But all I’d been able to think is how I put my foot in my mouth and told her being with her had been a mistake.
It wasn’t. It would never be a mistake with her.
I’d wanted her for a long time, I’d had her, and that taste made me obsessed, intoxicated, and I knew I couldn’t just let her go.
I wouldn’t.
I’d pulled her into the darkened alley, and although it wasn’t really safe, there was no way anyone would be smart enough to fuck with us. If they were that stupid I’d make sure they got the beat down of their life.
I was hard for her, so fucking hard I couldn’t even think straight. The crowd from the movie theater had dissipated, and there were only the few stragglers left behind that could be heard. But her friends were still on the other side of the building, and I wanted them gone. I wanted Cassandra all to myself.
“Tell them you’re fine, that I’ll take you home,” I whispered, now pressed right up against her. I know she could feel my erection, because fuck, I was grinding it into her belly.
“Why would I want to tell them that?” she whispered, her hands on my biceps now, her fingers digging into my arms.
“Because you want me to take you home.” I was confident, arrogant even, but I could tell she was hot for me. “You want me as much as I want you. Three weeks without having you is fucking hell.”
I heard her swallow and loved the dazed look on her face. She didn’t answer for long seconds, but then she exhaled and nodded.
“Yeah, despite all of this and what happened, I want you so badly, Rowdy.”
I closed my eyes and groaned, resting my forehead against hers. “I’m sorry about saying that, baby, I really am. It’s not a mistake being with you. The only reason I said it was because you’re too good for me, and I’m worried about fucking up your life. I’m worried about making things tense with your father.”
She looked up at me with her wide eyes, maybe surprised I’d said anything at all.
“Your father is like my second dad, and I don’t want him thinking I want his only daughter because of a piece of ass.”
She licked her lips and I watched the act. “You don’t want me as just a piece of ass?” she asked honestly, softly.
I pressed my cock firmly into her belly. “No, far from it,” I breathed out, my mouth so close to hers. “I want so much more, and that should scare the fuck out of you.”
I pulled back and looked into her face. “Now tell your friends I’ll take you home.”
Cassandra
I could have blamed my stupidity on the fact I was caving so easily, but the truth was I knew love made people do crazy things.
And this was definitely crazy.
But Rowdy said he didn’t just want sex with me, and I believed him. I knew he wasn’t the kind of guy to bullshit or lie just to get what he wanted, especially when I knew he could have sex with anyone he wanted.
“Okay,” I said and pushed him back. He took a step away from me, and I swallowed as I walked over to my friends to tell them Rowdy would take me home. When they were gone and I turned around, a soft sound left me at the fact Rowdy was right behind me.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmured, and I felt my heart jump in my chest.
Yeah, if I hadn’t been in love with Rowdy already, I could see herself falling for the fighter pretty damn hard.
If I was going to make a mistake, and possibly get my heart hurt in the process, well, I wanted to enjoy every minute of it.
8
Rowdy
With Violet now living with Malachi, I had my apartment all to myself. I hadn’t brought a woman back here since before my sister lived with me. I didn’t want Violet to get uncomfortable, or hear anything.
Cassandra wasn’t like other women, though. She was special, and I was going to make sure she was treated as such. I was going to make sure she knew how much I cared for her, and that she wasn’t just a piece of ass for me.
She’d never be that for me.
After entering my apartment, I closed the door and flicked on the light. I hadn’t cleaned the place up in a couple of days, not expecting a female to come here, and I quickly grabbed some of the shirts that were on the floor and over the couch and tossed them into the laundry.
“Sorry about the mess,” I muttered, feeling a little embarrassed by it.
“It’s not that bad. You’d be surprised about what I’ve seen and consider messy.”
“You’ve seen a lot of guys’ bedrooms?” Anger filled me suddenly at the thought of her being in another guy’s place.