Page 15 of Dark Romeo

I nodded down at the single annoying thing standing between her and me; the asshole she’d thoroughly put in his place. “Maybe you should let him go. Before you break something. We both know it’s really me you want to get your hands on.”

Julianna snatched her hands off him. He stumbled back off the bar, rubbing his shoulder and his wrist.

“Get out of here,” she told him, her eyes still pinned on me.

“You two are fucked up,” he muttered before he hurried into the crowd.

We both eased closer as if out of instinct, our eyes eating each other up. My cock was hard as a stone, painful against my jeans, and I didn’t give a shit who noticed.

“You’re very sure of yourself,” she said.

“Doesn’t mean I’m not right.” I took the final step towards her, filling up the space between us. In heels, she came up to my eye-line. I could smell her perfume of pears and musk, an intoxicating combination. Sweet yet fierce. Like she was.

“Do you think we made our point?” she asked. “To him, I mean.

“I think you put the fear of God into him.”

“Are you kidding? I just disarmed him. He was pissing his pants when he saw your face up close.”

“Well,” I folded my arms, knowing that it showed off my biceps. Look at me, like a fucking peacock preening myself in front of her. “I am pretty scary.”

She smirked and copied my stance, folding her arms over her chest, making her breasts push in and up. Jesus, I could fall into those fucking breasts.

Eyes up, Roman. She’s a fucking lady. It took all my willpower not to follow those curves down farther. I tore my eyes away and looked up. Even under the dim light, I could see her cheeks were flushed.

“Maybe you’re scary to some people,” she said, her voice low and teasing.

I grinned. The lioness wasn’t scared of me. Interesting. I leaned in closer like I was about to tell her a secret. “Maybe, I should scare you.”

She stepped right up to me and lifted her chin as if to make a point. “If you want me to run away in fear, you’re going to have to do a better job than that.”

I lowered my face so close we were breathing in the same air. She had peppermint on her breath, and I noticed the gold flecks in her amber-colored eyes before they dilated into large black holes I was falling into. Everything about her was drawing me in, closer, closer. “Maybe, I want to watch you run.”

“Maybe, I want you to chase me.”

My hands found her tiny waist. I pulled her against me, our bodies pressing together, her breasts so wonderfully soft against my chest I could have cried, my hard erection nestled against her belly. My body vibrated with need. Her. I needed her. I knew she could feel what she was doing to me. Her mouth parted as she sucked in a breath. Those fucking lips, so plump and inviting, so pink and juicy. I needed those lips.

I closed my mouth on hers before I knew what I was doing. She was soft, so fucking soft, as I sucked on her bottom lip. She tasted like strawberries, her lip balm perhaps, and mint. I licked at the seam of her lips, desperately trying to get inside her. More. I wanted more of her. All of her. Give me what I want.

She parted her mouth for me. My tongue found hers and suddenly we were all groans and hands, exploring, wild. I think I may have lost my mind right then and there. My hands roamed over the curve of her back, demanding, tugging her closer. I couldn’t get her close enough. She arched into me, melding to me, her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest, making my body burn like she was on fire.

My hotel was only a few blocks from here. It housed a very comfortable, very large bed that she would look incredible in. Naked. So very fucking naked. Not that we’d make it much past the door, or the wall or the floor. I grinned against her mouth.

She tugged back. With regret, I released her lips from mine, but I kept my hands flattened around her back, keeping her flush with my body. The world rushed back into my head. Suddenly I missed the emptiness she’d closed around me when I had my mouth on hers. It’d been the closest thing I’d felt to peace in…years. Maybe ever.

She better have a good reason for stopping this kiss.

“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered, her words vibrating against my lips, her arms still around my neck.

Damn good reason.

I groaned into her mouth as a response. “Isn’t that my line?”

“If you want, I can take it back so you get to say it.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I’m an equal opportunities man.”

She bit her bottom lip with her teeth and the sight of it shot a flare of lust straight to my cock. “So?”

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