Romeo
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Tears streamed down Lauren’s face. “You’ve got to admit, the dog is scary. How could I know the guy who owns him is actually the big bad wolf?” she whispered. Looking into his serious face, she saw a man who’d protect and guard forever. He’d try to hide it for her, but there was no doubt in him over what he wanted. She considered her meager experience with men. It wasn’t like several hadn’t indicated interest, she’d just never been interested back. Not enough to do anything about it at least. This tidal wave of emotion he drowned her in, was it the real thing?
All she had to judge it by was the practical knowledge that love was never selfish or mean, or thoughtless. He’d passed that test with flying colors. He not only passed but also added dizzying sexual hunger and a freaking astounding ability to satisfy it. Was she willing to walk away from this? NO echoed through her mind with resounding finality. If this wasn’t the real thing, she’d no desire to figure out what was. It couldn’t be better than this.
Romeo laughed softly. “Perhaps you should pay more attention to the drool on my chin, baby, I’m the one salivating over you.”
Lauren blinked and grinned with him. “When do you suppose we can sit down at the ‘I love you’ table? I’m not sure I can do the time to earn it. I’ve just discovered the big wide world, you know, it’s hard to walk past it without touching.”
Romeo closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the headboard again. “If we go there, Lauren, I’ll never let you go,” he warned her quietly.
“Aren’t I a lucky girl,” she purred. “First time out the gate and I get the grand prize.” A curvy little body slithered up the expanse of tense male sitting on the bed. Firm thighs straddled his hips as she situated herself in his lap. Round breasts pressed against the hard planes of his chest when arms wrapped around his neck. Butterfly kisses peppered his face. His hands couldn’t remain at his sides. Suddenly steel bands wrapped around her and he was crushing every inch of her into him.
“I love you, Lauren.” Romeo groaned as he buried his face in her hair. “Please let it be enough, baby.”
The world shifted as she turned her face into his neck and felt her soul sink into its new home. He completed her in ways she’d never known were incomplete. He was tingling excitement and the perfect serenity of a safe harbor. There was no doubt or fear, just a sigh of intense pleasure as the future filled with every fantasy the little girl had missed opened before her. How could she ever have thought she wanted to do them alone?
Lauren laughed shakily. “I love you, Romeo. Now don’t make me get rough with you. I need a lot more instruction on the care and maintenance of the big bad wolf. Between the two of us, you’re the one most likely to get bored.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “We’ll start with the ‘Worship Him’ lesson and move right into ‘Obedience and Compliance’.” He was already lowering her to the bed, kissing her deeply.
“Start wherever you want,” she whispered as his lips moved down her throat. “We’ll still end up in the shower eventually. Don’t forget what happens when I get pissed.”
“Sweet Jesus, I live for your little cat fits,” he agreed reverently.
About the Author
Hello everyone. If you’re reading this, I hope it means you’ve enjoyed reading one of my books. If you have some other opinion of them, feel free to lie to me anyway. I hereby absolve you from all possible guilt and consequences for flagrant, adjective, saturated lying to the author.
I’m a chronic fantasizer. Every good romance novel ended too soon. After a while, I started making up stories when I had a few minutes to while away. So now, instead of sitting around with a blank look on my face, I’ve taken to writing them down.
Because of my father’s job, we moved every three years in my early life. My first memories are of Bermuda, and then we were in several African countries. It was a wonderful childhood. I gained a rich cultural background in the world community, but never learned to spell. As an adult, I avoided writing at all costs, embarrassed over my limitations.
But the writer will not stay silent forever. She broke out, and insisted on learning the mystical world of grammar and spelling. Haven’t mastered all of it yet, but they let me write for you anyway. Bless every editor on the planet. They give dreamers a place to send fantasies and save us the embarrassment of owning our shortcomings.
Gail welcomes mail from readers. You can write to her c/o Ellora’s Cave Publishing at 1056 Home Ave., Akron OH 44310.
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