Page 57 of Broken Romeo

Her soft breasts pushed against me as her chest hitched with the gasp.

“It is,” she whispered back to me.

“Then show them what I had a glimpse of this past weekend.”

I pulled back from her ear, our hands pressed together, palm to palm.

I gave her an extra moment, in awe of the beautiful sight as she closed her eyes and drew a deep breath in through her nose, before releasing it through her relaxed, parted lips. When her eyes opened once more, I saw it—or rather, her. I saw Juliet, not Kate, standing in front of me.

It wasn’t until that very moment that I understood what Professor McCay was trying to get out of her. I thought her acting had been good before... and I supposed it had been. But good didn’t compare to this. Good didn’t compare to the complete transformation I witnessed right in front of my eyes, in my arms.

She was still Kate, only she wasn’t. Her posture was different. Shoulders back, regal and chin high with an air of royalty about her.

I cleared my throat and said my line again. “If my heart’s dear love—”

“Well, do not swear!” she exclaimed with such commitment, that I actually jerked back a little. With a brush of her index finger to my bottom lip, she shushed me with a single touch. Then, she continued to drag her fingernail, tracing across my bottom lip, circling up to the bow of my top lip as she spoke. “Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract tonight.”

No joy? I’ll give her no joy. McCay had given me permission after all, hadn’t she? If Holden couldn’t let himself feel for Kate, then Romeo could certainly love Juliet.

I curled my fingers around her hand and drew it to my lips, first kissing her knuckle before I took her index finger and nibbled the end. Her voice caught, knees giving out, and thank God for the hold I had around her waist, because I had to catch her, bear her weight in my arms.

She continued her monologue as I trailed gentle kisses up her arm and circled around until I was behind her.

I swept away the curtain of blonde hair from her shoulder and drew a line from the birthmark behind her ear down to the edge of her shoulder.

Gooseflesh lifted on her skin, and she shivered. “Good night, good night! As sweet repose and rest…”

I crept my arm around her torso and pulled her ass against me. With a slow pulse of my hips, I pushed my rigid cock against her and felt her gasp press her firm, flat stomach to my palm.

Fuck me. I was drowning in her. I was drowning and begging for more even as I was deprived of oxygen and being pulled into the dark depths of an ocean. I dropped my face into the curve of her neck and inhaled the sweet, floral scent pulsing at the hollow of her jaw. The scent was more intense here… I’d found the point at which she applies her perfume, whatever it is. I wanted it on me. I wanted to wake up smelling it beside me until the end of days.

Each erratic breath of hers was like an aphrodisiac to my senses.

“Come to thy heart as that within my breast,” she said.

My line was next, but I didn’t want to glance at my script. I didn’t want to tear my face from this hot, heady magnetic force that was Kate. I knew the scene vaguely well enough that I took a guess at what my next line was. Something about unsatisfied.

“Are you going to leave me so unsatisfied?” I murmured into the crook of her neck.

Dragging my hand up to the base of her ribcage, I stroked my thumb, catching the bottom swell of her breast. As she squirmed against me, wriggling that thin body of hers, her ass brushed my cock. She squeezed her thighs together in a needy, unsatiated motion I recognized immediately.

Images of her pink panties flashed through my mind. Feral thoughts of her dripping into those panties as she fidgeted and rubbed her thighs together.

And those panties would be mine soon enough. Mine to wrap around myself, fist in my hand while I rubbed her scent all over my cock.

I groaned as my lips came to her earlobe. I grazed my teeth against the sensitive skin, nibbling and sucking. The small of her back arched off my torso and she gasped, the sound loud enough to ring through the theater.

The moment resonated within me… I’d found her spot. The spot to make her squirm, writhe, and sing in my arms.

Reaching back, she fisted my hair and yanked my head away from her neck. Still pressing her back to my front, she twisted her neck to look at me from over her shoulder. “What satisfaction canst thou have tonight?”

Those plump, wet lips parted up at me, and fuck me, I wanted to kiss her. Romeo would kiss her, right? With a glance at my script, I read aloud, “The exchange of thy love’s faithful vow for mine.”

Her fingers tightened in my hair, pulling my face down to hers. “I gave thee mine before thou didst request it…”

Her eyes searched my face. It was still her line to say, but she went silent, her gaze settling on my mouth.

I dipped my chin, my lips brushing against hers in a kiss that wasn’t a kiss, but simply parted lips meeting and buzzing a hair’s breadth away from each other.

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