Page 26 of Forbidden Romeo

Finally, we reach the door at the very end. Jack taps something against the handle and opens it.

The lights turn on automatically, illuminating the two floors in a dimmed yellow light. Looking over Jack’s shoulder, I swear I can make out floor-to-ceiling windows and aninfinity pool.

“Is that…”

Jack turns back to me, releasing my hand. “We can go swimming if you’d like.”

“You’re joking.” I don’t bother trying to hide how impressed I am. Because, honestly, how could I not be?

As the door closes behind me, I’m suddenly very aware that we’re alone in a hotel room. Desire pulses through me as we stare at each other, and I can feel myself breathing heavily. His hazel eyes bore into mine. There’s something wild about the way he looks at me that only makes me want him more.

He steps forward once, twice, cornering me again against the door like he did when we first met. Was that only a few hours ago? It feels like we’ve been playing this game for a lifetime, teasing each other like this. His arm goes above my head, and he leans in. My breathing hitches, mingling with his, and I freeze.

It’s only been a few hours.

“Is this what you want?” he whispers as if sensing my hesitation. Giving me space to deny him, denythis.This thing between us that’s so intense I can barely breathe.

I realize at that moment that I couldn’t fight it. That there’s no need to fight it.

“Yes,” I breathe back.

He pushes me back against the closed door, and his mouth crushes into mine.

The feeling is so electric I almost moan out loud. It’s like every bone in my body has been set alight with passion, and I crumble into him, my legs suddenly too weak to hold me up.

But his hand is suddenly there, holding my chin so he can take his time savoring my every response. Soft kisses at first, then longer ones. Ones that beg me to open my lips so he can explore my mouth. Every kiss is seemingly designed to unravel me more and more until I submit to him.

My arms reach out to cling to his neck, bringing him ever closer. I want more. Ineedmore of him.

I bite at his bottom lip, and he pulls away with a hiss.

“Sorry,” I say quickly, suddenly feeling very exposed without his body so close to mine.

But if his eyes were wild before, they’referalnow.

“Don’t you fucking dare apologize,” he growls.

“I–”

He’s suddenly close again, only this time, his arms encircle me, and he lifts me from the floor. My legs wrap around his waist as he begins laying filthy kisses against my chest, my neck. I can’t get enough of him.

“I don’t want to hear how sorry you are that you’re with me.”

“I’m not,” I say, searching desperately for his lips with mine.

“I’ve been thinking about fucking you all night.” He presses his impressive bulge against me, and I gasp.

I finally find his mouth and bite down on his lip again. The effect is instant; I can feel him twitch beneath me as a growl rumbles through his chest.

“I’ve been waiting for you to fuck me all night,” I whisper against his lips, emboldened by the sudden power I seem to have over him.

We’re moving, crashing through the room while hungrily devouring each other. His whole body is addictive. Every touch, every kiss makes my skin, my blood, all of me scream out for more. I don’t know where his shirt goes or when my dress begins hanging from my waist, but I couldn’t be more grateful for it. The feel of his skin against mine is equal parts torment and pleasure.

I claw at him desperately, whimpering, and he seems to know exactly what I want. One moment I’m attached to him; the next, I’m being laid down on a huge bed. His fingers deftly free me from the constraints of my bra and pull down my dress the rest of the way.

Jack sits back and just seems to admire me for a moment. All laid out and ready for him to consume.

“Close your eyes,” he demands, and I obey.

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