Page 61 of His Juliet

“I want more,” I breathed.

“Good girl. If we’re going to keep going, though, I’m going to need us to turn off the TV because I am not fucking you to the Mario Kart soundtrack.”

Laughter burst out of me and he joined in, pulling me flush with his chest as we both shook.

“It would be memorable,” I said.

“As if I could ever forget this.”

His tone was so sincere it took my breath away. Before I could say anything, he gripped the back of my thighs and stood from the couch, making me squeal.

“Put me down,” I cried, my arms and legs tightening around him.

“Nah, I don’t think so. I like having you like this.” He jiggled me in his arms, which just made my pussy grow wetter as it rubbed against his cock.

Romeo put his muscular arms to use when he somehow bent down and grabbed the TV remote. I let out another squeak, clutching at his body, convinced he was going to drop me. But I stayed securely in his arms as he turned off the TV before walking the three steps to my bed.

He sat down with me straddling him.

Romeo was on my bed. The teeny tiny bed I’d gotten from some foster kid charity. I couldn’t understand how this man was here, how his world and mine could possibly collide, but here he was. Looking at me like I was something special.

“You’re so beautiful.” His fingers tugged at the bottom of my sweatshirt and pulled it off, leaving me in my black tank top. He smirked, his hand immediately cupping my breast. “Fuck, I knew you weren’t wearing a bra. You’re so sexy.”

He tugged at the bottom of my tank top, and I lifted my arms. It wasn’t like he didn’t know what my body looked like, but sitting here, all my rolls exposed, made me want to run and hide. But then I saw the heated look in his eyes, felt the reverent, desperate way his hands ran up and down my sides. He groaned and leaned forward, capturing my nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. I arched into him with a little cry.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Let go.”

He took my other nipple in his mouth, gently nipping it. The pain went straight to my clit and I resumed grinding against him, desperately wishing we didn’t have layers of clothes between us. My shy hands reached under his shirt. He helped me pull it off, revealing a golden, muscular chest. My breasts pressed against his bare skin, the heat of him sending shivers through me and hardening my nipples.

His lips moved up my body until he was cradling my head and kissing my lips. He was so warm, such a contrast to the cold draft seeping through my windows.

I let out an involuntary moan as he moved us, flipping me on my back. His hands were at my waistband and I froze, knowing the mess of scars he would find if he continued.

“Wait.”

Romeo stopped immediately, his hands going to my hips and squeezing.

“Can we…” I cleared my throat, trying to find my words. “Can you turn the lights off?”

His hands flexed against my skin and he moved over me so his face was level with mine.

“I want to see you.” His voice was intense, and for the first time in a long time, maybe I wanted to be seen. But the risk was too great right now. If he saw my scars, would he be disgusted?

“Please,” I whispered.

His jaw ticked. “If that’s what you need. But next time, I want to see you.” His expression was stern, and I nodded. A thrill of anxiety and excitement ran through me—anxiety at the idea of Romeo seeing me fully and excitement that he had saidnext time.

The room was bathed in darkness as he turned the lights off and returned to the bed. This was better, safer, but I regretted not being able to see him anymore. The faint moonlight through the window backlit his large frame. He dragged my sweatpants down and ran his hands up my bare skin until he got to my panties. He pressed his face against them, breathing in with a groan.

“You smell so fucking good.” His words dispelled any of my anxiety about having his facethere, and I whimpered as I grew even wetter.

He placed hot kisses up and down the inside of my thighs until I was begging for more.

“That’s my girl. So greedy for my touch.”

He didn’t hesitate to pull my underwear down, leaving me bare. I breathed in sharply, my heart pounding at being so exposed. A thread of panic worked through my chest and I forced myself to keep my breathing even. But then he reached up, smoothing his hand down my body, and my tension released.

This was Romeo.

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