Why Romeo Hates Juliet (39 page)

Romeo’s hands came to rest instinctively on her waist and he let out a short laugh. “Easy? Making ice cubes in hell would be easy compared to you.”

“I don’t know about making ice cubes in hell, but how about making love on the beach? How do you feel about that?” She grinned slyly.

Romeo frowned. “Here? Now?”

Juliet nodded.

“We can’t chance it. There could be paparazzi lurking around.”

She threw him a look of disbelief. “What about when you and Carrie Ann were out here in broad daylight partying naked with the rest of your posse? You weren’t worried about paparazzi then, were you?”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“That was fun and games. This…” He let his hands travel lazily from her waist and up her spine, cradling her warm body more deeply into him.

“… This is a matter of my heart.”

Juliet was moved by his soft words and she felt her love for him grow even stronger. Raising her face to his, she kissed him sweetly before pulling away and gazing into his blue eyes. “Right here, right now, on this beach is where it has to be, with the moon and stars as our witnesses.”

“Juliet, I don’t think…”

“Romeo, I love you and I want to make love to you for the first time on this spot so that we can make a new memory together and erase all the bad stuff that happened here, just like we did that day by the pool. It has to be here. It just has to.” She let her eyes wander to the charred remains of his beach house silhouetted against the inky night sky and his gaze followed hers.

He nodded then and turned back to her, squeezing her even tighter into his body. “Okay,” he smiled tenderly.

“There is one thing though.” She nervously bit her bottom lip. “I - umm - don’t have any protection in the house.” Her gaze wandered back to the lit upper floor of her beach house before landing back on his intense eyes which were firmly glued to her beautiful face. “I mean - I never thought I’d be a married woman tonight and need anything.” She looked towards his burned down house and a sudden smile played on her lips. “And I guess whatever you had went up in smoke.”

Romeo burst out laughing as he reached for his wall et in his back pocket. “Besides my cash, credit cards, i.d. and the clothes on my back, the only other things that weren’t burnt in the fire, were these…” He pulled out several wrapped condoms and held them up between his fingers. His eyes twinkled with amusement. “I follow the Boy Scout motto - always be prepared.” Relieved, her eyes opened wide in mock surprise. “You were a Boy Scout?”

“No, but I played one in Crazy Clowns, the second slasher film I did when I was sixteen.”

“Well, thank you, Holl ywood,” she giggled, wrapping her arms around him again.

Juliet felt his gaze caress her face softly and her heart jolted with excitement as her laughter subsided. She grew more serious. Reaching up, her hand instinctively touched the bruising on the side of his unshaven, handsome face where Nick’s fists had landed earlier and she acknowledged to herself that this was one more thing she’d been responsible for. Her eyes filled with regret as she turned back to his intense blue eyes which were focused on every move she was making.

“I love you, Romeo Boyd,” she whispered, and couched in those words was an apology for everything she’d done to him that summer. He may have faked his amnesia, but she had to admit that she’d done a lot to him too. But here he was pouring his heart out to her by telling her he loved her and wanted a life with her. After everything she’d done to him, he had forgiven her. It was time to start fresh with no more games between them, and only their love to sustain them from now on.

Romeo’s breath quickened with desire at her intoxicating closeness and his gaze took in the beautiful, pink stain flushing across her cheeks.

She was going to be his and he could hardly stand still with the anticipation of it. “I love you too, Juliet,” he whispered back, as he lowered his hungry lips to her warm, moist ones. Slowly and thoughtfully, he began to move against them in a gentle rhythm like a leaf falling from a tree on a lazy autumn day. He had promised himself that he was going to take his time and savor every mill isecond with her. After all, this was going to be their first time together and he wanted to prove to her that he was worthy of her love.

But as her mouth began to respond to him with its own sensual beat, his resolve broke and Romeo lost all control. He wanted her so badly and he loved her and he wanted to show her how much he loved her and to hell with any promises to himself. His lips grew more insistent, moving against her mouth as if he was a man who had been dying of thirst and was now being given his first drink of water. He knew that she was offering him life and he was greedily lapping it up.

Juliet’s arms tightened around his neck even more as she felt his kiss change and become more demanding. His tongue deliciously traced the full ness of her lips, searching for an opening and she quickly obliged him by allowing him in. She heard him moan with pleasure as his hot tongue snaked effortlessly inside. His hands boldly slid up and down her back several times before cupping her bottom. His body felt warm and heavy against hers, and a delightful shiver of wanting ran up her spine. Fitting snuggly into every hard contour, Juliet felt the sexual heat they were generating in every pore of her body and she groaned with intense pleasure against his mouth. Her heart was hammering in her ears and she could feel his heart fluttering wildly against her breast.

A sudden thought flashed through her mind. Could she somehow hurt his shoulder if she played too roughly? After all, it was still healing. Juliet yanked her lips off of his. “Romeo… your shoulder - I don’t want to hurt you.” Tenderly, he took her right hand in his and brought it up to his left shoulder where she’d shot him. “You can’t hurt me here, Juliet…,” he instructed gently, before lowering their clasped hands down to his chest where his heart was. “You can only hurt me here.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Romeo, ever. I promise.”

Taking a step back, she gently pulled out of his embrace and let her determined eyes wander over his as he stared transfixed by every move she was making. Reaching up to his shoulders, she slowly pushed his open white shirt off his arms, letting it slide down and puddle behind him in the sand. As he stood there before her with only his jeans on and with the white bandage on his injured shoulder reflecting the pale moonlight, Juliet slowly shrugged her own silky robe off. It too fell in one swoop onto the beach.

Romeo’s fevered eyes watched her every sensual move and his breath caught in his throat as he saw her pull her baby doll top up, over her head and off her body, exposing her round, firm breasts to his mesmerized gaze. A surge of lust shot through him and he felt his hard erection straining against the material of his jeans. Juliet’s soft eyes lowered to the bulge and when she raised them back up to his, he caught the smile playing on her lips.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” he mumbled, half whispering, half groaning.

The knowing smile continued to play on Juliet’s lips and without responding to him, she hooked her thumbs inside the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down her waist, letting them drop to her ankles into the sand. Without taking her eyes off of him, she stepped out of them and stood before him, naked and vulnerable. “Tell me,” she challenged.

Romeo’s smoldering heavy-lidded gaze feasted on her nakedness, from her beautiful, shiny hair to her soft womanly breasts, down to her completely bare mound between her long, sensuous legs. Her satiny skin glistened in the soft light of the full moon, and he could hear the ocean surf pounding behind him on the beach - or was that his heart hammering in his ears?

“My God, you’re beautiful.” The words spilled out of him in a rush and his breathing quickened even more. “And I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.”

His desperate words enveloped Juliet with warmth and even the night breeze on her skin couldn’t dampen the heat she was feeling. Her cheeks turned even rosier as she took a step towards him. “Then take what you want, Romeo Boyd,” she teased.

At her invitation, his hands instinctively slid around her naked form, spreading first over her waist, down to her backside before coming back up to rest on her full breasts, where his thumbs began to languorously move back and forth over her nipples which tightened into little buds against his expert hands. Juliet’s eyes half-closed at the sheer pleasure that alone gave her.

Romeo studied her aroused face. “You are so damned sweet,” he groaned, as his lips lowered the extra inch to claim her waiting, upturned ones.

Juliet felt his lips softly skim the contours of hers before landing on them as gentle as a feather. They were warm and sweet, and she felt her knees weaken as he began a series of slow, barely-there kisses which teased her yielding mouth. Her lips swelled under his expert guidance and she began to return each gentle movement he was making with matching ones of her own. She felt his hands move tenderly across her bare back, his open palms strong and flat against her flushed skin. She felt her whole being melt into him, not knowing anymore where she began and he ended.

A surge of fire swept through her as his right hand snaked down between their bodies, to delve deep into her hot, wet core. His fingers were warm and gentle as he explored her intimately. At the same time, his rough, questing tongue trailed across her cheek to her left earlobe which he began to nip at with his sharp teeth, his warm breath inadvertently fanning the insides of her ear.

Juliet’s insides immediately turned to mush as the fire between her legs roared to a fever pitch. She started to squirm in his arms and she ran her greedy hands up and down his chest before finally landing on the top button of his jeans.

Abandoning herself to the raging passion rising up inside, she quickly swiveled her head back to face him, capturing his lips in a deep, soul-destroying kiss. Her tongue found itself inside his mouth in a second, coaxing him with an insatiable hunger that needed to be fed. She pulled her mouth a fraction off of his and wildly stared into his blue eyes. “I want you now, Romeo,” she moaned shamelessly, as her desperate hand undid the top button of his jeans before reaching for the hard, metal tab of his zipper, wanting to finally expose his hard bulge.

But as she made to pull it down, his hand stopped her. “Wait,” he said with a bad-boy smile. “I’m not finished with you yet.” Romeo was determined to take his time with her. This was their wedding night after all, and Juliet was his wife. Whatever the future held for them, good or bad, this act of them coming together for the first time was never to be forgotten. It was special and she was special. He wanted her to know that in every sense of the word.

He caught her face between his hands and lowered his lips again to her mouth. She moaned into him and he changed the tempo of his kiss from gentle to fierce in an instant, responding in kind by groaning inside her mouth. His fingers intertwined themselves into her thick brown hair before traveling down to her waist, wrapping her tightly in his arms. Using all of his strength, he gently lowered her onto her back into the warm, soft sand and positioned himself on top of her naked body, using his elbows to easily leverage his weight off of her. His lips found her mouth again, giving her a deep, penetrating kiss before trailing a path down to her right breast. He took the erect nipple in his mouth and began to tattoo his mark on her, his slick tongue lapping at it with the same primal beat that the ocean tide was making against the beach a mere ten feet away.

Juliet felt his mouth sucking on her breast and her breathing suspended. What he was doing to her was slow, rhythmic and mind-bending, and her eyes squeezed shut with pleasure. She felt his warm, moist mouth leave her right nipple and go to her left, giving that one the same attention before going back again to the right. The rasp of the stubble on his unshaven face only added to the exquisite sensations he was torturing her with.

She wanted him badly, and she wanted him inside her now.

Spreading her long legs for him and cradling him in their warmth, she reached between their bodies again this time to massage the hard erection still concealed inside his jeans. She heard him groan loudly and knew that he was on the verge of losing control.

He lifted his head then and a sly smile flitted across his lips as he pushed her hand away. “Not yet, my hot, little wife,” he rasped roughly.

Juliet watched as he slowly slid his strong fingers down coming to rest on her inner thighs. All the while, he was studying her naked body as if it was a priceless piece of marble and he was the sculptor admiring his masterpiece. Spreading her legs apart even further, he lowered himself and dipped his head in between them. His burning hot mouth touched her warm, moist center and Juliet gasped out his name, her fingers curling with pleasure even more into the soft, warm sand. Gently, he began to lick and coax and suck, and the roughness of his unshaven face on her inner thighs only added to the exquisite pleasure he was giving her. But when she felt him put his tongue inside her, her head began spinning. Her eyes closed and she gave herself up to the mindless sensations he was generating. Her brain stopped working, and with one suspended last breath, she exploded. The waves of intense pleasure shot up her spine and made her head spin, and at that moment she couldn’t think anymore and she was lost in her own little world.

With her eyes still closed and as she came back down to reality, Juliet heard the metal teeth of the zipper on his jeans rasp open, and felt rather than saw him shrug off his pants. She then heard the ripping of the condom packet and a second later, his naked body was plastered to hers.

“Open your eyes, Juliet,” he instructed softly, and she obeyed him immediately.

As she did so, she smiled at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Now it’s your turn, my handsome Romeo,” she teased as she watched the hunger he was feeling for her blaze in his eyes.

“I love you,” he whispered thickly.

Juliet felt her love for him swell inside her heart. “I love you too,” she whispered back before breaching the small distance between their lips and tasting his sweet kiss again.