Completely (New York 3)
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The light was too bright, and she wanted a bed, to be completely naked in a bed, alone with Kal.
She pressed her face into his chest, pressed a kiss through his shirt, squeezing tight around his fingers inside her body.
When the girls left, she said, “Take me home.”
Chapter 16
The doorman at Rosemary’s apartment was the same one from when they’d rolled into town last night. Kal nodded at him as they passed through the door, and the man nodded back and said, “Have a good evening.”
It was surreal to think it was only a day ago they’d landed at JFK. “How long have we known each other?”
Rosemary unlocked the apartment door. “I don’t know. Five? Six days? We crossed a lot of time zones, I’ve had trouble keeping track.”
She dropped the keys into a bowl on the countertop. The apartment was cold, the hum of the refrigerator unexpectedly loud. Rosemary fixed ice water in the kitchen. “You were quiet in the taxi.”
“It’s late.”
“If you’re tired, we don’t have to do this.”
“I’m good.”
She watched him sip from his glass, the line between her eyebrows making it clear she didn’t buy it but she didn’t know what his deal was.
His deal was that she’d laid her head on his shoulder in the cab, and he’d put his arm around her like he’d been putting his arm around her forever. And with that gesture he’d felt an incredible rush of emotion of the sort he’d only felt before when he was drying off Patricia after giving her a bath, or when he spotted his mom walking out of the icefall alive, not even limping, and she’d waved at him.
Rosemary set her glass down on the countertop with a clink. “I feel as though I should offer you something, but I haven’t any idea what you want.”
“This part is kind of awkward, huh?”
She furrowed her forehead at him, arms crossed. “What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.”
“You’re thinking about nothing.”
“Yes.” He was going to stick with that, the worst answer in the history of human conversation.
“The whole time in the taxi, you were thinking of nothing?”
“Yes?”
“That’s not particularly flattering, considering you came here to have sex with me.”
“No?”
“No, what? No, it’s not flattering, or no, you didn’t come here for sex?”
“I mean, why isn’t it flattering?” Stupid question. It made her nostrils flare.
“I can order you a car if you want to leave. This doesn’t have to be complicated.”
“Doesn’t it?” He asked the question with more heat than he wanted it to have.
It was complicated. He’d known Rosemary for less than a week, and already she’d had dinner with his family, prayed at his monastery, wrapped tentacles around his mother, seduced his little sister, and given him feelings in the backseat of a cab. None of that should have made him want to spend the next twelve hours figuring out how many ways he could fuck her, but he did want to. He also wanted to wake up next to her and run out for the enormous, decadent coffee she liked. Treat her like a princess.
Which, just, fuck.
“I thought we wanted the same thing,” she said. “I was wrong, obviously. There’s no nee