for blaming you. So sorry for not being there for you. I’m so sorry about what my father took from you.”