.
“ Your last chance to push me away before it’s too late,’ he whispers.
Mesmerized, I stay in a trance until his lips meet mine.
And he does make me melt right into, just like that.
Chapter Fifteen
The moment his lips touch mine, I feel my breath catch in my throat. For one perfect second it’s hard to remember why I resisted this long, why we haven’t been doing this for days —because perfect is exactly what it is. His mouth is warm and his lips are ever so slightly chapped, giving the kiss just the right amount of friction as he tilts his head to lick at my mouth.
I let him in with a breathy moan, which makes him growl low in the back of his throat. The sound sends shivers shooting straight down my spine and I’m suddenly aching to be closer. He wraps his arms around me and drags me in closer, licking at my mouth again, more demanding this time.
He sweeps his tongue into my mouth as soon as I part my lips, and I find myself bringing my hands up to cling to his shoulders as he practically devours my mouth in the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had.
He kisses just like he sings, smooth and fluid and hot .
I’m gasping for breath by the time we part. One of his hands has slipped under the hem of my blouse, and I shiver at the touch of his fingers to my skin.
“Wait,” I say.
He growls again, louder this time now that it’s not muffled against my mouth. “ Wait ?”
I swallow thickly and nod even though waiting is the last thing I want to do. The kiss was a promise of so much more, and it was a sort of more that I wanted. But I knew that I couldn’t rush into things right now. I had to think, had to think about whether or not this was really—well, real .
Romeo fixes his heated gaze on me for one fierce moment and I almost think he’s going to lean in again, take me into his arms and refuse to wait. I hold my breath, something similar to anticipation coursing through my veins.
He stops, though, and takes a step back as he nods. “Fine. If waiting’s what you need—.”
I nod, too, and smile, still feeling a bit shaky from that kiss that turned my knees to jelly. “Yeah, it’s—I just need some time. I won’t make you wait for long. Just a few days. Let me think?”
“I understand. But please remember – we’ve got a series of concerts coming up, they are right here in Miami but I’ll be in rehearsals all day. Don’t make me wait,” he says in confirmation. “Not for long.”
“I won’t,” I tell him like it’s a promise, and believe it, too.
I leave that night after a few more kisses, each hotter than the one before until I can feel my resolve to wait slipping. I force myself to say goodnight, then, and sit in the back of the town car Romeo calls to take me home in complete silence with a huge grin on my face.
It wasn’t that I forgot about all the ways Romeo felt wrong for me just days before, but he seemed to prove me wrong about everything. He is famous, he is rich, and he’s probably just as cocky as I thought he was when we first met—but he’s not malicious about any of these things, and that’s becoming less and less surprising and easier and easier to believe.
April takes one look at me when I get inside our apartment and bursts out laughing.
“Oh my god , Erin,” she says, grinning as she offers me a cup of the tea she’s just made. “You look positively ravished , darling. What’d you get up to tonight?”
I blush, heat rising to my cheeks as I kick off my shoes before joining her on the couch. “You don’t want to know.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“Okay, okay. I’m pretty sure you do want to know, but—.”
I struggle to find the right words for a moment before just deciding on the truth. I tell her everything, from the dinner to the talk we had afterwards. I don’t tell her about Romeo’s mother, of course, because that seemed like such a personal
“ Your last chance to push me away before it’s too late,’ he whispers.
Mesmerized, I stay in a trance until his lips meet mine.
And he does make me melt right into, just like that.
Chapter Fifteen
The moment his lips touch mine, I feel my breath catch in my throat. For one perfect second it’s hard to remember why I resisted this long, why we haven’t been doing this for days —because perfect is exactly what it is. His mouth is warm and his lips are ever so slightly chapped, giving the kiss just the right amount of friction as he tilts his head to lick at my mouth.
I let him in with a breathy moan, which makes him growl low in the back of his throat. The sound sends shivers shooting straight down my spine and I’m suddenly aching to be closer. He wraps his arms around me and drags me in closer, licking at my mouth again, more demanding this time.
He sweeps his tongue into my mouth as soon as I part my lips, and I find myself bringing my hands up to cling to his shoulders as he practically devours my mouth in the most passionate kiss I’ve ever had.
He kisses just like he sings, smooth and fluid and hot .
I’m gasping for breath by the time we part. One of his hands has slipped under the hem of my blouse, and I shiver at the touch of his fingers to my skin.
“Wait,” I say.
He growls again, louder this time now that it’s not muffled against my mouth. “ Wait ?”
I swallow thickly and nod even though waiting is the last thing I want to do. The kiss was a promise of so much more, and it was a sort of more that I wanted. But I knew that I couldn’t rush into things right now. I had to think, had to think about whether or not this was really—well, real .
Romeo fixes his heated gaze on me for one fierce moment and I almost think he’s going to lean in again, take me into his arms and refuse to wait. I hold my breath, something similar to anticipation coursing through my veins.
He stops, though, and takes a step back as he nods. “Fine. If waiting’s what you need—.”
I nod, too, and smile, still feeling a bit shaky from that kiss that turned my knees to jelly. “Yeah, it’s—I just need some time. I won’t make you wait for long. Just a few days. Let me think?”
“I understand. But please remember – we’ve got a series of concerts coming up, they are right here in Miami but I’ll be in rehearsals all day. Don’t make me wait,” he says in confirmation. “Not for long.”
“I won’t,” I tell him like it’s a promise, and believe it, too.
I leave that night after a few more kisses, each hotter than the one before until I can feel my resolve to wait slipping. I force myself to say goodnight, then, and sit in the back of the town car Romeo calls to take me home in complete silence with a huge grin on my face.
It wasn’t that I forgot about all the ways Romeo felt wrong for me just days before, but he seemed to prove me wrong about everything. He is famous, he is rich, and he’s probably just as cocky as I thought he was when we first met—but he’s not malicious about any of these things, and that’s becoming less and less surprising and easier and easier to believe.
April takes one look at me when I get inside our apartment and bursts out laughing.
“Oh my god , Erin,” she says, grinning as she offers me a cup of the tea she’s just made. “You look positively ravished , darling. What’d you get up to tonight?”
I blush, heat rising to my cheeks as I kick off my shoes before joining her on the couch. “You don’t want to know.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“Okay, okay. I’m pretty sure you do want to know, but—.”
I struggle to find the right words for a moment before just deciding on the truth. I tell her everything, from the dinner to the talk we had afterwards. I don’t tell her about Romeo’s mother, of course, because that seemed like such a personal
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