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I nodded, my smile pulling bigger. “I do. I…I understand it all. I get it. And to be honest, in that place, you were the one thing I looked forward to.” My chest lifted as I prepared to say the next thing. “You’re my dark knight in onyx armor, Romeo, and there’s nothing I would do to change what happened between us. It was supposed to be this way.” I pressed my other hand to my chest, feeling both of our heartbeats at once. “I can’t live in the past. Because if I do…” I paused, tears dripping off the bottom of my chin and landing on my chest. “If I do, it’ll destroy me.”
“I won’t let it destroy you, angel,” he whispered, his rough voice cracking in the middle. “I won’t let it.”
I nodded, believing him one hundred percent. Then we just stood there, him staring at me, me staring at him, my hand over his heart, his hand on the side of my face.
I wasn’t sure who moved first—me or him—but we met in the middle, our mouths crashing together, a mixture of lips and tongue, trying to take every little bit of each other that we could. The time for talking was over.
His body pushed against mine, not stopping until my back slammed against the wall. His hands were everywhere—on my back, on my face, yanking my shorts down. But mine were all over him too, lifting his T-shirt, then reaching for his zipper.
“Wait,” he blurted, out of breath. “Wait, Bailey. I don’t want—”
Shaking my head, I grinned as I pressed my lips to his, oh so slowly. “I want it, Romeo. I wantyou.” I pulled back, just enough to look him dead in the eyes. “Fuck me, Romeo. Fuck me like I’m the only girl you’ve ever wanted to fuck.”
He blinked, a second of indecision, but it was gone in a flash, replaced with a wicked smile and his hand smoothing down my stomach and between my legs. “That isn’t gonna be hard, Bailey.” His fingers expertly found my clit, rubbing in circles. “But not because you’re the only woman I’ve wanted to fuck, but because you’re the only one I wanted to stick around afterward for.”
Butterflies took flight in my stomach, my feelings clear for me to understand, but I didn’t let on about them. Not yet. I needed…I needed him to show me what it was like whenIwanted it.
“Do it,” I goaded, arching my back as my orgasm burned at the bottom of my stomach. “Fuck me.”
He shook his head. “Not until…” His hand moved faster, his biceps tensing at how fast his fingers stroked against my clit, and as soon as the orgasm slammed into me, so did he. He didn’t wait for me to catch my breath, didn’t wait for it to ebb away like he did last night. He just thrust his cock inside, not letting up as he wrapped his arms around me, holding me to him.
“Fuck,” he cursed, groaning into my neck. “So. Damn. Good.”
I moaned at his words—at the feel of him inside me. It was so unlike any of the other times, and in the back of my mind, I knew it was because I’d begged him to push his cock inside me, but there was something else too. Something…more.
“Hold tight,” Romeo warned, pulling us off the wall and moving us into the kitchen. I had no idea what he was doing, but as soon as he placed me on the countertop and slid his hands down to my hips, I knew it was because he wanted to see what he was doing to me.
Everything we’d done was in the darkness of the club, with the cloud of evil weighing us down. But this, right now, was about just us.Just the two of us.
“Fuck, Bailey, you’re so goddamn pretty.” Pretty was never a word that I particularly enjoyed hearing, but the way it rolled off his tongue with his deep voice. Damn. It was like he’d just showered me in diamonds.
I interlaced my hands behind his neck, pulling him closer to me. “Kiss me, Romeo.”
It was a demand, one that made his nostrils flare in defiance, but he did it anyway. He placed his lips on mine, taking his time as his cock slowly thrust in and out of me. Gone was the fast and quick, desperate need, and in its place was a softness, a laziness, an enjoyment.
“More,” I murmured, pushing my chest closer to his. My nipples rubbed against his pecs, the scrape so delicious that I moaned in his mouth. He was paying close attention because at my vocalization, he drifted his hand up, his thumb rubbing over my nipples and at the same time he slowly dipped his tongue into my mouth.
His cock slid in and out, my wetness allowing him to go deeper. His tongue matched the rhythm of his cock, working in tandem and driving me to the edge of insanity.
“Please, Romeo.” I was begging him, for what, I wasn’t sure. But he seemed to know exactly what I needed as his other hand shot between my legs, rubbing at the already sensitive bundle of nerves. At his move, he thrust faster, his cock slamming into me, hitting something deep inside that had never been touched before.
It sent me haywire, pulling my face away from his and letting my head drop back. Everything was too much. It was all too much.
Romeowas too much.
“I’m gonna come,” he ground out, and I lifted my head, wanting to watch him—wanting to witness him lose control all because of me. I was doing this to him. And more importantly, Iwantedto do this.
His gaze pierced mine, causing my stomach to dip, butterflies taking flight along with all of the other sensations that my body was experiencing.
“Tell me what you want, angel,” he murmured through gritted teeth.
“You,” I whispered, a crack in my voice. “I want you, Romeo.”
It was all he needed to hear as he stilled, his groan so deep and guttural that it set me off. His cock pulsated inside me as I tensed around him like a vise.
“That’s it, angel,” he growled, pushing his face into my neck. “Milk my cock.”
Moaning, I thrust my hips, needing every last drop of my orgasm.
