Page 69 of Clueless Romeo

I swallowed hard, pushing past the lump in my throat. My nostrils flared as I breathed out. "That's not fair. Why couldn't you have said that yesterday instead of backing out? You left me there to come out on my own after I told you I needed you there."

"Because I was an idiot and panicked. There's no other reason. I own it, and I swear to you, I'll never do anything like that ever again. You give me a chance, and I will be at your side through everything." Sincerity glowed in his stormy-blue eyes. "Just tell me it's not too late, and that I haven't fucked up so bad I can't win you back. Please."

Please.The word was filled with an intense ache that mirrored the hurt that had gripped my heart since he'd left.

The crosswalk sign had changed many times, but I could still feel all eyes on us. I snatched his hand, and dragged Roman back the way we came, to a chorus of whistles coming from the group who'd been watching. Once we stepped back into the alley, I dropped his hand. "You can't say shit like that if you don't mean them.Reallymean them, Cupid. This isn't a game or one of your stupid bets that you just want to win."

I grunted when I was met with the full force of his strength, my back pressed against a wooden fence as he caged me between his arms. His body was pressed flush with mine, and the adrenaline coursing through my veins from the argument surged higher. "What are you doing?" I whispered.

"I'll keep saying it until you believe me, damn it." His chest rose and fell, a rapid rhythm as he sucked in air and breathed it out. "I. Love. You. Every fiber in my being is screaming that you belong to me, and I want you to claim me back. I want the entire fucking world to know it."

His words were everything I wanted to hear, but I didn't know how to respond. I simply stared at him, blinking and waiting for…something.

"Please," Roman whispered and leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips. "Please," he murmured again. "I know I don't deserve you, but please let me try. I will literally do anything. Want me on my knees? I'll do it. Need me to buy an ad on a fucking billboard to tell everyone that I belong to you? Done without hesitation."

He was serious. I could tell by how he stared at me, waiting on me to lay down my terms. "Okay."

"Billboard or knees?" he asked, and my lips twitched.

"You're insane, you know that?"

"Insanely in love with you. Are you going to give me a chance?" he whispered. I could only nod, and Roman breathed out a long breath, briefly closing his eyes. "Thank you."

His mouth crashed down on mine, desperation in his touch as he ran his hands over my sides and around my back, holding me close. He traced his tongue along my lips, and the second I parted them, he slipped his tongue along mine, drawing a deep groan from my chest.

Kissing Roman was like a match set to gasoline, a raging fire hopeless to contain. I wanted him in every way, and my body lit up from his touch when he lifted his hand to my neck, cradling it in his palm.

He hummed in approval when a moan escaped from my mouth into his. Roman's hard body pressed harder against mine, and I instinctually rolled my hips. His cock was hard, and a desperate need to have him inside me clawed to the surface. I tore my mouth from his, panting, "You better not back out again."

He shook his head while attempting to catch his breath. "Never again. I swear it. You are mine, and I'm yours."

It was a promise I believed because the truth was written all over his face. So I nodded. "Then I guess you better take me to your bed."

"Fucking gladly." The breath Roman released was full of relief before he snatched my hand and tugged me toward the house through the alley with the same urgency racing through my blood. I wanted him. No, Ineededhim.

We passed my door and then stopped just long enough at his for him to jam his key in the lock and fling it open. He turned before walking inside, eyes locked on mine, filled with scalding heat. "You one hundred percent sure you want this?"

"Shut up, Roman. If I didn't want it, I wouldn't be here." I pushed him through the door, kicked it shut, and flipped the lock. "Upstairs, Cupid."

"Fuck," he cursed and once again took my hand.

I didn't need prompting as he took off up the stairs, nearly sprinting. I matched his pace, and we stumbled into his apartment. My tongue grew thick as he whipped his shirt over his head, revealing miles of ink-covered skin that drove me crazy. Reaching over my shoulder, I gripped my sleeveless shirt and slowly pulled it over my head, tossing it to the ground.

Roman's eyes drank me in, starved as he licked his lips. His voice was raspy, whispering, "The rest of it. I want you naked in my bed."

Kicking off my shoes, I tucked my fingers into the band of my shorts and boxer briefs, lowering them at the same time until they pooled at my feet before stepping out of them.

Roman's swallow was audible as his gaze lowered to my hard cock. He licked his lips. "You're always fucking leaking for me, baby, and it drives me insane."

"Then I guess you better ditch the clothes and show me what you're going to do about it." My voice was nothing more than a weathered rasp.

His gaze grew molten as he slipped the button of his jeans free and lowered his zipper. "I want you to fuck me, CJ."

Fire blazed up my spine at the thought of sinking my cock into his tight asshole. But the words surprised me because, after everything we'd done, that was the one thing we hadn't explored. "You sure?"

He tugged his jeans off, standing before me on full display as he wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking once. "I want to feel you inside me, CJ."

My balls drew tight, and I squeezed the base of my cock to keep from embarrassing myself. I barely managed to choke out, "On your bed. Hands and knees."

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