Star-Crossed(19)

A white-hot rush of pleasure shot straight between her legs, making all the fine hair on her arms stand on end from the sheer intensity of the moment. Surrendering was easy, because even out of her mind, Jules knew this was one of those rare moments that only came once in a lifetime, maybe twice if a soul was lucky. She wasn’t about to spend the rest of her days lying awake at night—regretting.

When Romeo did finally break the kiss, giving Jules a brief reprieve to find a way to breathe past the passion, his lips moved down to the curve of her neck. His tongue was hot and wet as he licked and kissed and teased, causing a shimmer of pleasure to dance over her skin.

Romeo slid one hand up her thigh and groaned, lifting his head to look at her when he reached the tiny clasp to her garter. Then he tugged on the garter snap, his voice low and demanding as he said, “Tell me.”

His gaze was still holding her captive. It was such an amazingly light shade of green. She felt mesmerized by the flecks of gold around the irises. She could barely speak past the hot rush of anticipation. “What’d you wanna hear?”

“That you want it.” His gaze finally broke from hers to glance down at the low dip in her dress that showed off the curves of her breasts. “I have to know you really need 50



this from me. That you need it like I need it. ’Cause, Madonn’, I need it really bad, and I’m scared to come at you if you’re not there with me.” A slow smile tugged at Jules’s lips as Romeo continued to ogle her tits. The waitress had been right; there was an old-world charm to Romeo. His New York accent was suddenly extra thick, as if he’d spent time trying to smooth out his words for a more cultured air and had just lost a complete grasp of himself.

“I need it,” she assured him as she reached out to stroke his hair, letting the shiny, inky-black strands slide through her fingers. “I’m hurting I need it so bad.” That must have worked, because Romeo leaned into her once more, crushing her against the door. His other hand wrapped around her back, pressing her to him until she could feel the hard outline of his dick through his suit. He buried his face in the curve of her neck once more, licking and kissing, making Jules shift against him at the dance of ecstasy from those simple caresses.

Impatient, she started tugging at his jacket. Once she got it over his broad shoulders, Romeo shrugged it off and tossed it carelessly to the ground. Then Jules worked on his shirt, her fingers fumbling with the buttons when he kissed her again.

This time his need was scorching, overwhelming to the point that Jules was consumed by it. His tongue pushed into her mouth, hard and possessive. His hands ran up her back and then pulled down the zipper to her dress. The straps slid to her upper arms, the material pooling in the front to expose the low-cut, black lace of her bra.

The clothes were a major nuisance, and they were frustrating the hell out of Jules.

Romeo had on entirely too much, and she finally pushed away from him to resume the work of undressing him. She loosened his tie and then pulled it over his head, before tossing it aside to rest on top of his suit jacket. She worked quickly, efficiently pulling one button after another free and then jerking his shirt out of the waistband of his pants to finish the job.

Romeo wasn’t content to stand idly by while Jules stripped him down. He pushed the straps of her dress past her arms until the material bunched at her waist. Jules

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stopped the work on his shirt to push her dress off and made a move to finish undressing him, but he stopped her.

“Shhh.” Romeo grabbed both of her hands. His large fingers wrapped around her wrists as he pinned her against the door, trapping her. “Lemme just look at you for a second.”

Jules’s breathing was rapid. Her heart was beating fast and furious against her chest, but she didn’t fight his hold. The pause let her feel just how desperate the longing really was. The echo of her heartbeat throbbed between her legs, and she curved into him instinctively as he stared at her body, searing her skin with the passion in his hot gaze.

“You’re beautiful, Juliet.” He groaned, still studying her in front of him wearing nothing but sexy, black lingerie and high heels.

She couldn’t find a way to respond. She was mesmerized with how he looked standing there, restraining her hands. His shirt hung open, showing off the smooth, tanned contours of his powerful chest and the ridges of his hard abdominal muscles.

She felt like she was going up in flames, burning with the need to touch and feel everything all at once. She shifted again and tugged halfheartedly against his hold on her wrists, but the truth was she didn’t fight too hard. A part of Jules liked the idea of being held down by this big, powerful fighter who made her feel soft and feminine in a way she usually didn’t. As out of character as it was, she savored being forced to wait and ache for him, feeling every nuance of breath while she fought for sanity.