Resisting Romeo (Steamy Weekends Book 3)

by Melanie Shawn

  “What about toys?”

  My cheeks were on fire and I knew they had to be bright red. I was trying to remain composed and calm, but my voice cracked as I asked, “Toys?”

  “Vibrators?”

  “Oh.” I shook my head no. “I never tried them. Call me a romantic, but I’d wanted my first real sexual experience to be with a man, not something battery powered.”

  “You said you had dreams.” His eyes had a primal gleam in them that had my entire body heating up from something much different than embarrassment. “What are your dreams about?”

  “What?” They were sex dreams. What did he think they were about?

  “You said that you’ve orgasmed in your dreams, tell me about them.”

  “No.”

  “Yes.” He started to walk toward me and I instinctively backed up.

  The hard surface of the wooden door pressed against my shoulders. I shook my head no but he kept coming toward me.

  “I am not going to tell you anything.” My voice was weak and I was not sounding nearly as convincing as I wanted to be.

  He stopped directly in front of me, only inches separating us. My eyes were now even with his solid chest. I tried to swallow, but a large lump had formed in my throat.

  “Are you alone in your dreams or is someone with you?”

  What sort of a sex dream would it be if only I was in it? I wondered silently.

  “I’m not alone.”

  “What’s happening in the dream?”

  I opened my mouth to tell him, again, that I didn’t want to talk about it, but no sound came out. I couldn’t speak. He was so close to me I could feel heat radiating off of him. When he spoke, I could feel his breath fan my face. I could smell the mint of his toothpaste and the musk of his aftershave. I could see the vibrant colors of his tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt.

  “I’m being kissed.” By you.

  “You come from being kissed?”

  “Yes.” But it’s not on my mouth.

  “Being kissed where?” His question solidified what I’d always feared—he could read my mind.

  My skin tingled and I could feel that this was a big moment. I knew, somehow, that if I answered honestly it would change everything.

  I licked my lips nervously and lifted my eyes to his. “Between my legs.”

  His nostrils flared and his jaw tightened. “Who is between your legs?”

  The lump in my throat made it difficult to swallow, but somehow I managed and the gulp was audible.

  “Who?” he demanded gruffly.

  “Kevin Murdock.” I managed to answer with a straight face.

  “Kevin Murdock? Your fucking prom date?”

  “Yep.” I nodded.

  Maybe I was still a little drunk because at the flash of shock and disappointment that appeared on his face I started giggling uncontrollably.

  “I’m just kidding.” I started to swat him playfully but he caught my hand and held it against the hardened planes of his chest.

  Heat spread from my palm and infused my entire body. I could feel the pounding of his heart beneath my touch and the sensation caused me to sober up, fast. I sucked in a startled breath as my entire body became engulfed in flames of arousal. My eyes lifted once again to his.

  “I’m not kidding. Who is it in your dreams?”

  “You.” I admitted breathlessly. “It’s always been you.”

  CHAPTER 16

  Romeo

  Fuck.

  Her confession hit me square in the chest. Hearing that I’d been the one to give her pleasure, even if it was in her dreams, had every possessive cell in my body springing to life.

  I stared down at her eyes wide with expectation and vulnerability. Excitement and maybe a little nervousness. I was happy that she’d let her walls down, I could see what she was feeling. Now I needed to show her what I was feeling.

  Juliette’s hair was whisper-soft against my fingertips as I brushed it gently away from her face. Her eyes shimmered with years of pent-up attraction that mirrored mine.

  I’d waited so long to touch her like this, though I’d done it a thousand times in my mind. No. A hundred thousand times.

  I stepped forward slowly, closing the short distance between us, deliberately invading her space. My cock jumped as she sucked in a sharp breath.

  This moment had been so long coming. I didn’t want to waste one second. I wanted to savor every impression, every sensation and lock it away for good so that I could relive it any time I wanted.

  The thing that knocked me on my ass more than anything else was the electricity flowing between us. It was tangible. It made every hair on my body stand on end; every inch of my skin tingled with anticipation.

  Finally, when I couldn’t take one more second of not knowing what she tasted like, I leaned down and kissed her soft lips. Those same lips that I’d dreamt of and fantasized about for so many nights. Now they were my reality.

  The kiss was slow and soft. Our lips brushed one another’s with erotic innocence. I didn’t want to rush her into doing anything she wasn’t ready for, but I needed her to know where I wanted this to go.

  I pulled back. “Jules,” I whispered, so much rasp in my voice that the word was almost trapped in my throat completely.

  Her trembling fingers lifted to my face and she grazed my cheek, her beautiful eyes fixed on mine. “Yes?”

  “I have fantasy. A dream, really, that I want to make come true tonight.”

  “What is it?”

  I smiled and kissed her again. “To make your dream come true.”

  Her eyes did that surprised widening thing again that made my dick jump in my pants. “Are you talking about…?”

  Her voice trailed off in a whisper and my grin spread. “Yes, I am.”

  “Okay,” she breathed.

  With that, I pressed my lips to hers and swept her up in my arms, kissing her deeply as I carried her to the bed. I never wanted to let her go. She felt amazing in my arms that was true—but not just that. She felt right in my arms.

  When we reached the bed, I laid her down gently on top of the covers and undressed her slowly, pulling each piece of clothing off of her body with concentration and care. I wanted to savor this. I’d been waiting for so long to see her beautiful, naked body and each step toward it was like a religious experience.

  When I had finally removed her last article of clothing, I took a step back and studied the breathtaking view in front of me.

  God, she was stunning.

  Her creamy skin and smooth curves made her look like an alabaster carving of a goddess. Better, though. A thousand times better, because she was made of flesh and blood.

  Finally, I couldn’t resist the urge to touch her any longer. I moved back to the bed and sat down, perching on the edge as I leaned forward and crushed my lips to hers, as if I could take possession of her and claim her as my territory with nothing but the force of my lips against hers.

  My hands roamed over her body as my lips moved in a passionate dance with hers. I explored every delicious curve, and then went back and explored each of them again. God, I couldn’t get enough of her.

  After all these years, there was no need to worry about reality not living up to the fantasy. Hell, if I had known that the reality was going to be this amazing, I don’t know that I would’ve even bothered with all the fantasizing. It was such a pale imitation of actually kissing her and touching her.

  When I couldn’t wait another second to let my mouth cover all of the territory that my hands had just gone over, I broke away from the kiss and moved my head down her chest, planting kisses on her skin as I went. I circled her hard nipples with my tongue and then captured them in my mouth, sucking on them as if I could actually somehow devour her beauty, as if that were possible.

  She writhed beneath me, soft sounds of pleasure filling the air.

  Her back arched under my attention, pressing her nipples even harder into my mouth. I switched back and fort
h between the two. Every time that I could see the one that was being ignored needed attention, I would switch back to it. It became dizzying, and I drew back and took a breath to center myself.

  When I did, my eyes drifted back down to her beautiful breasts. Her nipples were rock-hard and shiny; they stood out from the creamy flesh surrounding them. And suddenly, my head was spinning again and the temptation to touch her took over. I lowered and took her nipple in my mouth once again.

  She moaned as soon as my tongue touched her sensitive flesh and her back arched just like it had been before. Only this time, there was more desperation in her movements and her moans.

  My hand, which had been trailing over her belly and up and down the inside of her thighs, was finally drawn to the destination that it had been dancing around. I parted her lips with my fingers and a moan escaped from deep in my chest at just how completely fucking wet she was.

  Damn.

  I kissed my way down her belly, taking little breaks to lick every inch of her skin, branding it with my tongue. Her stomach muscles contracted with every movement. My dick was so hard by this point that I found it hard to imagine it would ever go back down again.

  When I finally reached my goal, I spread her legs apart, giving me total access to her feminine core. Her sex was glistening with desire and I traced each fold and then the seam of her opening.

  “Please,” she begged in a whimper as her hips tilted up into my hand.

  I could’ve stayed like this all night, exploring the most intimate part of her body, but hearing her beg pushed me over the edge. I’d waited so long to taste her, I wasn’t going to waste one more second. I covered her mound with my mouth and licked her essence.

  Damn, she was sweet. Like nectar. Like pure heaven. I couldn’t get enough.

  I grazed my tongue through her folds, pushing into every crevice to capture all of the juices there.

  As I moved my tongue against her with more and more force, she bucked against me. My dick throbbed to the point that it was almost painful. Fuck, it turned me on so much, knowing that I was giving her so much pleasure.

  Something occurred to me then. All those nights I spent fantasizing about her, most of what I thought about wasn’t what you’d expect…like picturing her naked and what it would feel like to bury myself inside her. Sure, I thought about those things, but they weren’t the main thrust—no pun intended—of my imaginings.

  What I thought about most of all was this. Bringing her pleasure. Making every single one of her cells surge with electricity. I’d dreamed about the look on her face when I did this, about the way her body would move underneath me, and all the things she’d say.

  But the one common denominator was that it was her pleasure that took center stage in my fantasies.

  And now it was coming true. And, it was so much better, fuller, and richer than I ever imagined it could be.

  Her hands fisted in my hair at the same time as her hips thrust up.

  “Don’t stop,” she moaned. “Oh, yes. More. Please.”

  I had no choice but to give her what she wanted.

  I pushed my tongue deep inside her, lapping up her sweet juices, and slid my hands up her legs, grabbing onto her hips. My fingers dug into her flesh, holding her in place as her inner thighs began to tremble.

  Her moans quickly turned to gasps and her writhing turned to spasms. Her inner wall muscles clenched around my tongue as it darted in and out of her and her clit was hard and big every time the stiff peak of my tongue brushed it.

  I pulled back just a little, just long enough to murmur, “That’s right, baby. Come for me. Come for me right now.” With that command, I flicked her hardened nub rapidly with the tip of my tongue.

  Her response was swift and sharp. Her mouth opened to a silent scream and then her whole body convulsed around my mouth.

  That thing that I’d been fantasizing about giving her for so long had finally happened. My dreams had come true and they were better than I’d ever imagined.

  CHAPTER 17

  Juliette

  The orgasm that took ahold of me as Romeo moved his tongue between my legs was stronger than anything I’d ever felt before. Stronger than anything I’d ever imagined it was possible to feel, for that matter.

  It grabbed me and shook me; it possessed me completely. It sent me on a journey to another plane of existence. For a moment, I wasn’t even on earth. I was somewhere beyond space and time, a place where the only thing that existed was Romeo.

  But, holy—freaking—moly, did he exist there. Did he ever.

  When it was over, my entire body went limp. Romeo lay down beside me, pulled me to him, and then held me in his strong arms and stroked my hair. In some ways that was even better than the orgasm. I felt safe and warm and content.

  We lay there silently, me reveling in the fact that I’d just had an IRL orgasm and him, well, I didn’t know what he was thinking. But I did know that I had more fantasies that I wanted to come true tonight. I turned my head and softly pressed my lips to Romeo’s neck, trying not to think about whoever’s lips were tattooed there before I whispered in his ear, “I still want you to be my first. And I want it to be tonight.”

  He pulled back just far enough to look into my eyes. I could see the concern that filled his aqua stare. “We don’t have to do that. You don’t have to do that just because—”

  “I know we don’t have to. I want to,” I assured him.

  “Are you sure? Are you sure you’re ready? You’ve waited so long. There’s no reason to go from zero to sixty right now.”

  I laughed. I couldn’t help myself, it just burst out of me. “How long I’ve waited is exactly why I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m more than ready. I’ve been ready for years, when it comes down to it. We’ve waited long enough—I don’t want to wait one more second.” A thought suddenly hit me: what if he didn’t want to be my first? He’d said, “No, not like this.” What if the like this was that he didn’t want to take my virginity? Some guys had a thing about that. I started to pull out of his arms. “Unless, you don’t want—”

  He tightened his hold around me. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you. Only you.”

  With that romantic declaration, he pressed his lips to mine and kissed me deeply. My heart, which had slowed to a steady rhythm sped back up again until it was pounding fast and furious.

  An urgency boiled to the surface and it made me tremble with need. I wanted to touch him, I needed to feel his skin against mine. My hands fumbled as I tugged at the soft cotton of his shirt. I wanted to be naked together, to press my body against his with nothing in-between us.

  He must’ve felt the same because he tore his shirt and sweats off with same frantic energy that I was feeling, and before I knew it, he was lying beside me totally naked.

  My mouth dropped open at the sight. His body was truly a work of art, with tattoos covering his entire torso. My hand trembled as I reached out and traced the outline of a heart that was engulfed in flames on his torso. Then I slowly brushed my fingertips down over his abs. I watched as his erection twitched the closer my hand got to it.

  “As much as I’m enjoying this, if you don’t stop I’m going to come and I’d really prefer to do that while I’m deep inside of you,” he growled.

  My inner walls clamped down at his statement.

  I lay on my back, relinquishing control. As much as I wanted this to happen, I had to admit that I was a little, or maybe a lot, nervous. I’d wanted this to happen for so long, but now that it was actually here, I was terrified. I closed my eyes and slowly breathed in through my nose.

  “Shit.”

  The bed dipped and I opened my eyes to see that Romeo was sitting straight up.

  “What?”

  “I don’t have a condom.”

  “Oh. Um, I’m on the pill.”

  His brows rose. “You are?”

  “Yeah.” I’d been on it since my early twenties to regulate my period, not that I wanted to share that info
rmation right now.

  He stared at me, his chest rising up and down. “I’ve never had unprotected sex.”

  “Neither have I,” I teased.

  The smile that spread across his face made any nerves that I might’ve been feeling disappear. This was Romeo. My Romeo. The Romeo who’d rescued me in the hay maze. The Romeo who’d rushed me to the hospital when my appendix burst. The Romeo who was the only man I’d ever loved.

  He moved above me and instead of anxiety, all I felt was anticipation at the rightness of this moment.

  My legs instinctively opened and he settled between them. Then he reached between us and took himself in his hand. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from it. It was mesmerizing.

  It looked so thick, so hard. So powerful. There were so many things I wanted to do with it—grasp it, stroke it, kiss it, and suck it. But all of those could wait. Right now, what I really wanted was to feel it inside of me.

  His engorged tip pressed at the entrance of my sex. My breath caught in my throat. Romeo was going to be inside of me.

  “Are you sure you want to do this?” His words were gravelly and raw.

  “Yes!” I reached up and gripped his shoulders.

  Slowly, he pushed inside of me. I gasped and dug my fingers into his flesh as sensations slammed into me like a train, knocking me back and stealing my breath. My head spun, like the room was swirling around me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  Not that I wanted to. The ride Romeo was taking me on was thrilling and breathtaking. It was like the world’s fastest and most dangerous rollercoaster, but so much better than any kind of thrill ride could be, because with Romeo, behind the tingles of adventure was the knowledge that I was completely and utterly safe with him.

  I didn’t know what I was basing that on, I just knew it, completely and in my heart. Maybe it was just a truth I sensed intuitively when his arms were around me.

  He moved in and out of me, slowly at first, but then steadily increasing the pace. With every thrust into me, the pressure in my belly built. Before long, I knew I was headed for another orgasm.