Page 28 of Forbidden Romeo

The only thing that matters is the feeling of him inside of me again and again and again. The sounds of him coming undone. Every groan, every breath sends shivers of delight down my spine.

Suddenly he grabs my neck again and pulls me in closer. His mouth crashes against mine as he shivers and finds his own release.

I reach up and hang onto his neck, holding him there. We pant together in harmony, and Ifeelan ungodly tension leave his body.

Slowly, wordlessly, we collapse into the bed.

The last thing I remember before sleep captures me are his muscular arms pulling me into his chest.

Chapter Eight

Aimee

Last night was a dream; it had to be. When I open my eyes, I just know I’m going to be back in my tiny apartment, alone andveryfrustrated.

Only when I do…

It’s to see unfamiliar bed sheets drawn across my bare chest.

Holy crap.

The room I’m in ishuge.Completely open plan with a kitchen on one side and a fully stocked bar on the other. But the pièce de résistance is the infinity pool. It starts only a few meters away from the bed, looping around the room and then out onto the glass balcony. I’ve only ever seen rooms like this on those insane travel blogs.

The only thing that would make this whole situation even more unreal is if Jack had actually stuck around.

Glancing at the empty space next to me, I can’t help but feel like a fool for even getting my hopes up.

Last night was… unforgettable. Spontaneous. Two things I’m not known for in the real world and doubt I’ll ever get comfortable with. No, a one-night stand is probably for the best. Being around Jack makes me lose my head, which could be really dangerous for us right now.

I sit up and run my fingers through my tangled hair. All I need to do now is somehow convince myself that I’m not feeling the sting of rejection. Maybe a quick swim will help…

“Your hair has a little red in it.”

“Jack!” I squeak, pulling the sheets up to cover myself automatically.

The man himself stands at the door, fully dressed with a carton of coffee cups. My heart suddenly pounds a thousand beats a minute. He’s here. He came back.

He noticed my hair.

I furiously pull it up on top of my head. “Does it?”

“Must be the New York sunlight.” He looks at me a little oddly before waltzing over and placing down the two cups of fresh coffee on the table beside the bed.

“There’s sunlight in New York?” I tease as he turns and places an arm on either side of me.

When he bends down to kiss me, I accept it happily. God, that feels nice.

“Good morning,” he whispers against my lips.

“Mmm…” I reply.

I feel the corners of his mouth turn up in a smile. “Coherent.”

I push him away playfully and glance at the table. “Did you bring me coffee?”

“I didn’t know what you liked, but—”

He cuts himself off when he realizes I’ve already made a grab for the cup and begun drinking it enthusiastically.

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