Bad Romeo (Starcrossed #1)(97)
Author: Leisa Rayven

I kiss him all over, trying to break down his resistance.

His chest is warm, and I use soft lips and gentle fingers. When I look up, I find him watching me. As I move farther down and explore the ridges of his abs, he tilts his head back and exhales.

I whisper things into his skin. I tell him how beautiful he is, how special, how much I need him. He replies with a frown. I don’t think he believes me, but I’m determined to make him.

When I go back to his mouth, he lets me see more of his need and kisses me so deeply, he makes me dizzy.

When I reach for the fly of his pants, he pulls back, breathless. “I thought we agreed to not have sex tonight?”

“No. You said we should wait. I didn’t agree.”

“But you said you understood. You thought it was sweet.”

“I do understand, and your concern is sweet. I just think it’s completely unnecessary.” I graze my fingers across his chest and watch as goose bumps form. “If you really don’t want to take this any further tonight, no problem. Just tell me to stop.” I kiss his neck. Taste his skin. Salty and warm despite the chill outside. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

He grips my hips as I grind against him, but he doesn’t say anything.

“Do you want me to stop, Ethan?” I kiss his clavicle, his pec, just above his nipple. He squeezes his eyes shut. “Or do you want me to keep touching you?”

When his eyes open, there’s fire there. Deep and hungry.

He wraps his fist in my hair. “You don’t think I can stop, do you?”

“I know you can. I just really hope you won’t.”

He stares at me for a few seconds before pulling me in for a searing kiss.

Lips. Tongue. Oh, God. His tongue.

He tastes like lust. Smells like it, too. Even though I can feel him trying to resist, I know his erogenous zones just as well as he knows mine, and I use them against him.

After a few more minutes of coaxing, his hands are everywhere, pushing under elastic and tugging at straps. When I sense him becoming greedy, I pull back. His gaze heats my skin as he watches me remove my bra. Then just like that, he doesn’t seem so cautious any more. He makes a sound, and I swear it’s the last of his willpower snapping. He stands, taking me with him, and it’s like he’s all around me. Hands, and mouth, and dark, needy noises.

Then, everything seems to happen in a blur. My back is pressed against walls and doors as he moves us toward the bedroom. I tug on his hair. Sink teeth into his shoulder. He carries me with one arm and uses the other to tug at his clothes.

We’re both needy. Urgent hands push and probe, not satisfied with anything but unencumbered skin. For me, every layer that hits the floor feels like a victory. Every low noise he makes becomes my new anthem.

Each time he crushes against me, I can feel more of him, and the more I feel, the more I need.

When we’re finally both naked on the bed, the sheer volume of his skin against mine makes me stop dead in my tracks and gasp for air.

When I stare up at him, my awe is reflected in his eyes.

“Cassie…”

I stop him with a kiss. “Say you want me.”

“You know I do, but…”

“Then make love to me.”

He drops his head and exhales. “You deserve—”

“You. I deserve you. Stop second-guessing this and make love to me. You said you want my first time to be special. Well, make it special. I want it to be you. Don’t you understand? This is the most special thing you can give me. Please.”

He squeezes his eyes shut. His body is bound up with tension from so many different sources, I don’t think he can figure out how to unwind himself. I push him onto his back and straddle his hips before leaning over so my hair brushes his chest. I stroke his arms to try and loosen his emotional knots.

“Stop thinking,” I whisper, and kiss down his neck. He sighs when I move down to his chest and lifts my hair so he can watch. “For one night, just be with me. No fear. No guilt. Just us.”

I move down and kiss his stomach. Warm skin. Sparse hair. Muscles tremble under my lips as he tightens his hand in my hair.

“It’s not easy to just switch off my brain,” he says, his voice quiet.

“Then let me help you.”

I move down to where he’s hard and graze with fingers first, then lips and tongue. He makes a long, strained noise that vibrates through all of his muscles.

Lord, how he sounds. How he feels. How every stroke makes him let go just a little bit more.

I look up and see he’s watching me, enraptured. For once, he’s totally here. Not lost in his head somewhere. His expression is breathtakingly vulnerable as I bring him pleasure.

“God … Cassie…”

He strokes my face gently, the expression on his face reverent. I move my mouth over him, making every touch say something.

When he swears under his breath, I know he’s close. Before he can finish, he lifts me up and away and pushes me onto my back. He kisses me then moves down to the rest of my body to explore all of the parts he hasn’t seen before.

The look of astonishment on his face almost makes me laugh. I have no illusions that I have a perfect body or that I’m the most beautiful girl in the world. But the way he looks at me makes me feel like I am.

He trails fingertips over my nipples and makes me shiver. His mouth follows.

Yes.

Every dip and groove of my body is explored. Touched and kissed. Sucked and nibbled. He worships my skin, and makes soft noises that speak louder than most of the words he’s ever said.

Like this, he’s mine. Completely. It’s so clear in the way he watches me. As if he’s looking for every new milestone of pleasure while he convinces all of my nerve endings to dance for him.

I’m desperate to ask him if this is normal. If the other women he’s been with have come so thoroughly undone by him. But I decide to believe this is extraordinary for both of us. That this bizarre chemical eruption we bring out in each other is unique.

I go into a haze as he pushes his hand between my thighs. Gentle fingers. Tight circles. I clutch and grip at him; whisper his name to urge him on. Needing, needing, needing.

Long minutes stretch and ebb. He strings me along, gentle but determined, and when he finally lets me come, I cry out as all of my muscles tremble and spasm.

I grip his shoulders throughout my climax, and he kisses my forehead. He seems to be breathing almost as heavily as I am. When I come back to my senses and open my eyes, he looks confused. Almost like he can’t believe what he just witnessed.