so bad?”
Jules appeared unmoved by his impassioned plea. “You think you’re charming.”
“Sometimes,” Romeo admitted, a smile tugging at his lips. “But it’s still the truth. I wanna kiss you, Juliet. Look at me.”
“No.” Jules’s voice was a low rasp, sounding like the denial hurt. “Maybe this is a mistake. I thought about it while I was walking up here. This is all wrong and—” She was going to be stubborn, so Romeo took the initiative and cupped her face in both his large hands. He forced her to turn to him and studied her stunning features for one breathless moment. Her body tightened defensively, but she didn’t fight him as only the sound of their labored breathing filled the air. Jules’s eyes were wide, her cheeks more flushed than ever. Then she licked her full, lush bottom lip in a quick swipe of anticipation.
That was all the invitation he needed.
Romeo leaned down and kissed her before she got a chance to think about things any more than she already had. Jules moaned in response and arched into him. Her lips parted to his, soft and hungry for more. Romeo knew he was already too far gone as he deepened the kiss and greedily took what she was offering.
JULES WAS IN trouble.
49
Romeo Wellings could kiss like nobody’s business, and it was messing with the good sense that was her God-given gift in this life. She couldn’t even remember what she’d been pissed off about before he’d cornered her and stole her words with all the hard-driving intensity that seemed to seep from his pores and obviously extended past his passion for fighting.
All she could focus on was that sweet taste of honey he left in her mouth and the smell of his expensive cologne invading her senses. All she could feel was that strong, heavy body of his pushing her against the door. Romeo’s hands slid into her hair as if they were made to be there. His fingers tightened in her blonde curls, and he used his grip to tilt her head and deepen the kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and damned if she wasn’t letting him own it like it belonged to him.
A white-hot rush of pleasure shot straight between her legs, making all the fine hair on her arms stand on end from the sheer intensity of the moment. Surrendering was easy, because even out of her mind, Jules knew this was one of those rare moments that only came once in a lifetime, maybe twice if a soul was lucky. She wasn’t about to spend the rest of her days lying awake at night—regretting.
When Romeo did finally break the kiss, giving Jules a brief reprieve to find a way to breathe past the passion, his lips moved down to the curve of her neck. His tongue was hot and wet as he licked and kissed and teased, causing a shimmer of pleasure to dance over her skin.
Romeo slid one hand up her thigh and groaned, lifting his head to look at her when he reached the tiny clasp to her garter. Then he tugged on the garter snap, his voice low and demanding as he said, “Tell me.”
His gaze was still holding her captive. It was such an amazingly light shade of green. She felt mesmerized by the flecks of gold around the irises. She could barely speak past the hot rush of anticipation. “What’d you wanna hear?”
“That you want it.” His gaze finally broke from hers to glance down at the low dip in her dress that showed off the curves of her breasts. “I have to know you really need 50
this from me. That you need it like I need it. ’Cause, Madonn’ , I need it really bad, and I’m scared to come at you if you’re not there with me.” A slow smile tugged at Jules’s lips as Romeo continued to ogle her tits. The waitress had been right; there was an old-world charm to Romeo. His New York accent was suddenly extra thick, as if he’d spent time trying to smooth out his words for a more cultured air and had just lost a complete grasp of himself.
“I need it,” she assured him as she reached out to stroke his hair, letting the shiny, inky-black
Jules appeared unmoved by his impassioned plea. “You think you’re charming.”
“Sometimes,” Romeo admitted, a smile tugging at his lips. “But it’s still the truth. I wanna kiss you, Juliet. Look at me.”
“No.” Jules’s voice was a low rasp, sounding like the denial hurt. “Maybe this is a mistake. I thought about it while I was walking up here. This is all wrong and—” She was going to be stubborn, so Romeo took the initiative and cupped her face in both his large hands. He forced her to turn to him and studied her stunning features for one breathless moment. Her body tightened defensively, but she didn’t fight him as only the sound of their labored breathing filled the air. Jules’s eyes were wide, her cheeks more flushed than ever. Then she licked her full, lush bottom lip in a quick swipe of anticipation.
That was all the invitation he needed.
Romeo leaned down and kissed her before she got a chance to think about things any more than she already had. Jules moaned in response and arched into him. Her lips parted to his, soft and hungry for more. Romeo knew he was already too far gone as he deepened the kiss and greedily took what she was offering.
JULES WAS IN trouble.
49
Romeo Wellings could kiss like nobody’s business, and it was messing with the good sense that was her God-given gift in this life. She couldn’t even remember what she’d been pissed off about before he’d cornered her and stole her words with all the hard-driving intensity that seemed to seep from his pores and obviously extended past his passion for fighting.
All she could focus on was that sweet taste of honey he left in her mouth and the smell of his expensive cologne invading her senses. All she could feel was that strong, heavy body of his pushing her against the door. Romeo’s hands slid into her hair as if they were made to be there. His fingers tightened in her blonde curls, and he used his grip to tilt her head and deepen the kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and damned if she wasn’t letting him own it like it belonged to him.
A white-hot rush of pleasure shot straight between her legs, making all the fine hair on her arms stand on end from the sheer intensity of the moment. Surrendering was easy, because even out of her mind, Jules knew this was one of those rare moments that only came once in a lifetime, maybe twice if a soul was lucky. She wasn’t about to spend the rest of her days lying awake at night—regretting.
When Romeo did finally break the kiss, giving Jules a brief reprieve to find a way to breathe past the passion, his lips moved down to the curve of her neck. His tongue was hot and wet as he licked and kissed and teased, causing a shimmer of pleasure to dance over her skin.
Romeo slid one hand up her thigh and groaned, lifting his head to look at her when he reached the tiny clasp to her garter. Then he tugged on the garter snap, his voice low and demanding as he said, “Tell me.”
His gaze was still holding her captive. It was such an amazingly light shade of green. She felt mesmerized by the flecks of gold around the irises. She could barely speak past the hot rush of anticipation. “What’d you wanna hear?”
“That you want it.” His gaze finally broke from hers to glance down at the low dip in her dress that showed off the curves of her breasts. “I have to know you really need 50
this from me. That you need it like I need it. ’Cause, Madonn’ , I need it really bad, and I’m scared to come at you if you’re not there with me.” A slow smile tugged at Jules’s lips as Romeo continued to ogle her tits. The waitress had been right; there was an old-world charm to Romeo. His New York accent was suddenly extra thick, as if he’d spent time trying to smooth out his words for a more cultured air and had just lost a complete grasp of himself.
“I need it,” she assured him as she reached out to stroke his hair, letting the shiny, inky-black
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