Authors: Alexis Summers
I look up at him, something frighteningly close to love starting to swell up in my heart. I smile and kiss his mouth, happy to feel him finally relaxing under me.
“We’ll talk in the morning?” I ask, keeping my voice quiet so I won’t disturb him if he doesn’t want to hear it now.
He grunts in something akin to agreement, running his fingers through my hair. “Sleep,
mi amor
. In the morning, we’ll see.”
It’s a good enough promise for me. I close my eyes and drift off almost immediately, the warmth of him lulling me into a deep sleep.
Chapter Twenty Five
I wake up surrounded by warmth. The afghan Romeo pulled over us last night is still snugly tucked up against our shoulders and his arms are still circling my waist, tight and possessive. I sigh happily and smile against the rays of the morning sun, unable to recall ever feeling better upon immediately waking up.
A low, rumbling sound spills out of Romeo’s lips. I tilt my head back a little, enough to see him, but not to startle him awake. He’s smiling, too, and slowly coming to. He tightens his arms around me a bit more before relaxing as he blinks himself awake, fixing his beautiful eyes on me the second he opens them.
Before he can speak, I stretch up to close the small distance between us and press a careful kiss to his mouth. It draws a contended sigh and a long train of Spanish words, sweet nothings I understand in my heart without needing to know their dictionary definitions, from him as he kisses me back.
“I’ll be wanting to wake up to this every morning now, you realize,” he says after we kiss lazily for what feels like hours.
I smile against his mouth before shifting back a little to look at him. His eyes are still heavily hooded with drowsiness, but he keeps them fixed on me like he could never even imagine looking anywhere else.
“I think that can be arranged,” I say.
We untangle our limbs, just as slowly as we do everything else this morning, and pull on a few articles of clothing that we find strewn around the room. I steal his shirt when I can’t find my own, pulling the oversized garment on over my head as he watches me with a fond grin.
“Do you mind?” I ask after I get comfortable in the shirt. It still smells like him, so much so that I have to gather up the fabric at the collar and inhale deeply.
He laughs and wraps his arms around my waist, tugging me firmly back against him so he can lay a line of kisses down on my neck. “Do I mind the most gorgeous thing in the world wearing my clothes? Oh, yeah. How
dare
you.”
There’s humor lacing his tone, though, and I laugh, too, before swatting at his arm. “Well, you’re welcome to
my
shirt if you’d like to make it a fair trade.”
He grins and steps back to look around for the rest of our clothes, having only managed to find and pull on his own pants. He finds my shirt after a bit of rummaging around and holds it up to his chest.
“You think I have the hips for it?” he asks, in a mock-serious tone.
I laugh again, falling over onto the couch and clutching my stomach with mirth. “Wow, Romeo Ortiz—rock star by night,
huge
dork by day.”
“And you’d better not tell a single soul about it,” he says as he tosses my shirt into the bedroom behind him. “Besides, I’m not even a rock star tonight—we’ve got a break. Our next show isn’t until tomorrow.”
I perk up instantly, sitting up straighter to look at him as he hunts around the kitchen for something. “Really? Does that mean we get to have all day to ourselves?”
“
That
, my dear,” he says as he produces the complimentary room phone with a flourish, “is
exactly
what that means.”
I laugh again and leave him alone, not wanting to interrupt while he dials room service. I pick myself up and pull his shirt down a little before wandering over to the balcony again. The safari animals are still out in the courtyard, wandering around like they’re right at home. A lovely couple on the balcony across from ours smiles at me and I wave at them before gasping as a giraffe passes right by me.
I smile, watching it stretch to reach for some foliage to munch on. Any other girl might complain of the smell, or the sound, but I loved being near these creatures. They were so beautiful, so majestic—I would never be able to see them roaming freely back home. Although I knew they weren’t exactly
wild
, this was still so much more preferable to seeing them confined in cages.
A pair of strong, bronzed arms slinks around my waist, pulling me out of my reverie. Romeo presses a kiss to my cheek and settles his chin on my shoulder.
“They’re beautiful, aren’t they,” he says, his voice low and quiet in my ear. He obviously didn’t want to disturb the giraffe feasting right in front of us.
I nod, keeping my voice quiet as well when I say, “Thank you for bringing me here. This has been the best night of my life.”
He’s smiling when he kisses me again, this time on the corner of my mouth. “I’ll have to up my game to make things better, then.”
We stand in perfect peace and harmony as we watch these graceful beasts move in front of us. I stroke my fingers down the backs of Romeo’s hands, sighing as he presses a kiss to my skin once in a while. If I could stay in this moment forever, I would do so without a doubt—how could this morning get any better?
As though to answer my question, we hear a knock on the door. Romeo tips my head back to kiss me on the lips before letting me go to answer it. A bellhop pushes in a large cart before bowing politely and taking his leave. Curious, I leave my spot by the balcony and step back inside to see what Romeo’s cooked up now.
The closer I get to the cart, the more delicious the covered trays begin to smell. Romeo waits for me to stop next to him before he pulls off the covers of each tray, revealing an incredible spread of fresh fruit, pancakes, and other assorted breakfast foods.
“
Wow
,” I say again, totally dumbstruck. I feel like I’ve been saying
wow
far too much these days, but I couldn’t help it—if there was one thing Romeo knew how to do well, it was how to wow a girl.
Delighted, Romeo grins before picking up a strawberry coated with a liberal layer of white chocolate. “Open.”
I open my mouth obediently and bite off the top off—the strawberry was far too large and luscious to fit in my mouth all at once—before chewing. “
Mm
,” I say, the sound coming out of my mouth like a moan. This was positively
divine
.
“Good girl,” Romeo says, his voice darkening with the first stirrings of lust. He watches my mouth as I lick at my lips and drops the other half of the strawberry to curl his hands at the nape of my neck. He pulls me to him and kisses me again, licking the sweet taste of the candied fruit out of my mouth.
We move back to the balcony with the cart in tow so that we can watch the motions of the wildlife outside while we eat. I open my mouth and chew and swallow every time Romeo commands me to. He speaks to me in that low, sultry tone as he feeds me little morsels until I’m positively stuffed.
True to his word, he even allows me to talk to him about his shows. I tell him that I
love
being his girl up on stage every night, but that his band mates are right—it could be detrimental to his career. I didn’t want to be stealing the chance to shine from so many girls, anyway. As much as it would kill me to see him singing so passionately to another woman, I would understand it was only his job. He’s resistant to the suggestion at first, insisting that he only wants
me
, but he finally relents—saying that he’ll at least think about it. I nod, letting the subject drop for the time being. I knew him well enough now to know that he would never do anything to ruin this passion brewing between us
or
his career.
“You’re such a good girl, Erin,” he says once we finish breakfast, smoothing back my hair as he wraps an arm around my shoulders to pull me closer to him. “Are you this obedient with
every
one?”
I feel a bit of tension creeping into me, but try to stay relaxed. This moment—lounging on this long pool-style chair with Romeo’s arms around me—was too pleasant to be disturbed by unwanted thoughts. Perhaps I
was
too obedient, too passive with everyone. God knows I don’t stand up to my brother as often as I should. I’m usually happy to tag along with my friends, doing whatever they please, too—not that I
mind
. After all, it did land me this hunk of a man.
I smile up at Romeo and shake my head. “Are you this
dominant
with everyone?”
“Yes,” he says simply, tightening his arm around me. “I like being in control.”
I shiver at his low, smooth voice. I can tell he means every word of that and I know it’s a promise—he
will
be in control. He
will
be in control of
me
.
I take his free hand and lock our fingers together. “I guess we’re a perfect match, then. I love submitting to you.”
His lips curl up in a devious smirk and he tips my head up to kiss me again. I open my lips to his, pliant under his command, and allow him to slip his tongue inside of my mouth. He’s in control of every nerve of my body, touching me exactly where he wants me to feel it and making me feel
everything
he wants me to feel. I moan into his mouth, writhing to get closer.
“I like the sound of that,” he says, pulling back despite my little whine of protest. He squeezes my hand reassuringly before letting me go to stand. “You’ll submit to me completely, won’t you.”
I nod even though he didn’t even say it like a question—he already knows the answer. Without warning, he sweeps me off of my feet and carries me back inside, slamming the balcony door behind him. I yelp in surprise and wrap my legs around his waist to cling on tight, shivering as he nips at my collarbone with his teeth. I feel him hardening with every step we take, his erection straining against the jeans he pulled on and nudging up against my sheer panties.
He sets me down just as abruptly as he picked me up. I look up half-expecting to be in the bedroom, but we had stopped several steps short of entering that room. Instead, he had dropped me off just behind the couch.
Before I can even think to ask why we’ve stopped here, he spins me around and bends me over the back of the couch. I gasp, the sound quickly turning into a moan as I feel his cock grinding against my ass when he pulls my hips back to meet his. He pushes my shirt—
his
shirt—up my back and licks a slow trail up the line of my spine.
“Oh,
God
,” I breathe out, low and needy as I feel myself soaking through my panties. He drags the thin fabric down to my feet, not allowing me to step out of them. With my feet trapped, he nudges my legs apart and settles between them. He presses one palm to my back, right between my shoulder blades, and holds me down against my couch as he slides his other hand down to tease at my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he says when he bends over to whisper into my ear. His dick is still rubbing against me through his jeans and I can’t help aching to have it close, to be rid of that barrier of clothing.
He seems to sense this, stepping back just long enough to unzip himself and pull his erection out. This brief moment of freedom gives me a moment to look over my shoulder at him, to watch him pump himself a few times before positioning himself at my entrance.
Quickly, he pushes me back down. My breasts are pressed up against the couch, the pressure against them causing my nipples to harden and swell. I can’t see anything he’s doing with his hand on my back, keeping me in this position, but I can feel
everything
. He plunges two fingers inside of me at once, curling against my heated walls and stretching me out—but not filling me out. I
need
to be filled.
“Please,
please
, Romeo,” I beg, reduced to sobbing moans within seconds. Pleasure courses through my veins, reaching every inch of my body. He withdraws his fingers from me abruptly and curls a hand in my hair, holding on tightly, but not tightly enough to hurt.
Every move he makes is rough and quick, but
never
painful. He knows my limits as well as he knows his own and he uses that knowledge to bring me so close to climax, to trap me in a pleasure so tight and all-consuming that I might as well be engulfed in a vice of his passion.
“Please,” I say one last time, whispering the word so quietly that I doubt he can even hear me.
He must, though, because he steadies my hips and thrusts into me, seating himself fully inside of me as he flicks a finger over my clit. I gasp at the simultaneous stimulation and nearly come right then and there. I groan as he begins to pump his hips, hard and fast, while he keeps one hand fisted in my hair. He yanks me back to meet his every thrust, heightening the feelings of our joining to the absolute
max
.
My groans get louder and louder with each thrust, mingling with the sounds he’s making as he fills me up. I try to tell him that I’m going to come, but I’m so lost in these sensations that I can’t even form those simple little words.