He pulls back and I open my eyes to look at him. His lips tilt into a little half-smile that melts my heart completely.
“I guess this is probably a good time to admit that I’m already planning our third date.”
6
ROMEO
Sara’s laughter is bright,and I smile in return.
“You’re not just saying that to get in my pants, are you?”
I kiss her lips, transferring her taste to her mouth with my tongue. Goddammit, the way she licks her lips, tasting herself… It blows my fucking mind.
“I would never,” I begin. “You’re too special, Sara. I…I’ve wanted…”
I can’t admit that I’ve been planning our lives together from the first time I saw her.
The first time she looked at me across the nail salon, I imagined us spreading a blanket underneath an oak tree in fall, lying back, and catching the fiery orange leaves as they fell. The second time, I thought about riding the ferry with her, the wind in her hair, the tip of her nose pink from the cold. The third time… I realized that dating Sara would never be enough. That it would be all or nothing. That’s partly why it took me solong to pluck up the courage to speak to her. I was setting myself up for a monumental failure when she realized that I’m a total fucking lunatic. Stalker material.
But here she is, and I promised myself that if I ever got the chance to speak to her, I wouldn’t hold back. I would be honest from the start, and if she didn’t like what I have to offer, then I would simply have to lick my wounds and worship her from afar like a tragic hero.
Deep breath. Here goes.
“I want more than this. I want it all,” I whisper.
She turns those beautiful brown eyes on me, and I’m gone. It all spills out, and I’m powerless to stop myself.
“When I first saw you in the nail salon, I knew that there would never be another girl for me. You’re it, Sara Mancini. You probably think I’m crazy right now, and if this is all you’ll ever want from me, I’ll be happy with it. I’m not good enough for you, I’m a fucking train wreck. But you’re mine. And I’m yours. And I will spend the rest of my life proving it to you. Even if you walk out of here, and never want to see me again, I’ll be right there, adoring you from a distance. Protecting you.”
Her eyes go wide. “Romeo…”
I shrug. “I know it’s a lot.” That’s the understatement of the fucking century. It’s the most words I’ve ever strung together in one breath, and I literally poured my heart out to her. On our second date. I haven’t even bought her a drink yet. “But all it took was one glance, and I knew. “
She sighs. Her lips lift into a little smile.
And she opens her legs beneath me.
“Make me yours,” she whispers.
I growl. I fucking growl like a feral animal and I’m not even ashamed.
I sit back and pull my sweatshirt off, throwing it aside. Fueled by her eyes raking the ink across my chest, I stand up and remove my pants and swim shorts. They’re sticky damp still. I didn’t want to get naked in front of her on the beach, was afraid I’d scare her off before I’d even gotten the chance to tell her how I felt.
But now, the fear is gone. Whatever Sara Mancini sees when she looks at me, it’s enough for her. She’s the first person to ever make me feel worthy. The first person who ever made me feel special. Worth waiting for.
My erection springs free of my swim shorts as I look at her spread out before me. “Sara…” My voice is thick with emotion. “You’re so beautiful. You’re perfect. For me.”
Her eyes widen, and she bites her bottom lip. “What did you say?” she asks. “I’m yours, and you’re mine.” She extends her arm, and I take her hand, raising it to my lips.
“I’ll be gentle but stop me anytime you want. Please. I don’t want to hurt you,” I murmur.
I kneel on the bed and nudge her legs apart with my knees. She’s dripping wet. The pink nub of her clit is winking at me. Her nipples are hard and swollen from where I sucked them. But the smile on her face tells me that she wants all of it too.
When I press gently inside her, I feel her breath hitch. Leaning forward, I support my weight on one elbow and kiss her lips. “Kiss me, Sara. Let me in.”
She doesn’t need to be told twice. Her arms wrap around my neck, pulling me down, holding me still while her tongue explores my mouth. We stay like this, mouths locked together, while I slide deep inside her, and her walls tighten around me.
“Tight,” I breathe into her mouth. “So tight, Sara.”
