Page 16 of Dark Romeo

I swallowed. Fuck. I was leaving tomorrow…

What the fuck is wrong with you Roman? Just say yes!

“Roman?” Her tongue flicked out and licked the center of my top lip. It sent a direct line of electricity to my cock, making the aching almost unbearable. There were all sorts of ways she could put that tongue to use.

Focus, Roman, focus.

I gently pushed her out of reach of my mouth. “You’re going to have to stop that if I’m going to think clearly.”

“Oh.” She frowned. “You have a girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Wife?”

“Fuck, no.”

She let out a sigh. “Then you really shouldn’t have to think this hard. You either want to or not.” She tried to pull away.

I pinned her to the bar with my body to stop her from leaving.

Why was I being such a limp dick? Why was I hesitating on taking this gorgeous woman home and doing all the dirty things I wanted to with her. I never fucking hesitated.

Because I was leaving tomorrow. Usually, I wouldn’t care about setting expectations, but I wanted to be straight up with her. I was hesitating because it already felt like more than just a night club hookup. Because we shared something earlier today. Fuck, we were sharing something now, even if it was as simple as lust at first sight. It already felt like more. I already knew I would think of her on the plane on the way to London. I’d remember her name—I never remembered names. I’d recall the way she smelled, and the taste of her and all those little details. She needed to know this.

“I think…that maybe there’s something I need to tell you before we continue.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Sounds serious. Should I sit down?” she asked with a light note in her voice.

“I don’t live here. I live in London. I came home for a funeral. I’m flying out tomorrow night, so…”

Her shoulders sank a little. Her disappointment tasted almost as strong as mine. “We would only have tonight,” she finished for me.

I let out a breath. “And now you have all the facts …” Well, not all the facts.

I studied her face for a reaction, feeling like my heart was on a knife’s edge. Why did I care so much how she would react? She tilted her head, watching me as she chewed on her lip.

“What are you thinking?” I blurted out. “You can tell me.”

She released her lip along with a breath. “I’m not sure, with you, if a night would be enough…”

I groaned and tucked her into my arms. Her hair smelled like the vanilla cookies my mother used to bake. “I know what you mean.”

“What time do you leave Verona?” Her voice vibrated against my chest.

“Ten p.m. tomorrow night.”

“Which gives us less than twenty-four hours to try to make it…enough.”

I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were shiny with fear and exhilaration. “Really?” I asked. “Would one night be enough?”

She swallowed. “I don’t know. I just know I want…you.”

She wanted me. Not my surname. Not my money. Not my reputation, or my family’s power. Not for a walk on the wild side, or a chance to brag that she’d fucked a Tyrell.

Just…me.

I slid my fingers into hers. Electricity ran up my arm and into my body, kicking my heart into a racing pace. “Let’s get out of here.”

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