“Keep your phone on, little brother.”
“Yep,” I reply. The smell of his expensive cologne lingers as he heads for the door, the sound of it shutting behind him as he leaves. I notice the room has become darker, the clouds outside giving little light to shine through as the storm moves in.
“Wow,” Luna says on an exhale. “This is happening. We’re really going to do this.” Her fingers fidget with each other, her face looking more pale than seconds ago.
I walk around the island and pull her close to me, my hand rubbing up and down her back. I can’t help but notice our touching doesn’t bother me anymore. In fact, I find myself seeking the feel of her skin next to mine.
“Yes, we are.”
“What about your dad?” she asks, her head against my chest. My nostrils flare thinking about what I’m going to have to do to my dad to keep him out of my way.
“I’ll take care of it,” I clip.
LunaSitting on the floor on one side of the coffee table, Romeo on the other, I laugh at something he said. Neither of us paying attention to what’s on TV at this point. We’ve both been drinking and I feel really good right now. My lips numb, vision a little hazy, and Romeo looks so sexy in just a pair of sweats, a smile on his face, and hair in his eyes. I think I want to go further than just kissing. I know I do. I’m definitely attracted to him, who wouldn’t be. The liquid courage makes me overlook my hard past and has me wanting to make a bold move.
Standing up, I walk over to the radio and turn it on.
“What are you doing?” he questions, taking the bottle from the table and sipping from it.
Touching the screen, listening for a song that feels right, ignoring him. A beat has my fingers stop and I look at the screen. “Makin’ Good Love” by Avant.
I turn on my heel and glance at Romeo. A devil and angel arguing inside my head. One saying I’m not ready for this, the other saying seize the moment. He smirks, watching me with hooded eyes.
Rocking my hips, hands above my head, I dance toward him, his eyes on me the whole time. Stepping over his lap, I straddle him and sit on him. Both of my hands on his bare chest, I notice my arm is quivering from the nerves building inside my chest. I haven’t willingly touched a man since my high school days.
“Romeo,” I say huskily.
He stares at me, those honey-brown eyes burning through my last restraint.
“Take me.”
Using his feet, he kicks the coffee table, pushing it into the couch. He’s on his knees, me underneath him in seconds. My breath quickens, eyes widening.
Hovering over me, he kisses me, but only for a second before his lips are on my neck. Holding his face, his scratchy facial hair under my palms, my body comes alive like it never has before. My breath is taken away, his attentive lips on my neck making my eyes flutter. His hands grasp my wrists, pinning them above my head, his fingers trailing down the inner skin of my arm, making sure to skip over my cut. His touch tickles but feels so good at the same time. I want him to do that everywhere, for his touch to erase the haunting traces left behind by vile men before him. His lips lower to my chest, kissing the skin in the dip of my shirt.
Yes, I want more!
One of my legs arch, my knee resting on his hip. Both of his hands grab the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up over my head. He throws it over his shoulder, and rubs both of my tits with the palms of his hand, my nipples so hard they almost hurt. Ducking his head downward, his face in between my breasts, he kisses and sucks the skin. A supple moan escapes my lips as he slips the pink bud into his warm mouth. My arousal dampening my pants. I’ve never felt so adored, so cherished before. Are all men like this or just Romeo? His head lowers, his breath against my belly button before his teeth grab the elastic of my yoga pants. He snaps it with his teeth and my back arches off the floor, my thigh feeling his hard length. I ignite, my movements shaky as I shimmy my pants down my hips and he quickly removes my them, I shove his down using my feet. He grabs my thigh and kisses the sensitive skin on the inside, and I drag my hand down from above my head, down my face. God, his touch is amazing. Erasing all the evil that has laid a finger upon my flesh before him.