Chapter Eight Burned
Julianna
I stared at him as he still stood by the door.
“I’ve wanted you to be mine almost since the first day we met,” he confessed.
I felt a bit surprised and asked, “The very first day? Even though I told you off?”
He chuckled and replied, “Even then.”
When we first met, I thought he was someone else. That he’d been sent from the opposing team of lawyers in the Mancini case. Like a spy or something. At that time, I hadn’t gotten the message from my boss about Mr. Descalia wanting to hire me.
He shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Actually, I agreed with all of the insults.”
I laughed. “You mean when I called you a slimy, sneaky thief in the night?”
He nodded. “Yes, that was my favorite. But maybe it sounded better in Italian? It made me sound interesting at least. Or that I was…what was it you called me?”
I slowly shook my head while pursing my lips, unwilling to admit it. In fact, I wanted to forget the whole meeting. It was embarrassing later on when he was properly introduced to me as Stephano Descalia’s son and a certified attorney as well.
Laughing, he came over and repeated what I’d said, “You called me a cafone. And not just any kind of loser, you said I was a pathetic loser.”
“Cafone…” I muttered in self disgust. “Honestly, you are the furthest thing from a loser of any kind,” I told him as I felt my cheeks flushing red while I remembered what a total bitch I had been that day.
“I do have to say your use of Italian surprised me though. And you were the scariest but sexiest woman I had ever met.” Romeo nodded his head at me. “I remember after you marched away that Dante had shook his hand out like it stung and said, Bro, you just got burned! ”
We both laughed again.
“Sometimes, when I get mad or nervous I just launch into it,” I explained. “And I had just been told by a junior partner that the district attorney had sent someone over to get info. So I thought…” I shook my head.
“Man, do I look like a cop to you?” he asked.
“Maybe?” I replied. “But it was the way you were watching me that had me taking that leap of assumption.”
He scoffed. “You are molto bella, Julianna. Like drop dead gorgeous. So yes, I admit it…I stared at you speechlessly. I could not seem to help it.”
“Awww, ssstttooopp,” I joked while mimicking his earlier teasing.
He smirked at me. “And did I tell you that you are almost as quick witted as I am?”
“No, you never told me that,” I said. “I’d like to think that perhaps I surpass you in that.”
“Nope, no way. I am all that and a bag of pimento chips.” He rolled his eyes at his own lame joke and asked, “So did your parents speak Italian?”
Pausing, I bit at my lip then answered, “Fluently and pretty much all the time.”
“You grew up in New York, right?”
Nodding, I really wanted to get away from this subject. My family and my past was another lifetime. I was now embroiled in the Deacon Walker situation. I needed to talk to the man. He knew the truth. Then maybe I could face my family afterward. I’d worked for several years to put my past away for good and because of Valencia, I couldn’t do it. “I grew up in an Italian neighborhood if that’s what you’re getting at. Like I said, when I get worked up, I revert to my home language, I guess?”
“Like when I have you and make you come?” he whispered. “You’ll break into Italian?”
At his sexy question, a wave of heat burst through me as my imagination started running wild and vivid. What would it feel like when he finally did have me as he put it? I’d imagined it before now. I admit that I had fantasized about him quite a few times. I couldn’t help it. I knew he was off limits. I knew we should never date, but in the middle of the night those rules just faded away. And right now I was ignoring the rules completely. I wasn't afraid now. When I came to my room earlier, I replayed what he’d said in my head and I realized it had been the sweetest come on I’d probably ever heard.
“Let’s find out, shall we?” I challenged him.
I intended to go through with this exciting adventure. Yes, it was that to me as I had never indulged in this kind of rule breaking before. I figured I deserved to have something I wanted…finally. I’d sacrificed many things to be where I was today. In the end, I might even lose this man when he’d found out the truth. ‘Take it a day at a time’ my Papa always said. Boldly, I reached down, undid his belt and slipped my hand into his briefs. “Mmmm, così adorabile,” So lovely . I hummed under my breath as I wrapped my fingers around his length. I could barely do it though. My eyes rounded a bit, but I didn't say anything. He was large and as hard as can be. Maybe this would jump start him having me. I hid my smirk.
His eyes darkened as his smile faded from his lips.
Yes, here was the Romeo who felt desire, that wanted me in the hottest way. No jokes, no humor. I finally got to see him. And damn, was he hot as the beast in him was there in his eyes. I couldn’t wait for him to unleash it. I stared at his yummy mouth, hoping he would kiss me again. I looked up at him and wondered what his kiss would be like.
He must have seen something in my eyes as he grasped my face with both hands and crushed my lips with his.
To say I was stunned, wouldn’t even cut it. More like gob smacked as he wrapped me up in his large arms and his scent enveloped me entirely. Then that hot mouth of his. He deepened the kiss as his tongue played with mine. I was lost as I literally melted into him.
Santo inferno… could this man kiss!
This went on for a couple of minutes and I thought I could even hear my own heart pounding in my ears. This had to be the best I’d ever felt being close to any man.
Finally, he broke the kiss as we both were breathless. He reached over and used his thumb to caress my lips as he looked as shocked as I felt. “Dannazione.”
I agreed, damn … I was out of breath and out of words.
Looking into my eyes, he said, “How can you taste that good? Like it was better than Zia’s Tiramisu.”
I stared back at him then I laughed. “I will take that as a compliment. That stuff is what dreams are made of.”
Leaning closer, he stared at my mouth and said, “Exactly.” Then he kissed me again.
My breath was literally taken from me in a deep wild kiss while his hands were roaming all over me, first my neck, then my arms, then down along the small of my back.
The kiss and his wonderfully strong hands just made my mind go blank. If this went on for much longer, I really would be wondering who I was and where I was.
Our lips parted only long enough for him to pull my blouse over my head. Romeo then slid one hand down along my body from my shoulder to my left breast, along my waist. “The taste of you is addictive,” he whispered and returned to kissing me all over again.
I couldn’t respond. My lips and tongue melted into him as he took what he wanted from me. I’d dreamt of this for a couple of weeks now. And damn, if he didn’t taste just as good to me. I breathed him in with my nose. Masculine yet woodsy as I caught the same scent of his cologne that had been driving me crazy all week.
Next, he unclipped my bra, pulling it away from my body…the key fell to the floor and bounced a little.
We both looked down at it as we had forgotten about it. Slowly raising our gazes up, we stared at each other then laughed.
I raised my finger up and swished it back and forth in his face. “Too late, just leave it where it is.”
“I’m not using that key, Julianna. So, I hope you are ready.” He grinned at me then tugged me to him again as his lips traveled down to my neck and collarbone.
I slipped my hands under his shirt and grazed my fingertips across his muscled back as he sucked and nibbled on my neck. My hands followed the firm contours of his shoulders, then across to his thick, rippled chest. Damn, he felt good all over. The man was fit and he had hidden it under those Armani suits of his.
Romeo pulled back from me briefly and stared into my eyes with his emerald gaze. “I’m going to make you mine, Julianna. You ready?” he asked in a deep whisper.
I nodded my head and for once, I didn’t speak. I felt more than ready and so needy. I don’t think I’d ever wanted a man this much before in my whole life.
With a warm smile, he leaned down to my mouth as if he would kiss me again. Then pausing, he cupped my breasts with both hands and murmured, “I just have to have you in my mouth.” He then proceeded to nip at my nipples with his teeth, sucking on them and giving them teasing bites.
My breath caught in my throat as he did surprise me and I let out a needy sounding moan as I leaned back giving him more of me. His mouth was hot and skilled too.
Finally, Romeo brought his lips back up to meet mine and pulled me in close as he straightened his body so I could feel his hard length had become hungrier, harder and thicker in anticipation.
I again reached over and tugged at his dress pants. “Get them off,” I ordered.
He lowered his hands and did what I said, kicking his pants away, he only wore his briefs.
“Wow, a man who does what he is told?” I teased.
“I'm too smart to give you any lip, Counselor,” he teased. Seconds later, he lifted me off the ground and tossed me onto the bed in one slick swoop.
I lay for a moment on my back, looking up at the ceiling. Then I glanced over to see him removing his briefs. Almost embarrassed to be watching him, I rolled over, my head propped up on my elbow. Then I knew…I just had to look at his bare body. I sized him up and had to pretend not to be stunningly impressed by his muscled form and very nice package. My eyes scanned him over and after a second scan, I bit my lower lip in expectation.
Romeo smirked at me as if he knew all about my pretense of not ‘looking and admiring.’ Next, he climbed onto the bed and over me until his gaze met mine, his hardness waiting between my spread thighs. “Your turn,” he said as he raised his brows. “I want to see all of you.” He grabbed my arms, pinning them above my head. Kissing his way to my pants and underwear, he ripped them quickly away from my body. While on top of me he made his way back up to smother my mouth with his again.
So much for me being the boss. But I loved every second of this. I sucked and nibbled on his lips passionately. When he broke our kiss, I immediately went to work on getting as much of this man as I could. I kissed his neck as I ran my hands across his hard pecs and down his well defined abs. I was enjoying all of Romeo, feeling more than glad I had gotten the courage up to get us where we were right this second.
I tried to rise up, so I could thoroughly explore all of him.
He smiled down at me and asked, “You want to be on top?”
I nodded.
“That doesn’t surprise me,” he stated with a chuckle as he slid over and laid on his back.
I eagerly moved over to climb on top of his hard body. Looking down at him, I smirked. “Yum…” Slowly, I kissed lower and lower along his torso, pausing long enough to flick his nipples with the tip of my tongue. Then I continued my downward path until I reached the distinctive V-shape that looked like it was keyed into his solid muscle; it led me down to his thick erection. I inched closer and closer to his fully erect hardness.
Then surrendered to my instincts.
Wrapping my hand around it as fully as I could, I stroked up and down his shaft rhythmically. I swept up with my tongue from base to tip.
His entire body jolted. “That’s enough of that,” he growled as he tugged me up and away from my oral journey to cup my breasts with his hands. Raising his head, he licked one nipple while pinching the other between his fingers.
An audible gasp slipped from my mouth and my body rippled with pure pleasure. The feeling was almost more than I could bear.
Romeo gave all his attention to my breasts for a couple of breathtaking, phenomenal minutes.
I nearly went out of my mind while panting for air.
He then turned us back over so he was now on top. “I can’t wait anymore. I’ve got to taste you,” he whispered with a low growl in his voice, as his powerful hands curved under my butt and lifted my hips up, so my slit fit right up to his mouth. He pushed his hot, velvety, and insatiable tongue into me.
My body arched as he stroked his fingers around the hood of my clit ever so softly at the same time as his tongue worked on me. I could feel the waves of pleasure getting stronger. Starting from where his mouth worked hungrily to the tips of my fingers and toes.
Romeo lifted his head and looked at me, his beautiful eyes, dark with passion.
Tingles danced across my skin as I muttered, “ Oh, quanto è glorioso.” Oh, how glorious. I can’t last much longer,” I whispered.
“I know,” he murmured right up against my mound. Then he used his tongue and fingers on me again.
No, I wasn’t the boss here and by the intense look I’d seen in his eyes a few times, I should have known that. “Oh, oh!” I exclaimed breathlessly as I was a few seconds away from bliss.
He rose up, grabbed my ankles and pushed them all the way forward until my body was almost folded in half. The feeling and heat between us was electric as he did not pause and thrust up into me.
This sent me over the edge, the feeling of him inside me, so full. I’d never been filled like this ever before in my life. We fit so well together as my sheath gripped him tightly. An intense orgasm gripped me hard and shook me, the reverberations making my body convulse so sweetly.
He covered my scream with his hot mouth as he stroked into me deep and hard. His body jolted a bit and he then came inside me.
Mindless and overwhelmed by the heat, the wild passion and just by Romeo himself, I almost passed out.
Finally, he broke the kiss and gazed into my eyes as he whispered to my lips, “Troppo paradiso…” So much heaven.
Panting, I nodded my head. I wanted to tell him I agreed, but I was far too breathless. I struggled to breathe and then exclaimed, “Troppo fottutamente…buono!” Too fucking good.
Romeo chuckled as he stared down at me. “I would say fuggedaboutit, but I don’t want you to ever forget this.”