Page 39 of My Romeo

“Really?” If she was awake, why hadn’t she jumped out of bed and demanded to know what was going on?

“Really,” she whispered.

Okay, that was good she was awake. Maybe she needed a second to get her bearings. “Uh, Aero and Sloane went to get us breakfast.”

“Okay.”

Something was going to have to give. I needed to either get out of this bed or find out how Dove’s dream ended. “You want me to get out of bed?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No.”

No.

No?

“Are you sure you’re awake, doll?” I asked again.

Her hand moved, but not in the direction I thought it would. She caressed my cheek and trailed her fingers over the few days’ worth of stubble. “I like you.”

“Uh, I like you, too.” I did. Now that everything was out in the open, I did like Dove. I could also admit I really liked her hands and body pressed against me.

“Do you?” she whispered.

“Yes, doll.”

She hummed under her breath, and I turned my head to look at her. Our eyes connected, and I saw something I had never seen in Dove’s eyes before.

Lust.

Whatever dream Dove had had turned her on, and she was still feeling it. “Keep looking at me like that, Dove, and things are going to happen.”

“Things like what?” she asked. She trailed her fingers over my lips, and I pressed a kiss to the soft pad of her finger.

“Things that involve less clothes and a whole hell of a lot of kissing.” I wasn’t going to beat around the bush. I wanted Dove, and I needed her to know that loud and clear. I wasn’t into playing games.

“If we kiss, does it just stay in this bed?” she asked softly. “Or will you kiss me later?”

I knew with just one kiss, Dove would be mine.

There was a protectiveness I felt for her before she even touched me, and now, with her body wrapped around me, I knew we could never go back to what we were.

“I kiss you now, I’m not going to be able to stop. Now and later.”

There it was, all out there, and now it was her choice on where this was headed.

Her eyes dropped to my lips and then darted back up. “Okay.”

I didn’t need another word. I didn’t know how long Aero and Sloane were going to be, and I wanted to take advantage of every second we had alone.

Her hands roamed over my body, and I rolled her onto her back. I tossed back the covers, and her eyes heated as she took in my tattoos. “I knew there had to be more than what I could see with your shirt on,” she whispered.

My lips claimed hers. Sealing both of our fates.

Her lips were a million times softer than I imagined, and her taste was intoxicating. Her hands trailed up and down my back while I grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head.

We both managed to shimmy out of our shorts while our lips never left each other.

“Throttle,” she gasped when my lips captured her nipple, and she arched her back. My hand snaked down her body and cupped her pussy. “Please,” she pleaded.

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