I looped my arms around his neck and his hands threaded into my hair. Our lips met and fire raced over my skin.
A groan ripped out of him and he lifted me, moving us until I was trapped between a tree at my back and his hard chest against mine.
“Roman.” Without thinking, I teased my hands under the hem of his T-shirt.
“I love the way you touch me and say my name,” he whispered against my lips.
“Roman,” I said again. My fingers tugged at his shirt. I had no idea what I was doing, I just moved on instinct, want, and need. To be closer to him. Skin on skin.
He stripped off his shirt and my breath caught. He was beautiful. Muscular, strong, but scarred. “What happened?” I asked, tracing my fingers over faded white and red lines.
“Nothing I want to talk about.” He glanced down as if seeing the scars for the first time in ages. “One day I want to cover them up with some ink.”
I easily pictured a tapestry of vivid, bold colors splashed over his skin. “What kind of tattoos do you want?”
“Haven’t decided yet. I’m sure I’ll find inspiration when the time is right.” He bent down to kiss me again and I tipped my head back, offering myself.
He kissed and nipped at my neck all the way to a spot behind my ear that made me dizzy with desire. His thumbs brushed against my sides, under my jacket and shirt. The urge to have his hands on my bare skin made me reckless. Pinned between him and the tree, I struggled for leverage to take my jacket off, then tugged my shirt up over my head.
Roman stared at me with awe in his wide, green eyes.
I hesitated and crossed my arms over my chest. Did he think I was moving too fast? How far did I want this to go?
Then his lips were on mine again and I stopped questioning the moment.
Slowly, almost reverently, he skimmed his palms up my sides, over my back, and finally stopped to gently tug my arms away from my chest.
He stared.
Heat crawled over my skin.
I didn’t own any fancy underwear like Vienna or the other girls in my gym class. But by the hungry look in Roman’s eyes, I don’t think he minded the plain, white cotton bra one bit. He reverently cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my bra where my nipples pushed against the fabric. A zap of electricity shot straight to my center. My head fell back, lazily rolling to the side.
I’d never felt this way before. Wild and desperate. Yet, safe in Roman’s arms.
“Juliet?” he whispered.
I opened my eyes and watched as he dipped his head low, kissing the swell of my breast peeking over the top of my too-small bra. Any lingering embarrassment over my basic undergarments evaporated. His tongue gently teased over my nipple straining against the cotton.
“Roman.” My hands dug into his hair. I wanted so much more. He answered my desperate grip by moving to my other breast, gently biting at my nipple.
“Oh my God.” Tingles of pleasure flooded my body from that simple nip.
With great reluctance, he slowly dragged himself away from my breasts and stood straighter, peering down at me.
He opened his mouth to say something and since I sensed it was something I didn’t want to hear, I hooked my hand behind his neck and pulled him toward me for another kiss.
I wasn’t ready for our magical moment to end.
Roman
Gone. My brain had switched to feral mode. The need to claim Juliet right this second beat through my blood. I lifted her, marveling at how light but solid she felt in my arms. This wasn’t a dream. She was real. Her thighs hugged my hips, her ankles hooked behind me, drawing me closer.
She kissed me with the same determined passion. I rolled my hips, and my painfully hard cock nudged the warmth straight between her legs.
Heaven.
I was convinced it was behind that denim.
The wind rustled through the leaves and a few splatters of water from the earlier storm rained down. A cooler breeze swirled around us, whispering that we couldn’t continue down this path.
“We have to stop,” I rasped.
She tightened her legs around my waist and I groaned. I was two seconds from shredding her jeans and discovering all her hidden spots.
I cupped her cheeks and kissed her lips one last time before pulling back for good.
“We can’t,” I whispered. “Not now.”
For one thing, even though our current spot was secluded, we were still in a public park where anyone could stumble on us. I didn’t want to take that chance.
There was also the fact that I didn’t have a condom. I’d encountered enough pregnant girls in foster care to know I didn’t want to be the kind of asshole who knocked up his high school girlfriend. Especially since I had no way to provide for Juliet.