Bad Boys of Romance(32)

I parted my lips, and his tongue claimed my mouth instantly. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I parted my legs and pulled him forward. He stood slightly, lifting me from the bed and laying me on my back a few feet back from where I had been sitting. He climbed over me and parted my legs further with his knees. He was still only wearing a pair of boxers and I ran my hands down his rock hard stomach. He pushed his erection into my center causing a moan to escape the back of my throat.

He lifted me a few inches from the mattress and ripped his large t-shirt over my head. I fell back and lay heaving in breaths as he took in the sight of my breasts. I could see the lust and burning desire in his eyes and knew that I wouldn't be able to stop this from happening even if I wanted to. A low rumble came from his chest seconds before he tore the panties from my body. I was lying completely naked and exposed on his bed, and I had never felt sexier. I reached for his boxers, but he pulled them down himself.

We looked into each other's eyes, and without a word, I knew I was about to cross a line with this man and I would never be able to look back.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked before moving an inch.

“Yes,” I answered.

Without another word, his lips melted back into mine as he pressed into me.

We spent the next few hours in bed, exploring each other’s bodies. I found more tattoos that I hadn't seen before, and he kissed every word that was written on my side.

“Do you need to work tonight?” I asked as we sat cuddled up on his couch.

We had ordered Chinese food and were both sitting under a blanket on his black leather couch. The walls in his entire apartment were exposed brick. His living room was simple like his bedroom; black leather furniture, black coffee table, and a TV mounted on the wall.

“We're closed on Sundays and Mondays,” he answered as he pulled me into his side. “Do you need to get back to your apartment?”

“No, not really.” I thought about it. “But you can take me back whenever you're ready.”

“What does that mean?” He pulled back and stared down at me.

“Nothing.” I shrugged. “I don't have work or class until Tuesday so Monday is also my day off. But if you're ready for me to leave, I can go.”

“What makes you think I ever want you to leave?”

I sat and stared back at this man who just a week ago I considered a complete jackass. Now he was sitting here acting all sweet and caring. It was kind of giving me emotional whiplash. And I kind of liked it.

“If you want me to take me back to your apartment, just let me know.” He ran his hand down the side of my cheek and lifted my chin. “But no, I don't think I'm ever going to want you to leave.”

He leaned forward and captured me in a long, slow kiss. When we broke contact, I was gasping for air, and he had a small smirk across his face.

“I think I'll stay.” I smiled back at him as I tried to catch my breath.

The next few hours were spent on the same spot on the couch—watching movies, stealing kisses, and eating egg rolls.

“What are you going to school for?” he asked when I walked back in from the kitchen.

“Advertising with a minor in Marketing,” I answered.

“So you're going to go around asking people for money once you're done with school too?” he laughed.

“Basically.” I lifted the blanket, sat back down, and smiled. “I'm actually hoping to get more into Marketing and Web Design once I get a real job but now all of my classes are focusing on other things.”

He smiled down at me, taking in everything I was saying.

“How long have you owned The Green Room?” I asked.

“Too long.” He leaned his head back against the couch. “It was our dad's bar. He was killed in a car accident almost ten years ago, and that's when I took over.”

“When you were sixteen?” That shocked me.

“Yeah.” He continued to stare at the ceiling. “He had left it to me in his will. I was still in high school. Since I was so young, Mel and our uncle had to run things for a few years, but once I turned twenty-one, I took control of the place and have been running it ever since.”

“Do you like it?” I could feel the wrinkles on my forehead my eyebrows were so high.

“Most days.” He turned to look at me. “Why?”

“You just sound.” I didn't know the right word to say. “I don't know, tired?”

He let out a small laugh and continued to stare at me. “Yeah, it wasn't my first choice of a career, but I'm glad I can carry on my dad's name. Green is our last name.”

I let that sink in as I started tracing the tattoos on his arms again.

“Let's go to bed, baby.” He pushed a piece of loose hair behind my shoulder and leaned over to kiss me behind the ear.