Rosalie's Player by Ella Jade

does whoever he wants. It’s been that way my whole life. I learned from the master.”
    “I don’t believe that.” Just because his father was a cheater didn’t mean he had to be.
    “All I’m saying is you should go into this with caution. I’ve never dated, never done anything romantic or even wanted to. I could fuck this up in a matter of seconds.”
    “You don’t need to be perfect for me.” She rested her palm on his cheek. “You’ve made it clear who you are and I still can’t stay away from you.”
    “I can’t stay away from you either.” The conflict in his eyes bothered her. He shouldn’t look so defeated after what they had shared, but the mood had turned somber. There was no denying it.
    “Do you want to spend the night, or will that freak you out too much?” She’d be devastated if he wanted to leave, but she wouldn’t beg him to stay. He would have to come to her on his terms if this could go any further.
    “Spending the night is right up there with dating and doing amorous things.”
    “You don’t do it.” She leaned against the headboard, pulling the comforter over her. “Does that have to do with your dad too?”
    “I’ve never done it before.” He settled in next to her. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to do it tonight.” Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her closer to him, holding her tight. “I want to stay.”
    “Sorry about that crack I made about your dad.” She thought he wanted to leave, so she did the only thing she could to protect herself and lashed out.
    “This conversation really has no room for him.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Things shouldn’t be this serious. We just had phenomenal sex. Like off the charts crazy.”
    “It was good.”
    “It was better than good.” He turned to face her. “Wasn’t it?”
    “I don’t know.” She traced her fingers along his chest and to his stomach. “Maybe we better do it again so I can be sure.”
    “Little minx.” He rolled on top of her, grabbing her wrists and pinning them to the mattress. “Now that you’ve invited me to stay, I’m going to make you scream all night long.” He kissed her neck, working his way to her breasts. “I hope no one calls the police.”
    “Mmm...” She curled her legs around his hips as she closed her eyes and let him pleasure her. “I’ll take my chances.”
    He was a complicated man. There were more layers than she had initially thought. There was a reason he hopped from bed to bed, and now that she knew what it was, she’d find a way to make him see that relationships could work when two people were committed and honest. She’d just have to go about it carefully.
    * * * *
    Holt stretched and rolled over, feeling for Rosalie, but her side of the bed was empty. He’d reached for her several times throughout the night, keeping her close and kissing her when he needed her. He had no idea sleeping next to someone could be so fulfilling.
    Where is she? He sat up and looked around. Squinting at the clock, he noted it was still early. He glanced down at Rosalie’s pillow. Picking it up, he brought it to his face, inhaling her scent. She was all over him. Her taste on his lips, her smell on his skin, and her face etched in his mind forever. How had she managed to invade his mind so quickly?
    “Smell good?” Rosalie stood in the doorway, wearing his t-shirt from last night, which was knotted at her hip, revealing a tiny pair of pink panties.
    She held a tray full of food. His stomach growled when the aroma reached his nostrils, but he was sure he wanted to devour her before the food.
    “What did you do?” he asked.
    “I made you breakfast.” She walked over and set the tray in the center of the bed. “I figured you’d be hungry.”
    “Breakfast in bed?” He ran his fingers over his jaw, not sure what to make of this early-morning scenario. “No one’s ever... You didn’t have to do that.” Why did she make him breakfast?
    “You may not