Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
The quiet things he did for me. The way he watched me, memorizing every detail of my life, even when I was convinced he despised me. We bickered, played games, and exchanged stupid barbs. But through it all, one thing never changed.
The thought rises inside me, sudden and overwhelming.
I’m in love with him.
I’ve never stopped loving him.
A sob bursts free before I can stop it.
He stills, pain flickering in his eyes as he tries to pull away.
“Don’t,” I plead.
He doesn’t move in either direction as he meets my gaze, his face more guarded than it was just a moment ago.
“I want you inside me.”
“You’re crying.” His voice comes out rough.
“I’m just emotional,” I confess. “I wanted it to be you. I didn’t even realize how much I wanted that until right now.”
The tension dissolves from his body as he eases himself closer, a low sound of approval rumbling through him.
“You know you trespassed again.” His lips brush against mine. “That means I’m going to have to incarcerate you. At least a full day.”
“Technically, you kidnapped me.”
“You can’t kidnap something that’s already yours.”
Those words spark between us, igniting a desperate rush as we come together. He angles my head back, capturing my mouth with his.
We must have kissed a thousand times by now, but this one lays me bare in a way the others never did. There’s nothing to hide behind—no mask, no armor. Stripped of that protection, I’m making a conscious choice to give myself to him. I’m raw and exposed, but those emotions are swallowed by the intoxicating flood of pleasure soaking into my veins.
Beneath the surface, there’s a storm of feelings I’m not ready to explore. Uncertainty. Fear. Vulnerability. But right now, my only focus is the singular thought looping through my brain.
It’s always been him.
His palms glide over my hips, skimming the fabric of my sweater as he pushes it up to my ribcage.
“Wait.” I breathe the words against his lips. “I want to see you too.”
A shudder moves through him as he nods, reluctantly pulling away to undress. At the same time, I tug off my sweater, then he helps me with my skirt and shoes.
Once we’re both naked, he stands at the foot of the bed, letting me drink in the sight of him.
He’s the dangerous kind of beautiful—the one that ends in heartbreak and ruins me for everyone else.
Warm amber eyes framed by dark lashes. A strong, sculpted jaw. Prominent cheekbones. Lips that are downright sinful. They’re the features that haunt me in my dreams and waking hours—the composition of a man I’ve tried so hard to forget.
I realize now, it was always an impossible task.
My eyes carve a path down the column of his neck, exploring the inked canvas of his skin. There are so many intricate details, I could study them for hours.
His entire body is a work of art. A solid mass of muscle, flesh, and bone—as devastating as it is lethal.
My gaze drifts over his ridged abs, tracing that faint dusting of dark hair that leads to his cock. He’s so hard it looks painful, and I can’t help wondering how he ever fit that inside me. But right now, there’s nothing I want more.
“Had your fill?” Gravel edges his voice.
I bite my lip and nod. “For now.”
He tosses the covers back on one side of the bed, then lifts me up and drapes me over the sheet so my head rests against his pillow.
For a moment, he just stands there like it’s hitting him all over again.
I’m in his bed.
We’re both naked.
And soon, he’ll be inside me without any barriers to shield us from the intimacy of the moment.
My pulse quickens as the bed dips beneath his weight, and he lowers his body over mine, settling his hips between my thighs.
For a long stretch, he stares at me like he’s memorizing every detail of my face, though I’m certain he already has.
It doesn’t feel awkward to hold his gaze, and truthfully, I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from him. I imagined this moment for so long, and now that I’m in it, I never want it to end.
He leans closer, the warmth of his body penetrating mine as he buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. A low groan vibrates in his throat, and I feel it between my thighs. But now that he has me naked, he seems to be in no rush.
His lips ghost over my skin, bathing me in slow, reverent kisses. I think if I let him, he could do this all day. But I’m aching for him, desperate to feel him inside me, and I need him to know it.
“Romeo.” My fingers slide over the base of his neck, clinging to him as my nipples scrape against his chest. “Please.”