Page 19 of Bae

It was damn good to be home.

Rimmel

There was nothing like being kissed by Romeo.

Trying to explain what he did to me was like trying to describe just how big the universe really was.

It was impossible.

There was power in his kiss. The kind of power that left not one inch of me untouched. The unfiltered authority and hunger in his body reached deep, beckoning every last piece of me, no matter how small.

We weren’t strangers to one another anymore. The years we’d shared made sure of that. Now my body knew him, understood exactly how to fit against chest, exactly how far to tilt back to allow him in the deepest. I relished the roughness of his tongue versus the silkiness of his lips and the low growling sounds he always made when we’d been apart awhile but were finally back together.

Romeo was never in a hurry when he kissed. He always took his fill of me, but never without giving everything he got. He only drew back when he sensed I was no longer really present. Instead, I was drowning in the depths of the tangled web he’d woven me in.

With immediate protest, my body followed his as he eased away. Even though his mouth didn’t lower again, the arms around me tightened, bringing me even closer, causing extra friction at my center when it rubbed against his toned waist. My teeth bit into my lower lip, and he laughed beneath his breath.

Romeo knew the exact effect he had on me. I couldn’t hide it if I tried (good thing I never tried).

He carried me through the kitchen, past the massive, muted-turquoise island and under the stone archway to the wide sliding glass doors that opened onto the deck. He whistled as he walked, and both dogs clambered along after him.

When they were outside and the brisk autumn air mingled with the warmer air around us, he moved swiftly, catching me off guard and shaking loose some of the after make-out haze I was still wrapped in.

My back hit the glass door, and I made a sound because even through the sweats, I felt the cool temperature of the glass. It woke me up, and despite the chill in the air, my blood began to simmer.

Romeo used his large, powerful body to pin me there, my legs still wound tight around his waist. Both his substantial hands flattened on the glass on either side of my head, and I shivered in anticipation. I liked being surrounded by him.

He always made me feel entirely shielded, and it was his protective streak that called to me on a wholly basic level. Maybe it was because I’d often felt weak in life; maybe it was because I’d always been so in control of how I lived… It didn’t matter.

I loved it.

When I was with him like this, I didn’t mind being small. I didn’t even mind feeling a little weak. His protection, the way his large body hovered over mine in the most intimate and promising way, was addictive.

I sensed rather than saw his fingers flex against the glass, and my tongue glided out to wet my lips while his bright-blue eyes gazed at me as if they’d never seen me before.

“I don’t like being away from you, Smalls,” he said, gruff.

“You’re here now,” I whispered.

He pushed the glasses up off my face, over my head like a headband, then returned his hands to the glass. His hips thrust upward, and my body slid up the door. My hands moved to his shoulders, my fingertips digging in.

“I got you, baby,” he vowed, leaning in to nuzzle my neck.

He must have thought I was gripping him for balance or worry I’d somehow end up on the floor. I wasn’t. I was holding on because the sensation of the stiffest part of him teasing the softest part of me left me reeling.

Goose bumps prickled my scalp as Romeo’s lips whispered over my neck. The full width of his tongue licked slowly beneath my ear, causing my head to fall back.

“Why are we still down here?” I half moaned.

“If we lived alone, I’d take you right here, right now,” he replied, scraping his teeth over my earlobe. “I’d press your naked body against this wall of glass and leave behind not only our fingerprints, but smudges from every last part of you.”

My lips vibrated. Images of what he just spoke of flashed behind my eyelids, so vibrant and vivid it was almost like a show of lights. The grip my thighs had on his waist went slack. I didn’t stiffen or try to recover. There was no need. He took my weight with ease, pulling us back off the door and striding through the house to the stairs.

Up in our room, he kicked the door closed and once again pinned me against the wall. This time, my shirt was ripped away, and his lips fixed onto my breast with skin-searing warmth.

I sighed and gripped his head, pushing him closer as I arched into his ministrations and whispered for him to suck deeper. He did, and pleasant pain bloomed at my core; little twinges of desire jolted between my legs and sent shockwaves into my lower abs.

Eventually, he relinquished my flesh, and I sank toward the floor in a quivering mass of give-me-an-orgasm-now. I made it to my knees before recovering enough to hook my fingers in his waistband and relieve him of everything covering his lower half.

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