Page 78 of Too Hard to Resist

‘Ghost?’

‘Y’know, the film with Demi Moore. There’s a scene where she’s doing some pottery and Patrick Swayze’s character comes behind her and helps.’

‘And what happens next?’

‘They start kissing,’ I said, my heartbeat racing.

‘Really?’ he said. ‘And is that something that you would like to happen?’

‘I wouldn’t say no…’ Desire bubbled under my skin.

‘But does that mean you would sayyes? I must be sure.’

‘Yes,’ I said through a ragged breath.

Romeo didn’t say a word. The silence seemed to stretch for an eternity and I almost regretted mentioning it because I was worried he’d say it wasn’t a good idea.

But when he stepped forward so his hard body was pressed against my back, my brain short-circuited.

‘Oh, God,’ I moaned as he peppered soft kisses across my neck, then along my collarbone. ‘That feels so good.’

His lips travelled up to my cheeks and as his warm, sweet breath tickled my skin every atom in my body sprang to life.

I pushed my bum into him and when I felt his hard length pressed against me, I groaned again.

Romeo moved his hands and body away and I instantly missed the contact. But then he lifted my palms away from the clay, spun me around then crashed his mouth onto mine.

The kiss was hot, hungry and passionate. A desperate collision of lips, like we’d been waiting to do this for years instead of just days.

My mouth parted and Romeo slid his tongue inside. As it thrashed against mine, my arms snaked around his waist, pulling him into me. I wanted to feel him.

His hard-on pressed against my stomach and I swear a dam burst in my knickers.

I gripped his arse.

‘Fuck me, Romeo. Please. I want you.’

Romeo’s clay-covered hands moved from my back, brushing the fabric of the T-shirt covering my arse before sliding underneath.

‘I am glad you did not wear the trousers,’ he said as his hands travelled up my thighs, before dipping between my legs. As he slid his fingers over my damp knickers, I bucked against his hand. ‘You are so wet, Sammie. I love it. If I did not have clay over my hands, I would slide my fingers inside you.’

‘You don’t have clay on your dick, so why don’t you slide that inside me instead?’ I panted.

A mischievous grin touched Romeo’s lips.

‘Are you sure that is what you want?’

‘Positive. But hurry up, please. The thought of you fucking me here is turning me on so much it won’t take much for me to come. Do you have a condom?’

‘Sì, in my wallet, but our hands are covered in clay.’

‘Yeah… that probably won’t go well with latex. Stay there. I like the idea of you keeping your hands like that, so I’ll clean mine.’

I raced over to wash my hands, used some wipes I spotted by the sink then washed them again.

After taking Romeo’s wallet out of his shorts pocket, I found the foil packet.

‘Permission to undress you, kind sir,’ I said in a posh accent as I tried to hide my excitement.

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