But it didn’t really matter what was in the room.
What mattered was who was in here with me.
His hand lightly pressed to the small of my back, and I turned. His arm slid around me and I was brought up against him. “You’re shaking,” he said, a frown lacing his tone.
“I know.”
“We don’t have to,” he said. “I’m a patient man.”
“Are you really?” I asked, my tone slightly rueful.
His white teeth flashed. “For you I would be.” The sincerity in his voice was my undoing.
“No more talking,” I whispered.
He groaned and lifted me off my feet. My legs wound around his waist, and I sighed when my center came into contact with his muscled body. He didn’t take me to the bed as I suspected he would.
Instead, he carried me across the room and sat in a leather chair I hadn’t even noticed. My feet were pinned between his back and the cushion, and I rocked a little in his lap to get closer.
A low growl filled the room and he reached up to strip the blazer off my body and peel it down my arms. When it was gone, he leaned up and kissed me, splaying his hands out over my ribs.
He kissed like he wasn’t in a hurry, even though I felt the persistent need between his legs. I couldn’t help but rock against it every few minutes and then gasp at the sensations the movement sent through me.
His hands were all over me. Across my stomach, down my back, and he filled his hands with my breasts more than once.
Eventually he stripped off my T-shirt and reached for the necklace. “That’s important,” I whispered and he nodded. He placed the necklace gently on the small table beside the chair and then reached around me for the clasp on my bra. It gave way easily, and the fabric sprang open in the back.
Before he pulled it away he looked up at me, just to make sure it was okay.
I held his gaze as I reached up and pulled each strap down one by one and then tossed the entire thing off into the darkness.
His lips fastened on one of my nipples immediately. I arched into him and cried out. It felt so damn good. My fingers dug into his back, and I realized he was still wearing his shirt.
I pulled at it, wanting it gone, wanting to feel his skin beneath my fingers.
He left my breast to pull it off and toss it aside and then came back, lavishing even more attention on my needy flesh.
I let my head fall back, and he reached behind me to tangle his fingers in the long strands of my hair. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the sensations rocking my body, and he sucked and pulled at each breast.
When I started moving restlessly against him, he pulled back and I crashed my lips to his. I dragged my nails down the sides of his spine and kissed him with every ounce of passion I had inside me.
Without breaking the kiss, he got up with me still in his arms and carried me across the room to the bed. Instead of laying me across it, he let me slide down his body until my feet touched the floor.
I kicked out of my boots and he did the same. My eyes were presented with the wide expanse of his chest. He was so sculpted and smooth. The ridges of each muscle in his body were incredibly defined. Without thought, I traced those lines with my tongue.
His hand found its way into my hair and held me to him as I kissed his chest and abs. When I leaned up to kiss across his shoulders, my fingers found the waistband of his jeans and dipped inside.
He muttered my name, which sounded more like a prayer, and I reveled in the power I seemed to hold over him. In that moment, he seemed as vulnerable as I was, and it made us totally equal.
I was no longer the #nerd with no friends. He was no longer the popular jock with a million conquests under his belt.
I was just a girl.
He was just a guy.
And there were just a million different emotions spiraling around the room with us.
I reached for the button on his jeans and let it free. Then I kissed along that V-shaped muscle that always drew my eye. He groaned and pulled me up to crash his mouth over mine and delved his tongue deep into my mouth.
The way my silky hair brushed against my bare back only heightened my senses, and I pushed against him farther, loving the feel of our bare chests meeting.
Romeo scooped me up into his arms and kissed me again, then laid me across the bed. He left me long enough to shuck his jeans, and then he reached for the waistband of my leggings. They joined his jeans in seconds flat.
“Fuck,” he cursed as he dragged his fingers up the insides of my legs. I was shaking so much now that I couldn’t make it stop. When he got to my center, he curved his hands out to slide up over my hip and then up to my breasts once more.
He kneeled on the bed between my legs to stare down at me before pressing me into the mattress with his body. He was so warm and delicious feeling that I licked my lips.
We kissed some more, our hands roaming over one another, learning everything we could. His hips rocked into me steadily, and eventually my body joined in the rhythm. Soon we were swaying together, the movements growing more desperate with every thrust.
“Romeo,” I whimpered when I felt like I couldn’t take any more.
“I got you,” he whispered and slid down my body, trailing kisses as he went. He hooked two thumbs in the waistband of my panties and tugged the fabric free. He smoothed his hands over my shaven area and sucked in a breath.
Two fingers dipped down to my center and met with silky juices. “Shit, Rimmel,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I was beyond talking. In fact, I barely heard what he said. I was so far gone on the cusp of passion that nothing else mattered.
One of his fingers slipped into my opening and slid in and out. My moan filled the darkness. Another finger joined it, and for long, blissful moments, he pumped his fingers in and out, stretching my walls and making me pant.
“I can’t take it anymore,” he finally groaned and pulled out.
I gasped at the loss of his hands, and he chuckled. I heard a drawer being opened and the distinct rip of a foil packet. Romeo was back on the bed between my legs in a matter of moments.
Using his hands, he spread my thighs wide and settled between them.
I tensed slightly, ready for him to push inside me, but he didn’t.
Instead, he rested his arms on either side of my head and cupped my face. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re fucking perfect.”
He kissed me the exact moment he plunged into my body. I cried out, and he swallowed the sound. I was tight and he felt large. My body burned a little as it stretched around his girth, and he held himself still, trying not to hurt me.