Page 11 of Mocha Kisses

Luna melts against me as I twirl her around, holding her close and tight as if she’ll disappear. I’ve dreamt of this moment one too many times—maybe not a reunion in my father’s café—but a reunion nonetheless. She’s more beautiful than all the pictures and I can’t wait till she lets me explore every last curve. Her backpack is in the way and I tell myself that maybe I’ll be the man who gives her enough safety to ditch it.

For now, I’ll enjoy her softness in my arms.

“Kiss me, Rome.”

At first, I think I mishear her but then petite fingers are pulling me down toward her face, her lips brushing against mine. She’s waiting for me to take charge and fuck, if she’s giving me permission, I absolutely will.

“Don’t tempt me, sweetheart.” My voice is a few octaves deeper than I intended as our dancing comes to an end. Slowly, I walk her back to a wall, staring down at her. I know she can feel the full length of my arousal as I press it against her belly, her true height becoming apparent as she sags against the wall.

Goddess, she’s adorable.

“I wouldn’t tempt you if I didn’t want it, Rome.” She whispers my name and it's like honey on her tongue.

Luna

Romekisseslikenoone else I’ve ever met. Passionate and full of life, supping from me like a man starved. I can’t help but give in, my fingers curling into his shirt until it’s not close enough and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. I raise onto the tips of my toes, moaning when his tongue drags along my bottom lip, requesting access.

Willingly, I part my lips and he dives in, his hands sliding down to the back of my thighs and gathering me up until my legs are wrapped around his hips. In this position, I can feel every hard ridge of this man pressed against me, including the thickness between his legs rubbing against the crotch of my jeans.

What surprises me most is how effortlessly Rome picked me up. Not many men have attempted after taking one glance at my love handles and the few that have tried to suppress their grunts while veins pop on their forehead. Not the prettiest sight. Rome, though, isn’t even struggling.

He draws another moan from me when I feel metal swipe across my tongue.He’s pierced there too?I take a moment to do my own exploring, running my tongue along his lip rings, and then start sucking on the bar through his tongue while sifting my fingers into his short hair. God, everything about this man is glorious.

Rome pulls away from the wall and we start moving but I refuse to stop kissing him until he’s laying me down on a small couch in the back. The leather cushions are covered by a thick duvet, a frown spreading across my face. “You sleep back here?”

He shrugs. “Occasionally, when I need to get a full batch out for the college kids or something.” Rome reaches down, his arms crossed as he pulls at the hem of his shirt and tugs it over his head. That shouldn’t be so fucking sexy but I’m immediately distracted by the knicks and scars across his chest. A gasp tears from my throat as I sit up, running my fingers across his lower torso. Tears gather at the corner of my eyes when he threads his fingers through my right hand. “Sweetheart, don’t cry for me.” His other hand moves to cup my cheek. “We all have our secrets. Our demons and our pasts that we fight to forget.”

“Did it hurt?” I whisper.

“At the time. Sweetheart, I’m not worth your tears.” He bends down and places a kiss on my left eye and then my right, tasting the salt of my unshed tears. Rome gently lays me down, placing my hand beside me before his goes to the hem of my shirt. I tense and scramble from beneath him, pulling my knees to my chest and wrapping my arms around my legs. Rome takes a step back, his hands raised, worry laced in his expression. “Luna, we don’t have to do anything. Let me pack up-”

“No, I just need the lights off.” My bottom lip wobbles as I try to keep the tears from falling. Rome is every bit of the distraction I need right now to get out of my head. “You said we all have demons. This is mine.”

Rome offers me a sweet smile before nodding and walking over to the doorway to flip the switch. A soft glow from the front spills in but not enough for him to see the damage beneath my shirt. Most of it is embarrassingly self-inflicted from all of the times I caught myself running from the men after me. My body sports the nightmares of every fall, every time I cut a corner a little too close, and the few near-death experiences I don’t want to relive. I slowly slide off my backpack and place it on the floor, turning it so that the glow-in-the-dark charm faces me. This has to be the oddest hookup he’s had but Rome doesn’t seem the least bit bothered.

Or he’s just a hot-blooded male looking for some companionship.

I’ll take the distraction anyway I can get it.

A few deep breaths later, I’m pulling off my shirt and undoing the clasp of my bra, Rome kneeling beside the couch as his fingers work the buttons on my pants. He begins tugging them down my legs, all while silence wraps me up in a warm cocoon. It doesn’t feel forced or uncomfortable with him, even though I only met Rome a few hours ago.

When his long, elegant fingers settle on my thighs, my breath hitches in my throat. “Rome, you don’t have to-” Not one of my other hookups has even thought of doing what he’s about to.

“Sweetheart, neither one of us has to do anything but I’ve been smitten since I caught you nearly drinking that poor excuse of a coffee in Ms. Elrod’s place. I can only imagine how sweet you taste after sharing a kiss. Will you let me indulge my sweet tooth?” Rome meets my gaze and grins. I can just make out the excitement in his face and despite the earrings and tattoos, he reminds me of Griffin—all sunshine and happiness.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Good girl, now lay back for me.” Rome’s hands slide up my thighs, caressing the thickness of my legs. It feels like he’s worshiping me rather than running to a finish line and I can’t help but widen my legs when his hands move farther up. Two fingers swipe up across my cloth panties and I groan, thinking about how unsexy this moment probably is. I don’t own lingerie anymore. It’s highly improbable when I have to run and I fucking hate thong wedgies.

My thoughts scramble as he presses two fingers against my clit and I squirm, grabbing his wrist to apologize for what I’m wearing. “Rome-” I cut myself off, not sure what to say. I’ve never been this fucking shy during a hookup in my entire life. And that’s when I realize that this doesn’t feel like a hookup. It feels like something more, heavier, something that might last more than just tonight.

“Don’t be ashamed, Luna. I will eat you out and fuck you just fine despite what clothes you have on. And who am I to judge if you dress for comfort or show? I can’t imagine wearing a thong is comfortable on a plane ride.”

His words are unexpected which cause me to relax, Rome taking the chance to pull my panties to the side and swipe his fingers through my lips. A little moan slips from me as he repeats the motion before stuffing his face there and running his tongue through my folds. My back arches off the couch as my fingers instinctively move into his hair, tugging the short strands with the force of the orgasm he rips from me. Wetness gushes from my pussy and I cringe at how embarrassingly fast I just came.

Rome pulls away smacking his lips with a silly grin plastered on his face. “You taste as sweet as I thought you would, sweetheart, and seeing you pent up enough to explode on my face?Perfection.Now, let me get another one of those before I feel your pussy grip my cock in a vice.” His words have me squirming as he dives in for another taste, his tongue ramping me up even though my first orgasm has barely subsided.

I’m confused and turned on, all whilst trying to catch my breath. Have I really been that pent-up? With everything that’s happened in the last 24 hours, I can see why but god, that was embarrassing and yet Rome took that in stride as well.

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