“Why are you showing, or telling me? I didn’t ask you to. And I certainly didn’t expect it. Even though I told you mine last night, that was because I was ready to admit it. If I didn’t speak it out loud, I don’t think I could’ve done this.” I gesture between us as I say this. It’s true. Last night I knew I needed to come clean because I can feel the emotions twisting in my gut from the secrets I’m holding onto. Or was.
“I wanted nothing more than to have this no-strings relationship where I enjoy your body, but with each passing day, I find myself wanting more.”
Shaking my head, I tell Rome, “I can’t offer you more. I told you that.”
“Not right now, no. But like I told you, I’m not going anywhere. And I know you want this.” Rome chuckles as he gestures to his body, which makes me laugh. “Come on, Elisabet, admit it.” With a cocky wink, he rises and makes his way to the kitchen as I throw a pillow at his retreating form.
I sip my coffee, listening to Rome work in the kitchen, and for a moment, I try to imagine what it is he’s hiding. What could be so bad in his past that he has to show me?
He wants more. How do I let someone in again?
“Are you coming?” Rome calls from the kitchen, making me laugh as he drags me out of the thoughts that have taken hold of me. He appears in the doorway. Noticing me smile, he asks, “What?”
“Not coming yet,” I tease, trying to lighten the mood. I enjoy spending time with him, and for now, that’s all that matters. Maybe this can actually work.
I move to the chair and grab my robe. Once I’ve tied the silky belt around my waist, I make my way toward him. Leaning up on my tiptoes, I brush my lips along his, feeling his warmth as I press my body against him.
“Once you’ve had breakfast, and you’re ready, I’ll ensure you come, at least five times before lunch,” he tells me in a husky whisper. It’s a promise, one that makes me shiver.
“You’re crazy,” I tell him before stepping past him. I feel him behind me, hot on my heels, and I can’t stop the need that races down my spine. I don’t know what it is about him, but Rome makes me happy. It’s not just the sex, though. He makes me feel like I can be honest with him.
Like I’m not just a ticket out of some business deal, but a woman. Granted, Marco knew the worry I’d been through, and thankfully, he wasn’t interested in my father’s bartering of me, but I know if his hand is forced, he will come for me.
What I told Rome last night is true, Marco wouldn’t hurt me, but I know the life I was born into doesn’t afford many choices. The rules aren’t broken. The law is set on another level from the one the rest of the world follows.
Settling at the breakfast bar, I can’t help smiling when I see the avocado toast along with some scrambled eggs Rome made.
“I didn’t think you were a breakfast kind of guy,” I remark as he sits beside me, setting my plate on the counter along with his. A freshly brewed coffee is also wafting in the air, and for the first time in a long while, I feel at peace.
“Of course I am. It’s the most important meal of the day.”
“Oh?” This has me turning to regard him. He’s clearly in good shape, and I’m sure he eats well, besides the gym that so clearly keeps him toned, but for some reason, I pictured him as the run-out-of-the-house-at-five-in-the-morning-with-a-coffee type of guy.
“Yes, well,” he says, shrugging. “That’s besides me devouring your pretty pussy as well.” His comment has me blushing. Last night, I asked him to make me forget. I also spread my legs for him, and he made me come on his tongue twice. But in the light of day, it feels different, more explicit.
“And you’re not too bad at that,” I tease him, picking up a slice of toast to take a bite. I can feel the fire in his gaze as he regards me, but he merely shakes his head instead of retorting back. I have a feeling he may show and not tell in this instance.
When I’m finished with my breakfast, Rome leans in, but he doesn’t kiss me like I expect him to. His lips whisper along the shell of my ear, and a shiver of desire races down my spine.
“Not too bad?” he rasps. “I’ll show you how not too bad I am, sweetheart.” He moves quickly. He’s off the chair and behind me, his hands on my hips as he spins me on the stool, and soon enough, I’m spread open for him. His eyes lock on my bare pussy, and his fingers taunt my inner thighs.