She reached out, touching the computer screen when she thought about all he’d been through. Why did Clay win that championship belt when Romeo wanted it so badly and Clay had so many already? It all seemed so unfair. Romeo deserved to be happy, and Jules realized she desired it with every fiber of her being. To see all his hard work and suffering pay off. She wanted the world for Romeo, and she didn’t know how to give it to him.
She sat up and tilted the laptop’s screen to better capture all of her. “I’m going first.”
“Okay,” Romeo said, surprised. “Abrupt change of pace.”
“Hush before I change my mind,” Jules said and then pulled Wyatt’s football jersey over her head before she lost her nerve.
“God,” Romeo groaned and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck as he leaned in closer. “I fucking love your body.”
Not every man would agree with Romeo. Her body was more cut and angular than most women. She didn’t have the soft curves and cushy ass others did, but that didn’t feel like a bad thing when Romeo was looking at her like he was, desperate to see her after weeks with nothing but a voice to connect with.
“Are you gonna talk to me?” she asked, feeling shy despite her determination.
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“Absolutely,” Romeo agreed, still studying her with rapt interest. “Slide back on the bed. Spread out those long legs for me.”
Romeo’s voice was suddenly low and compelling, that New York accent of his becoming extra thick like it always did when he was doing this, talking to her, turning her on.
Jules did as she was told, sliding back and grabbing the pillows. She propped them up against the headboard and leaned against them as she unfolded her legs. She stretched them out, planting her feet on either side of her laptop as she lay there in nothing but a pair of bikini-cut panties. Then she bit her lip, feeling torn between extreme embarrassment and sexual arousal as Romeo watched her, looking very intense and in charge of the situation.
“What’d you do when we’re talking?” Romeo asked curiously. “Do you touch your tits? Do you tease yourself a little first?”
“Honestly?” Jules asked, laughing self-consciously. “I’m not really one to beat around the bush. I usually get to the point.”
“That works for me,” Romeo said, his gaze still hot and intense. He eyed the pink, cotton material between Jules’s legs. “But you gotta take those off first. Lemme see all of you. I need it, Juliet. I didn’t even realize how badly I needed it until right now.” The craziest part of all of this was it made her hot as hell, the idea of performing for him, turning him on with her body and her actions. She almost didn’t want to take off her panties. She’d just waxed the other day, and there was only a thin strip of blonde hair to hide her obvious arousal.
But Jules wasn’t shy, and she certainly wasn’t someone to half-ass something. She pushed off her underwear and then spread her legs once more. She knew he could see her blush because it felt white-hot as it rose from the back of her neck and spread to her face.
It was tempting to close her eyes and hide from his reaction, but she didn’t; she looked back at the computer boldly to see Romeo lick his lips. His eyes were a vibrant 132
green against his tan skin. Even through the dimmed resolution of video chat, somehow his longing was palatable. Jules could actually see it, and it drew her in, making her forget the embarrassment.
“Do it,” he finally said, making it sound like finding his voice had been a challenge. “Lemme watch.”
Jules ran her right hand down her body, being more leisurely than she would’ve been if she hadn’t had an audience. She even touched her tits, the pads of her fingers running over her pink nipples, making them pucker. It was tempting to look away from Romeo’s intense gaze and study her own image in the small box in the corner of the screen, but she didn’t. This was for him, and if he liked what he was seeing, she wasn’t going to waste the energy convincing herself otherwise.
Then she slid her fingers down to her folds, boldly spreading herself for him simply because she knew he’d like it, and she wasn’t disappointed.
Romeo groaned. “Madonn ’, I want you so fucking bad, Juliet. You got no friggin’
idea.”
“I got an idea.” Jules’s voice was husky with arousal. Her eyes fell to half-mast as she teased her clit. She did it slowly, almost torturing herself for the sake of the performance, but it still felt amazing, especially when she had Romeo’s image to fuel the fire. Her head fell back against the headboard and she moaned, “God.” Jules wasn’t good at the torment thing when it came to her own pleasure. She was more pent up than she realized and considerably more selfish. Fuck the performance, she suddenly needed to come. She rubbed her clit with intent, knowing he was watching how she did it and getting herself off on that thought.