Page 40 of Bae

“I got it,” he said. “I better go see if Ives needs anything.”

“I need my kid, Rome,” B said, going over and swinging Nova up in the air. Romeo waved to her as she watched him over B’s shoulder. Her attention was immediately diverted when Braeden bounced them out the door. Her laughter floated behind them.

Romeo stepped toward me and snagged me around the waist. “Ever do it in a castle?” He wagged his eyebrows at me suggestively.

“One filled with air?” I joked. “No.”

The next thing I knew, he fell backward, bringing me with him. His back sank into the floor, and I sprawled across his chest.

I rubbed my hand over the side of his jaw and went in fast for a kiss. I pressed my lips wholly against his, looking for all the contact I could get. He groaned and wrapped both arms around me and rolled.

His weight pressed me into the floor, creating a cocoon around us, as his tongue wrapped around mine. Small sounds vibrated the back of my throat as my hands strained against his back and tugged at his shirt.

We kissed without lifting our mouths, changing direction by sliding our lips one way, then another. I explored him deeply, seeking something I didn’t quite understand but knowing with him was the only place I would find it.

His body moved against mine, and it was like a spark to my chest. Like a jolt to a drained battery. I groaned, my head fell to the side, but Romeo kept kissing. His lips moved across my jaw, trailing over my neck and down so he could lick over the lacey strap of my bra.

“Romeo.” I sighed, wrapping one leg around his hip.

He chuckled.

“What?” I asked, my voice breathless.

He lifted his head. “I think someone is missing what I didn’t give her last night.”

“You must not remember last night too clearly, then,” I purred, rubbing my hand up his back. “Because I recall getting an awful lot.”

The backs of his fingers brushed over my cheek, and he smiled down. He still did it. He still looked at me like I was all he saw, like I was the sun and the moon all wrapped up into one.

A little of the panic I’d been struggling to shake since I woke up slipped away. Romeo made me feel so full of love that there just wasn’t room for all the anxiety trying to take over.

“You liked it,” he said, smug.

“So did you.” I could be smug, too.

Last night after the bonfire, we’d escaped to our room, and I got in the shower to wash away the scent of burning wood. Of course, I didn’t get in the shower alone. Things got heated, as they always did with Romeo. But we didn’t have sex.

He’d told me in a rather brazen and sexy way he wanted me to come across his tongue so he could taste it. He made it impossible to deny. His lips, his tongue… the pressure of his mouth when he sucked. It was my undoing.

I thought maybe once I’d come apart, he’d slide into me like he always did. Instead, he lay down beside me, gathering me close.

When I glanced up with questions in my eyes, he’d smiled. “No sex. Just play.”

I kinda liked the idea of just playing, so I slid down his body and did just that. He wasn’t the only one who had the pleasure of making someone come across his tongue.

“You miss me,” he said, bringing me out of last night’s memory and back into the bounce castle.

“Always,” I whispered.

“Why are you trembling, baby?”

“Because of you.”

“You were shaking before I even touched you.” His lips brushed across mine briefly.

“Today makes me think about Evie.” I confided, squeezing my eyes shut. “It’s just…”

“Hard.” He finished, understanding in his tone.

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