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Nothing In A Million Years
I’ve never been morecertain of anything than being with Romero, but I’m still nervous. I want this so much, and I’m afraid he’ll figure out it’s my first time, get all chivalrous, and change his mind. I’ll just have to fake it till I make it and act like I’ve done this a million times before.
I’m not sure what I’m expecting from his home, but I just barely manage not to gawk when he pulls into the driveway of a two-story house in an upscale neighborhood. The streets are wide, the lots large, the cars expensive. I feel like a country bumpkin.
“This is nice,” I say, hoping I sound polite and not intimidated.
He flashes me a grin. “I lived like a pauper in New York, as much as possible anyway. Saved up my pennies and put them all down on this house.”
When he comes around to open my door, my gullible heart gets all warm and mushy again. We go up a winding walk from the driveway to a covered porch, not unlike the one at the farmhouse, only newer and not so weatherbeaten. It’s decorated with cozy furniture perfect for settling in with a glass of lemonade and a book, or some knitting, and watching the sunset.
Down, girl. Just because he took you to lunch, it doesn’t mean this is more than a fling. Don’t start planning your future.
The front door opens into a spacious living room, tastefully furnished. I know good quality from seeing Dad’s work, and everything here is high end. Nothing in-your-face to say Hey, look how rich I am, just fine materials and craftsmanship.
I can imagine him having a cocktail party here, with lots of people in fancy clothes sipping fancy drinks. He probably did a lot of that in New York. It’s the type of event I’d want to hidefrom.
He leads me through the living room and down a hall to the back of the house. Here there’s a kitchen, nice and big and well equipped, and I immediately start fantasizing about cooking and baking in it. It’s in a large open space along with a family room that features more casual decor and furniture, and a jumbo-sized flat-screen tv on thewall.
In here, I can imagine him hosting some of his friends for pizza and beer to watch a ball game. And, naturally, I can imagine myself serving up nachos and chips and cookies to all theguys.
My brain just will not behave.
Romero opens the fridge, then pauses. “Do you want some more?” he asks, hefting our takeout containers.
“No, thanks.” I couldn’t eat right now even if I wantedto.
He puts the food away, then crosses to me. “We don’t have to rush this.” The backs of his knuckles brush softly over my cheek. “We can just talk, or watch a movie. Whatever youlike.”
I love that he’s being a gentleman, but it’s not what I want from him. “Thank you, but please don’t say that on my account. I’m fine; I promise.”
He studies me for a moment, obviously checking to make sure I really am okay. I close the distance between us and rest my hands on his chest. “You’re a good guy, Romero Adamo.”
“Not really.”
“Yes, really.”
“If you knew what I was thinking right now, you might not saythat.”
“I hope you’re thinking of all the things you’d like to do to me once you get me naked.”
His smile might be the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. “You’re a hell of a woman, Jade Callahan.”
I’m not prepared, don’t have my shields up, and it cracks my heart wide open. I smile back, hoping he can’t tell I’ve just fallen for him, and wrap my arms around his neck. “Does that mean I’m right about what’s going through yourmind?”
In answer, he dips his head and claims my mouth. The kiss starts out gentle, almost sweet except for the banked heat at its edges, then gradually deepens until my blood thickens and simmers and heat pools between my legs. When my moan breaks free, his hands slide down to cup my ass and squeeze, pulling me closer.
His erection presses against my belly. I take one hand from his neck and snake it between our bodies, going for the gold. Before I get there he grabs my wrist, then breaks the kiss and plants his shoulder against my midsection. The next instant, I’m hanging upside down as he carries me out of the kitchen and up the stairs.
“Romero!” I’m laughing, so my fake indignation is not very convincing. He pats my ass with his free hand, sending a jolt of sensation straight to myclit.
At the top of the stairs he turns left, and we go down a hallway to the last door on the end. A few moments later, he deposits me on his king-sized bed, following me down to cover me with hisbody.
The kiss this time is hot and wild and demanding, and by the time he stops my panties are soaked. But he’s just getting started. He nips at my earlobe, then soothes the tiny hurt with his tongue, tracing a path down the side of my neck to the sensitive spot where it meets my shoulder.
When he sinks his teeth into me, I gasp and jerk and almost scream, the sensation is so intense. It’s not pain, not exactly, but it sears my senses.
