Chapter 14 Klaus
KLAUS
Iopened the door to my apartment and inhaled deeply.
The smell of food greeted me, and I stepped inside, my heart in my throat.
I’d drunk a lot at Matteo’s tonight and didn’t typically come home on nights like that, but knowing what was waiting for me had me on edge all day, eager to get home and show her how much I missed her.
I’d spent the last week trying to act normal with Matteo and Alessio, but I couldn’t stand it anymore and needed to just get the hell out of there as soon as possible, so I sprinted fast and beat Alessio before I left.
Matteo’s line of questioning had left me even antsier.
I went straight into the kitchen to find Rosalie wearing an apron and pulling a lasagna out of the oven.
Immediately, I wound my arms around her waist and buried my face in her neck, breathing her in deeply.
“Hey, hummingbird,” I murmured, her sweet scent engulfing me.
“Hey. I didn’t expect you to be back tonight,” she said, leaning into me.
I loved that she did that. Having a woman do this set my blood ablaze.
“Mm, I sent you a text and said I’d be home.” I kissed her bare collarbone. I couldn’t help but love that she wore so many pretty dresses. Hell, what a beautiful, perfect woman. I was a sucker for a woman in a dress. Always had been.
This dress, in particular, I really liked. White. Little pink flowers. Short. A couple of thin straps over her shoulders. Her glorious cleavage was on display for days for me.
I ran my hands up her abdomen as she shuddered against me.
“I was so caught up in this lasagna that I guess I didn’t hear my phone go off,” she said, tilting her head so I could kiss her.
If I were an outsider looking in, I’d think we’d been a couple for years. We weren’t even that, though. Just a few days of pure bliss with her.
I didn’t like to think about it past what it was. Of course, I kept shoving those thoughts away. I didn’t have time in my life for a woman, but here I was. I decided not to dwell on any of it. I was going to go with the flow and see what transpired.
“Now that I can smell it, I’m glad you got caught up. It’s been a long time since I’ve eaten anything home-cooked.” I’d only been home overnight once this week and had dropped in a few times since then.
“Mm, well, I hope you like it,” she said as I kissed her collarbone again.
Fuck, this woman was driving me crazy. I couldn’t get enough of her. It terrified me.
“I know that I’ll love it.” I brushed her hair away from her pretty face before pressing a tender kiss to her temple. She was so much smaller than I that I had to bend to kiss her. She wiggled against me, doing something to my goddamned soul.
“I need to shower, my sweet girl,” I murmured. “I must wash the day off me.”
“Go.” She turned in my arms and smiled up at me. “I have to finish this so we can eat.”
I cradled her face and stared down into her vibrant green eyes for a moment before willing myself away. She gave me her sweet smile once more, and I booked it out of there, more than eager to return to her and the delicious-smelling food she’d made.
Quickly, I removed my clothes and showered. When I was done, I rushed back to the kitchen to find she’d set the table and was putting bread out.
Garlic bread.
And it looked homemade.
“Can I help with anything?” I paused next to her.
“Just sit. Let me handle this.”
I chuckled, took a seat at the table, and watched as she brought our plates.
“Did you make the bread?” I asked as she placed my dinner in front of me.
“Yeah.” Her cheeks flushed a brilliant pink. “I wanted to try it out. It’s different from the usual bread I make, so I hope it’s good.”
“I’m sure it is,” I said, digging in. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until the first forkful hit my tongue.
Then I was ravenous.
“Wow, this is incredible,” I said, staring in wonder at my food. Matteo was a hell of a cook, and he didn’t do it nearly enough anymore, but I knew Rosalie could give him a run for his money.
“Really?”
“Yes. It’s amazing.” I ate more, loving how she smiled at the compliment.
The dinner was a quiet affair, both of us too busy eating to say much of anything. And the bread? Phenomenal.
She finished her food, and I wasted no time getting up to clear her plate and put it in the dishwasher.
She was definitely a thorough cook, and she had already cleaned up everything.
I assumed she cleaned as she went. I liked that, but I’d have been fine with a mess because that meal had been worth it.
I went back to her and took her by the hand and led her to my couch, where I pulled her down onto my lap and kissed her a little. Along her jaw. Her neck. Her collarbone.
“I love this dress,” I murmured, cradling her face and bringing her to me to kiss. “Let me take you shopping for more of them tomorrow.”
I pressed my lips against hers, groaning softly as she parted her lips for me.
“Tell me yes,” I whispered against her lips.
“No,” she said, kissing me again.
“Why?”
We spoke between kisses.
“Mm, because I’d rather be doing this,” she answered, moving to straddle my lap.
Sexy little minx. Brave. Full of surprises. I loved it.
“Dirty girl,” I whispered against her lips as she rocked against my hard cock.
We hadn’t had sex since the first night. Seeing her crying after made me decide I needed to slow whatever this was down, but damn, she made it really fucking difficult.
She moaned softly as I tightened my hold on her waist, dragging her faster against my cock. It was a good thing I was in pants because I’d have said fuck it and speared her hot, tight pussy already.
The cotton allowed me to move a little slower.
“You going to come for me?” I asked breathlessly, loving this beautiful creature, who was going to come just because she was rubbing against me. I hadn’t fucking dry humped a woman since I was a young man, but I’d do it every damn day if she wanted it.
She answered by moaning softly, her body trembling as she came for me.
A fucking masterpiece.
“There you go, hummingbird. Keep going for me. Come for me. Just like that. Yeah, baby,” I husked out as she whimpered, her body shaking harder as another orgasm crashed into her.
I loved how she came. Her breasts would flush pink. Her small body would shake. Her breathing would pick up until that sexy as hell moan slipped past her lips. She wasn’t just getting off, she was painting an entire fucking world for me.
Truly, a masterpiece.
She sagged against me a moment later. I wasted no time holding her back, peppering more kisses against her skin. I did not plan on having sex. I wanted to wait a little longer so she could adjust a bit more. Going at her pace was my goal despite my desire to have her again.
I let her rest against me for a moment, holding her tightly, like I was afraid she’d disappear on me if I let go. It was a new, all-consuming feeling I was not familiar with.
She stirred a few minutes later and slid down my legs until she was kneeling in front of me.
I watched as she reached out to my belt buckle with shaking hands. I wasn’t sure why I liked the way she shook, but I suppose it said more about me than it did her.
“What are you doing?” I asked softly as she pulled my still-hard cock out and wrapped her fingers around it. I did all I could to not moan for her.
“Your turn,” she said, her voice shaking.
“You don’t have to,” I said gently. “I’m OK.”
“I want to.” She stroked me slowly, making that damn moan slip past my lips. Women didn’t touch me like this. They bent over so I could fuck them, and that was it.
This… this was so much better than that.
I decided I’d let her do what she wanted. I’d give the girl the world if I could.
She leaned in and licked the precum from the tip of my dick. I watched, mesmerized as she went in a second time, this time sucking the head gently.
Then… more.
I groaned as she deep-throated me, my cock too big for her to completely swallow, but enough to make my eyes roll back in my head.
“Fuck, what a mouth on you,” I choked out as she sucked me. I wrapped my hand around her hair and guided her to the depth and speed I liked.
She was perfect. The best that had ever been on my dick.
“Fuck,” I grunted as she continued to take me. No teeth. No bitching. Just pure fucking pleasure.
I wasn’t going to last.
I prided myself on being a man who could hold out, but this woman was doing something to me.
There was no fucking way…
“Rosalie,” I groaned, my cock pulsing against her tongue as I came so hard I saw stars. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.”
I drained myself in her mouth, feeling terrible that I’d done it. I didn’t want her to have my release in her mouth if she didn’t want it. That was bad of me. Guilt surged through me at not having pulled her off, but I’d had a moment of selfishness I could berate myself over later.
She released my dick, and I was going to tell her to spit it on me if she wanted, but instead, she swallowed all of me and wiped her mouth like a fucking pro.
I blinked in awe at her.
“What?” Her cheeks flushed red as she stared back at me.
“You swallowed,” I murmured, pulling her to me and pressing my lips to hers.
“You’ve swallowed me,” she answered between kisses.
Damn right I did. And I’d fucking do it again in a heartbeat.
This girl was everything to me.
I pushed aside the internal war I fought with knowing Alessandro wanted her. The fear she only wanted me because she was alone. She swore there was nothing between them. I believed that.
I let go of it all and just focused on the moment with her because I was terrified of how many I’d actually get with her until everything went to hell.
Because in my experience, it always did.