Page 67 of Resisting Royal

CHAPTER 34

ROYAL

The door clicking behind us was a burst in the silence that was smothering us. Bianca turned on her heels, her bare feet completely enveloped in the plush rug. “You could have let me know you were alright!”

I bit my lip, trying to fight a smile. “You missed me.”

“Absolutely not.” She glared at me, the fire in her eyes already having my cock stiffen.

“You worried,” I pointed out.

The fire blazed brighter. “Of course, I worried! You didn’t have the decency to call and let me know you were alive!”

“I’m fine.” I shrugged out of my soiled jacket and tossed it on a chair.

She spread her arms out in front of her. “Well, obviously, I can see that. But a simple text would have been appreciated.”

I took a step closer to her. She took a step back. “Amore, stop. No need to be sulky.”

“Pardon me?” Ah, maybe calling her sulky was the wrong thing to do?

“You’re pretty,” I offered.

Her teeth pulled at her lower lip before releasing it., the corner coming up a bit. “Do you tell all the girls that?”

“There are no other girls, only you,” I admitted, and this time when I took a step toward her, she didn’t back up.

“You’re such a sweet talker, Russo.” She licked her lips, and I followed the tip of her little pink tongue with my eyes.

“I’m honest.”

“You’re impossible.” Her breath caught as my fingers touched her lace encrusted hip.

I leaned in, burying my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent of pure perfection. “Would you want it any other way?”

I pulled back, my fingers wrapping around her chin, forcing her to look at me. Her eyes fluttered before locking with mine. “I don’t think I would.”

“That’s my girl.” I didn’t get a chance to say more, her lips crashed into mine, her hand coming up to hold my head in place. The kiss was searing, a scorching battle of teeth and tongues, lips, and pants.

Her lips left mine long enough for her to gasp, “Don’t ever do that again.”

“What?” My lips pulled back, then kissed down her cheeks to her neck.

Her head fell back to allow my lips more room. “Don’t ever make me worry if you’re alive or dead.”

I bit down. Hard. The assault caused her to jump. “If I died?”

I asked the question, almost afraid to know the answer. I knew what we had wasn’t exactly love, but I had lust for her. I wanted Bianca so bad that the desire I felt when I looked at her consumed me and threatened to make me combust.

Her hands found my hair again, pulling hard enough that it forced me to look at her. “I never want you dead. Even on the worst of days, Royal. You have to know that.”

Deep down, I did know that, but hearing her verbalize it—well, let’s just say it was a whole level of weight off my shoulders that I didn’t know was slowing me down. Without realizing I moved, my body slammed into hers, forcing her backward until her ass hit the dresser behind her, and she was pinned tightly against my hips. I couldn’t stop my lips from descending on hers if I tried, and honestly, I didn’t fucking want to. Not when she tasted this damn good and her need for me—or was it want?—rivaled my own desires.

Her legs wrapped around my hip as I lifted her up to sit on top of the dresser, my lips refusing to leave hers. She tasted sweet, like sugar cookies and heaven. Home, she tasted like home, and I’d never in my life consumed something of such bliss.

I rocked my hip forward, shamelessly grinding my cock into her center, catching her moans and giving her back my own. My palm skimmed upward, sliding under the green lace of her dress, bringing the material up to her hip, before fisting it in my palms and dragging it upward. She raised her arms and moved back just long enough that I could pull the material over her head. Her lips were on me again as her fingers worked frantically at the buttons of my shirt.

When she reached the last button, her palms buried underneath the material, pushing it off my shoulder until it hit the floor. Her fingers found my hips, her perfectly painted nails digging into my skin as she forced me to stop my movements. She pulled away from our kiss, holding still only a few moments before her fingers trailed a slow path from my hips to my belt buckle.

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