Page 56 of Romeo

Was that a problem?

Not in her eyes.

She doubted it would be in his, either.

Most likely he’d be amused over the fact she could get off so quickly and without much effort.

Was it like that with everyone? Absolutely not. But there was something about Romeo…

Ooooh. Helloooo.

As expected, an orgasm ripped through her, making her gasp and rock herself over his steely length.

What she hadn’t expected was it to be that intense.

“For fuck’s sake,” he groaned the second he ripped his mouth free from hers. Holding her hips, he jammed his face between her cotton-covered breasts. Was it to hide his rapid panting? “So fuckin’ hard right now.”

He certainly was. It had to be uncomfortable.

Wrapping her arms around his head, she pinned him to her chest as tiny aftershocks continued from her powerful climax.

“Need this off you,” came muffled from her T-shirt. “Need everythin’ off you. Like fuckin’ yesterday.”

She wanted to see every inch of him, too.

Her memory of what he looked like had faded over the last half a decade. It was time to refresh that memory. The one she had compared every man to for the first couple of years afterward and was disappointed when they didn’t measure up.

“Are we going to have sex on the couch?” She hoped not.

He only hesitated for a heartbeat. “Fuck that. Want you spread naked on my bed.”

Using a bed got her vote, too.

His thighs were almost as rock hard as his cock. “You feel tense.”

“Tryin’ not to blow a goddamn load in my fuckin’ jeans. You comin’ like that…” He huffed out a breath. “For fuck’s sake…”

He pulled his face away from her. Oh yes, he appeared a bit tortured. She was surprised he wasn’t sprinting for the loft.

“Would carry you up but don’t wanna fall down those fuckin’ stairs and die.”

“Not dying sounds like a solid plan,” she agreed.

One side of his mouth pulled up. “Figured it would.”

He surged to his feet at the same time cradling her in his arms as if she weighed nothing, despite knowing for a fact she weighed something. A whole bunch of somethings.

She hooked an arm around this thick, corded neck and grabbed one of his bulging biceps as he carried her the short distance across the room. While she wanted to avoid tumbling down the steps to her death, she also didn’t want to hit the tile floor, either.

The second he reached the base of the steps; he dropped her to her feet. “Get upstairs before I fuck you right here on the floor.”

She wrinkled her nose. “The floor’s dirty.”

“Right. Get the fuck upstairs, then.”

When she reached the third step, he slapped her ass hard, making her lurch forward and her heart do a somersault in her chest. She clung to the wooden banister by her nails. “Rome, don’t! I don’t want to fall.”

“You do, gonna catch you.”

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