Page 17 of Star Crossed
Romeo leaned down and kissed her before she got a chance to think about things any more than she already had. Jules moaned in response and arched into him. Her lips parted to his, soft and hungry for more. Romeo knew he was already too far gone as he deepened the kiss and greedily took what she was offering.
JULES WAS IN trouble.
Romeo Wellings could kiss like nobody’s business, and it was messing with the good sense that was her God-given gift in this life. She couldn’t even remember what she’d been pissed off about before he’d cornered her and stole her words with all the hard-driving intensity that seemed to seep from his pores and obviously extended past his passion for fighting.
All she could focus on was that sweet taste of honey he left in her mouth and the smell of his expensive cologne invading her senses. All she could feel was that strong, heavy body of his pushing her against the door. Romeo’s hands slid into her hair as if they were made to be there. His fingers tightened in her blonde curls, and he used his grip to tilt her head and deepen the kiss. His tongue pushed into her mouth, and damned if she wasn’t letting him own it like it belonged to him.
A white-hot rush of pleasure shot straight between her legs, making all the fine hair on her arms stand on end from the sheer intensity of the moment. Surrendering was easy, because even out of her mind, Jules knew this was one of those rare moments that only came once in a lifetime, maybe twice if a soul was lucky. She wasn’t about to spend the rest of her days lying awake at night—regretting.
When Romeo did finally break the kiss, giving Jules a brief reprieve to find a way to breathe past the passion, his lips moved down to the curve of her neck. His tongue was hot and wet as he licked and kissed and teased, causing a shimmer of pleasure to dance over her skin.
Romeo slid one hand up her thigh and groaned, lifting his head to look at her when he reached the tiny clasp to her garter. Then he tugged on the garter snap, his voice low and demanding as he said, “Tell me.”
His gaze was still holding her captive. It was such an amazingly light shade of green. She felt mesmerized by the flecks of gold around the irises. She could barely speak past the hot rush of anticipation. “What’d you wanna hear?”
“That you want it.” His gaze finally broke from hers to glance down at the low dip in her dress that showed off the curves of her breasts. “I have to know you really need this from me. That you need it like I need it. ’Cause,Madonn’, I need it really bad, and I’m scared to come at you if you’re not there with me.”
A slow smile tugged at Jules’s lips as Romeo continued to ogle her tits. The waitress had been right; therewasan old-world charm to Romeo. His New York accent was suddenly extra thick, as if he’d spent time trying to smooth out his words for a more cultured air and had just lost complete grasp of himself.
“I need it,” she assured him as she reached out to stroke his hair, letting the shiny, inky-black strands slide through her fingers. “I’m hurting I need it so bad.”
That must have worked, because Romeo leaned into her once more, crushing her against the door. His other hand wrapped around her back, pressing her to him until she could feel the hard outline of his dick through his suit. He buried his face in the curve of her neck once more, licking and kissing, making Jules shift against him at the dance of ecstasy from those simple caresses.
Impatient, she started tugging at his jacket. Once she got it over his broad shoulders, Romeo shrugged it off and tossed it carelessly to the ground. Then Jules worked on his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons when he kissed her again.
This time his need was scorching, overwhelming to the point that Jules was consumed by it. His tongue pushed into her mouth, hard and possessive. His hands ran up her back and then pulled down the zipper to her dress. The straps slid to her upper arms, the material pooling in the front to expose the low-cut, black lace of her bra.
The clothes were a major nuisance, and they were frustrating the hell out of Jules. Romeo had on entirely too much, and she finally pushed away from him to resume the work of undressing him. She loosened his tie and then pulled it over his head, before tossing it aside to rest on top of his suit jacket. She worked quickly, efficiently pulling one button after another free and then jerking his shirt out of the waistband of his pants to finish the job.
Romeo wasn’t content to stand idly by while Jules stripped him down. He pushed the straps of her dress past her arms until the material bunched at her waist. Jules stopped the work on his shirt to push her dress off and made a move to finish undressing him, but he stopped her.
“Shhh.” Romeo grabbed both of her hands. His large fingers wrapped around her wrists as he pinned her against the door, trapping her. “Lemme just look at you for a second.”
Jules’s breathing was rapid. Her heart was beating fast and furious against her chest, but she didn’t fight his hold. The pause let her feel just how desperate the longing really was. The echo of her heartbeat throbbed between her legs, and she curved into him instinctively as he stared at her body, searing her skin with the passion in his hot gaze.
“You’re beautiful, Juliet.” He groaned, still studying her in front of him wearing nothing but sexy, black lingerie and high heels.
She couldn’t find a way to respond. She was mesmerized with how he looked standing there, restraining her hands. His shirt hung open, showing off the smooth, tanned contours of his powerful chest and the ridges of his hard abdominal muscles.
She felt like she was going up in flames, burning with the need to touch and feel everything all at once. She shifted again and tugged halfheartedly against his hold on her wrists, but the truth was she didn’t fight too hard. A part of Jules liked the idea of being held down by this big, powerful fighter who made her feel soft and feminine in a way she usually didn’t. As out of character as it was, she savored being forced to wait and ache for him, feeling every nuance of breath while she fought for sanity.
The very air crackled with the sexual energy vibrating between them. One wrong move threatened to set off a chain of events that could destroy what they both were before this moment—the danger, the lust, it was intoxicating. She’d lie to herself later, but in that moment she felt it, the fabric of her life being ripped open by this beautiful man, and all she did was stand there enjoying the ruin.
When he did let go of her hands, it was only to reach behind her and undo her bra. He pulled it off impatiently, making it obvious his attempt at slow indulgence had failed. He tossed the bra aside, his gaze landing on her bare tits, making Jules’s nipples pucker in anticipation. He bent down as his hands ran up her bare back, forcing her to curve into him. Jules moaned, her body tightening with eagerness for the first hot, wet feel of his mouth on her, and she wasn’t disappointed.
She threaded her fingers into his hair and held him there as he sucked one pink nipple into his mouth. The way his teeth lightly scraped against it, the rumble of his groan against her breast, it collided inside Jules, making the moment completely visceral. Her entire being respond to him as if it was instinctual—a force of attraction so overwhelming that denying it never even entered her mind.
Romeo moved over to the other breast, sucking on the taut nipple with the same starved appreciation, and Jules found herself weak-kneed in response. When he slid his hand past the lining of her panties without an ounce of warning, she had to let go of his hair and clutch at his shoulders.
He moaned from the feel of her, stroking and exploring Jules for a few agonizing moments before he pushed two thick fingers deep inside her. She was tight from going so long without sex. It almost hurt, but she savored the ache as Romeo curved his fingers upward to find that sweet spot inside Jules that made her cry out.
“Shit, you feel good.” Romeo licked his way up to the curve of her neck as he fingered her. His breathing was sharp and raspy as he whispered in her ear, “How hard is it to get you off?”
“Not hard.” Jules panted while pushing her hips against his hand, helping him. “I’m close. I’ve been on edge all night.”
The sexual tension from dinner had her wound so tightly she felt like she’d shatter at any moment. She tilted her head to the side as Romeo’s thick fingers pushed in and out, fucking her with a distinctive rhythm that pulled small, choked sobs of pleasure out of Jules with every stroke.
“Get off on my fingers.” Romeo breathed against her flushed skin as he started rubbing his palm hard against the folds hiding her clit, making Jules gasp from the dual sensation. “I wanna see you come. Do it for me, and I’ll get you off with my mouth next. You want that, Juliet? You want me to taste and tease you until you’re coming against my lips?”
