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The scent of her, so close, makes me yearn like I never have before.
I turn, moving closer to her to speak.
With my lips next to her ear, I whisper, “I only want you.” I didn’t mean to be so up front. My heart pounds.
The look in her eye melts all my good intentions away. Her lips part.
I put a hand on her waist. The other on the back of her neck. Her head tips back as I take her lips with mine.
We both slip off the stools and our bodies move together. Our tongues meet.
We’re dancing. Slow, sensual, raw. Moving on the spot, deepening the kiss.
Chapter Four
Giulietta
I never want this kiss to end. My hips and my breasts are crushed against him. His body moves next to mine and I only want one thing more than this kiss. And that’s all the rest of him.
He holds me close. I feel like I’m waking up on the inside for the first time. I feel all the places where I want him. The sculpted ridges of his muscles push into my flesh and I feel him lengthen and thicken, hot against my stomach, pressed into my needy mound.
His voice is hoarse and smoky in my ear, and the heat of his breath on my neck makes me tip my head toward him.
“I want to get us a room,” he says in my ear. “So we can be alone.”
My arms are around him. I love the feeling of his strength moving inside my grip. My pelvis saws against him and I nod. I whisper back into his ear. “Yes.”
The one thing I dread is that he’ll find out who I am. The reputation of my family would chase any sensible man away.
I breathe, “There’s something I have to tell you,” and this might scare him away, too. But I have to be open about it or we’re nowhere. “I’ve never… I haven’t…”
He holds me tighter. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want. I really want us to be alone. But we don’t have to…”
I grip him tighter. “Yes, I want to. I want to do everything. With you.” He kisses me again. Now my body is on fire. My leg hooks around his. I’m glad we’re almost in darkness here. This isn’t just dirty dancing. This is obscene. He holds my face in his hands.
“I have to tell you something, too.” He kisses me again.
Before he can speak, I tell him, “Tell me anything. But please. No names. Not tonight.”
He looks almost relieved. Then he holds me tight, with his hands moving down my back and cupping my ass. He whispers, “I’ll make it perfect for you. But I’m very fucking big.”
I smack his ass. Damn. What a fine, firm, tight ass.
“Don’t you dare lie to me.”
His face is serious, and he grips my ass as he says, “If you want to back out–”
“It’s one night, Romeo. Our moment. A moment out of time.” I want him so bad, but I don’t want to make him feel pressure. Apart from the physical kind. I want him to feel a lot of that.
I kiss him. Hard. I feel what it does to him, as he heats up and thickens against my pussy.
In the lobby, he tells the clerk, “I need a suite. Top floor. Get an ice bucket of champagne set up before we arrive.”
The big, gravel-voiced clerk nods. “Of course, sir.”
“And a can of whipped cream.”
I gasp.
In the penthouse elevator, he kisses me, fierce and hungry. I’m wrapped around his hard body, holding him. My hands slide over his pecs and his ribs. I press my tits against him. We’re wound together, my legs clamped tight around his thigh. The elevator takes us straight up into the suite.
When the bell pings and the doors slide open, I see a champagne bucket, dripping cold and waiting on a table by the window. The lights of the Las Vegas skyline spread out behind it for us.
I tell him, “This is a great view,” but I’m looking at him.
“Never saw a better one.” His voice is thick and low and his eyes smolder at me like hot coals.
My neck stretches and I moan as he holds my breasts. His huge hands are strong and sure. I stretch up, pushing myself into his grasp, dragging my aching pussy along his thigh and against the bone of his pelvis.
He’s a couple of years older than me. About twenty-six, I’m guessing. His hard, throbbing swell burns against the soft inside of my thigh. My knees shake as I rub against him.
We don’t even know each other’s names, though. How perfect is that? Eventually my father will force me to marry someone I don’t love. I want a choice in who gets my body first. And I want to give myself to Romeo.
