Page 55 of Star Crossed
Chapter Ten
Romeo’s hand landed on her leg first. His open palm warm through her stockings, his thumb caressing the inside curve of her thigh beneath her short skirt. Then it rose higher, fingering the clasp to her garter.
“Did you wear these for me?”
Jules turned to look at him, seeing the desire on his handsome face before putting her attention back to the road. She wasn’t even ashamed to admit, “Yes, I did.”
He leaned into her then, as if waiting one more second was impossible, and kissed the curve of her neck. That big palm slid higher on her thigh, his fingers running over her panties as his other hand slipped beneath the low-cut line of her jacket, cupping one of her tits through her blouse. His thumb teased the nipple that was puckered tightly with excitement.
Jules’s stomach clenched, a moan slipped out of her, and she had to narrow her vision down to the curves of the road to keep from crashing. She was suddenly very grateful for her father’s driving lessons, where every car ride was treated like a high-speed police chase because operating a vehicle under extreme distraction meant she needed tightly honed reflexes.
Romeo’s mouth moved lower, warm breath tickling the curve of her breast as he tugged her top down. Thank God they’d pulled off the main stretch and were following the curve of a small, back road that took them to the house. Even if no one was likely to see them, Jules still needed to get parked and be done with the responsibility of driving, because she felt like she was going to combust from the sexual frustration.
When she turned down the long driveway that led to the lake house, Romeo’s hand was inside her bra, caressing bare skin, squeezing her nipple as he whispered dark, naughty things against her skin. Less and less in English, more in Italian and Jules knew he was far gone. He usually switched languages when he got really worked up, which made her think he was saying things he didn’t want her to understand, and she was okay with that because he sounded sexy as hell doing it.
She pulled to a stop in front of the big, beautiful lake house, one of Terry’s biggest projects. She turned off the car, and then she ran both hands through Romeo’s shiny black hair, fisting it, and tugging until he raised his head. She forced his mouth to hers, starved for him, swallowing his low groan as they finally connected.
They kissed hotly, teeth clashing, tongues brushing, as if both of them wanted everything at once. Jules blindly reached for the buckle to her seat belt and struggled to slip out of it. Then she pushed Romeo away only to crawl over him in the passenger seat.
His hands ran up her thighs, pushing her skirt up. Then he grabbed her hips, forcing her tightly against the hard outline of his dick through his jeans, and a little gasp of longing slipped out of her. Feeling his erection nestled between her thighs, the smell of his expensive cologne, his hands on her, Jules was so turned on she became pliant when he fisted a hand in her long hair and brought her lips back to his.
She opened to his domination, letting his tongue possess her mouth like she wanted him to possess her body. They moved against each other in passion-starved desperation, and it became obvious that Jules was actually going to get off on it. She forced her hips tighter against his, shamelessly rubbing herself against the steel of his cock, which was straining for freedom beneath his jeans.
The friction was making choked gasps of pleasure burst out of Jules between the hot, fervent kisses. Romeo started helping, using his hold on her hips to push her tighter against him, and she finally had to stop kissing him. She buried her face in the curve of his neck, her fingers digging into his shoulders beneath his leather jacket. Romeo’s head fell back against the seat, broken phrases of Italian bursting out of him as they dry fucked each other.
When Jules shuddered, her fingernails cutting ridges into his skin even through his T-shirt, she didn’t just climax violently; she dragged Romeo down with her. He didn’t want it, his cursing told her that, but something about the two of them getting off on each other through clothes and friction was one of the most sexually potent things Jules had ever experienced.
While they were both still shaking from the pleasure, Jules placed her fingers over his lips to calm his complaints. “Shh, it’s good.” She panted and then licked at the curve of his neck, tasting the salty tang of sweat on her tongue. “Don’t make it bad, okay? This is us. It’s perfect.”
Romeo’s breathing was harsh, his body tense, but finally he rasped, “Okay.”
His big arms wrapped around her, pulling her into a hug, and Jules moaned at how amazing it felt to be held by him. Tears sprang to her eyes as she hid her face in the place between his neck and shoulder and confessed what she’d known for a while now, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Good thing,” Romeo choked out, his hold on her tightening to the point that it was almost hard to breathe. “’Cause IknowI’m in love with you.”
They sat there in the quivering silence, their confessions stretching out in front of them like a long, treacherous road, but Jules refused to feel bad about it. Right now it was just the two them, completely alone, and nothing else in the world seemed to matter but being together.
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Romeo was sure the house was nice, but he hadn’t bothered to notice. His thoughts were scattered in a million different directions, and the only thing that anchored him to earth was Jules.
He was completely focused on her, especially now that they’d ended up naked and in the shower. For the first time in a long time, Romeo didn’t even know where the hell his phone was, which was strange after carrying it around like a lifeline for almost two months to keep him connected to Jules. He didn’t need it now. She was in his arms, naked and wet, pressed against him because separating was impossible for them.
Strangely, as he kissed her, he thought about Nova’s constant bitching about integrity and how pointless it was in the face of living for the moment and experiencing everything life had to offer. Romeo got it now. If he had been with Jules before that fight with Clay, he would’ve thrown the title just to ensure spending one more day, one moment, one second longer in her arms. Fuck giving Frankie an excuse to shove a gun in Romeo’s face and do what he’d been threatening to do for over ten years.
Jules pulled away from Romeo, long, wet strands of blonde hair clinging to her neck and shoulders as she stared up at him hungrily. “Will you lemme do something?”
“I’ll let you do whatever the hell you want.” He gave a breathless laugh as he reminded her, “If it turns you on, it turns me on too.”
Jules smiled, looking pleased. She reached up, tracing the pad of her finger over his face, the line of his jaw, the scar in his eyebrow, and then reverently over his lips. She pushed his wet hair away from his face before she placed a kiss against his collarbone. Her hands ran down to his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, trailing lower over his abs, fingers running over the deep ridges. Then her lips were following the same path, and Romeo swallowed hard because he knew where this was going.
Jules fell to her knees on the shower floor, and Romeo’s stomach clenched in anticipation as he looked at her kneeling in front of him. Her gaze was filled with desire that was easy to read, the smudges of black mascara beneath long eyelashes making her eyes seem an even lighter shade of blue. They sparkled under the fluorescent light, mesmerizing him when he realized all that want was directed at him.
One hand cupped his ass, her fingernails digging into muscled flesh as she smiled teasingly. “You sure this turns you on?” she asked, though she knew it did.
Romeo nodded mutely when his voice had abandoned him. His cock jerked with anticipation, and Jules noticed. She cupped the length of his hard dick, her fingers wrapping around him and stroking in a way that had him squeezing his eyes shut from the surge of molten pleasure it caused. It was almost too much, and a part of him wanted to fight against losing himself completely. It felt like he couldn’t ache any harder or hunger any more.
Then she put her mouth on him.
