Chapter 31
Thirty-One
LULU
“Best night ever,” Scarlett says with a sleepy smile as we stride toward the elevators. We just finished getting rubbed, buffed, and polished all over, and we’re as limp as the cooked pasta I served earlier.
“So good,” I agree. “I wonder if I could talk Rome into this once a month.”
“I’m pretty sure you could talk him into it whenever you want,” she says with a chuckle as she presses the button for the elevator.
The doors open when it stops on our floor, and I’m surprised to see Luke standing inside.
“Ladies,” he says with a nod, but he only has eyes for Scarlett.
“Is Rome back, too?” I ask him.
“I just dropped him off at the penthouse,” he confirms. “I’ll ride up with you and make sure you make it safely.”
“I can ride along,” Scarlett says, and I press my lips together.
Atta girl! Get some one-on-one time with the sexy mobster.
She winks at me, and once we’re on the top floor, I step out, make sure the guards are at the door, then nod back at Scarlett and Luke.
“Bye, guys.”
They wave, and before the doors shut, I see Luke make a dive for Scarlett. I can’t help but giggle and do a little happy dance as I stride over to the door.
“Miss,” one of the guards says with a nod as I press my palm to the plate, unlocking it.
“Have a good night.” I step inside, then shut and lock the door the way Rome told me to.
A light is on in the kitchen, but no one is down here. Rome must have left it on for me.
He’s so considerate for being a self-professed bad guy.
After kicking off my flip-flops, I pad barefoot up the stairs and into the bedroom. I can hear the shower running in the en suite, but when I cross the threshold into the bedroom, the water cuts off, so I crawl up to sit in the middle of the bed.
I don’t have to wait long before a naked, still damp Rome saunters out of the bathroom. He’s headed for the closet, but he stops dead in his tracks when he sees me sitting here.
Holy Christ on a cracker. Every inch of him is perfection. All that inked skin. The muscles. The blue eyes and the dark hair.
And that pierced cock does, indeed, make me lose my fucking mind.
“Did you have fun tonight?” he asks.
“Too much fun.” I grin at him. “I’m so relaxed, I think I could sleep for a week. Scarlett and I both thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” Rather than cross to the closet, he sinks his knee into the mattress and crawls his way over to me, urging me onto my back.
“We ran into Luke in the elevator,” I inform him as I cup his cheek. “And I’m pretty sure Scarlett’s staying with him tonight.”
Rome blinks at me. “I don’t know if I need to know that information.”
“You don’t. But I’m sharing a little gossip about my best friend with my man.”
I bite my lip and grin at him.
“Because I know you’ll be discreet, and I can trust you.”
He nods and leans in to brush his lips over mine. “Yeah, firefly. You can trust me.”
“I know. Did you have a good evening?”
“It was productive.”
I smile and snuggle into him. “That’s pretty vague.”
“But accurate.” He pushes his hand into my hair and drags his fingers through it, making me sigh. “Your hair is so fucking soft.”
“I don’t know what they put in it, but it’s magic.”
“Smells like …” He buries his nose in my locks and inhales. “Fucking heaven. Christ, I could devour you.”
His hands pull on my leggings until they’re down my legs and tossed over his shoulder. Next, my T-shirt is discarded, and I’m lying here naked with Rome’s magical hands moving all over my skin.
“Love the way you touch me,” I murmur against his lips. “You have great hands.”
My own hands are roaming up and down his sides as he braces himself over me, kissing me, and his gaze finds mine.
“I don’t usually let people touch me,” he admits, and my hands immediately drop away.
“I’m so sorry.”
“No.” He shakes his head and takes one of my hands, kisses it, and returns it to his side. “You can touch me all you want. You have unlimited access to me, Eloise. But this is new for me.”
He doesn’t like to be touched, but he trusts me enough to put my hands on him at will?
“Why me?” I ask softly, dragging my fingertips up and down his back.
“My body knows you,” he says with a slight shrug. “It’s the only way I can explain it. It’s familiar. Which is crazy because I’m twenty years older than you, and I’d never seen you a day in my life before last week.”
My eyes sting because that’s how it felt for me, too. As if my whole body just knew him. Although I had no clue there were twenty years between us.
I’m also so curious. Has he suffered in the past, and that’s why he doesn’t want to be touched?
“Why don’t you like to be touched?”
He shakes his head and kisses me, and I resign myself to not getting the answer to that question tonight. And that’s okay. He’ll tell me when he’s ready.
His hand glides down to my breast, and he gently rolls his thumb over my nipple until it’s a hard, aching bud. My legs scissor, my core looking for a release only he can give me.
“Do you know what I’ve realized?” he asks, peppering kisses along my neck.
“What?”
“I’ve never had my face in your gorgeous cunt.”
I almost choke on my own tongue, and he grins as he kisses his way down my torso, to my stomach.
I have a slouchy, poochy stomach. I’ve always been self-conscious about it, but Rome kisses it and keeps moving as if it’s a beautiful part of me.
As if he’s not at all bothered by the extra pounds that I carry and have been shamed for all of my life.
And the fact that someone as absolutely freaking gorgeous as this man thinks that I’m sexy, too? Well, that’s an aphrodisiac all by itself.
Rome works his way between my thighs, but suddenly, he whips us around so he’s on his back, and I’m hovering over him, my core lined up with his mouth.
“How in the hell did you do that?”
He chuckles. “Lower yourself down here, firefly.”
“I’m pretty sure I’ll get assassinated for smothering you,” I reply, shaking my head.
“Then don’t smother me. Come on, I’m hungry.”
I huff out a surprised laugh, but keep myself up on my knees, hands braced on the headboard to keep my balance.
“Rome, this isn’t going to work.”
“Eloise, look at me.”
I drop my chin and look down at him. His hands drift up and down my thighs soothingly.
“Christ, this is one amazing fucking view.” He swallows hard. “Baby, I want to taste you. I’m telling you to sit this absolutely breathtaking pussy on my fucking mouth. Now.”
“But I’m—”
“If you say anything other than perfect, I won’t let you come.” His eyes flash up at me. “You’re perfect, firefly. If I wanted you any more than I already do, I’d spontaneously combust. Now, be a good girl and lower yourself down for me.”
I take a steadying breath, then squat over him. Rome cups my ass cheeks as he feasts on me, stealing my breath away.
Holy God, I’m going to die.
It’s a good thing I can hold this headboard because I’m quite sure Rome just sucked my soul out of my body. I can’t stop myself from rocking over him as he licks my clit with just the perfect pressure. When he presses two fingers inside me, I start to see stars.
“Rome,” I mutter, thrashing my head from side to side. “Please.”
His fingers move faster, and then they shift, and it feels like every muscle in my body is shuddering. I can’t control the shaking in my legs.
“Oh God. I’m going to fall.”
He chuckles, but his arms are like bands around my hips now, keeping me in place, and he doesn’t stop.
I try to lift, but he’s too strong.
All I can do is succumb to this incredible orgasm, and before I’ve had the opportunity to catch my breath, Rome slips out from under me and pushes into me from behind, making me cry out again.
“God, you’re so goddamn beautiful,” he growls against my ear as he thrusts into me, harder and harder, setting a punishing rhythm I can’t get enough of. “You taste like sunshine. Your skin is the softest silk, and the noises you make drive me out of my fucking mind.”
His words, his hard cock, and that metal in the tip shove me right over into another climax that has tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he groans. “Your pussy was made for me, baby.”
He presses his mouth to my spine, and then he’s coming apart. I can feel rope after rope of hot cum splashing inside me. I’m surrounded by him, and I love it. It’s so surreal. Mind-blowing that I bring this man to orgasm through my own. How is that possible?
We’re panting, sweating, and a complete mess when Rome finally pulls out of me, and I collapse onto my stomach.
Holy fuck.
“Come on, I’ll clean us up,” he says, catching his breath.
“It’s okay. I’m gonna just lie here.” I wave a hand in the air, and he laughs. But then I’m airborne and being carried to the bathroom.
“When did you get pierced?” I ask as he sets me on the vanity and turns on the water. As it warms, he grabs a washcloth, then leans in to press his lips to mine. I can taste myself there, but it doesn’t bother me at all.
“A long-ass time ago. Fifteen years easy.” He gets the cloth wet, then gets to work cleaning me up before he does the same for himself. “And before you ask, yeah, it hurt.”
“I wasn’t even going to ask because duh. Of course, it did.”
He kisses my forehead before tossing the cloth in a hamper. “You like it.”
“I do. I like the ink more.” My fingers trace over the angel on his chest.
“You do?”
“Hell, yes. The ink’s one of the things I first noticed. Even though you were in a suit, so I could only see the neck and hands.” I kiss his knuckles, and then he’s carrying me again, his hands under my ass, my arms wrapped around his neck, as he takes me back to the bed.
When we’re all wrapped up in each other, ready to sleep for a while, I sigh and tighten my arm around his waist in a hug.
If anyone had told me a month ago that I’d run from my father’s home and find life-altering joy in the arms of a man twenty years my senior—a badass criminal with an enormous heart—I would have asked them what drugs they were on.
Yet, miraculously, wonderfully, I landed in this man’s life. He adores my curves, he showers me with kindness, and he fucks like a man starved for me.
“I’m really happy I found you.”
He kisses the top of my head. “Me too, firefly.”