Page 127 of Broken Romeo
I knew she smelled of roses, I just didn’t know how she had such a delicate scent and not that fake perfumy smell most other girls had. A smile lifted at the corners of my mouth.
“I’ve noticed,” I said. “You always smell like roses and cherries.”
“You noticed that? My perfume and cherry lip balm?”
Only it wasn’t perfume. That was the point. It smelled like she rolled around on a bed of rose petals while she ate fresh cherries.
“Noticed it? You’re like a walking garden most days.”
Her blush crept back along her cheeks and while I should have felt bad that I caused it, I couldn’t help but delight in the fact that I could affect her so easily. “Don’t blush,” I said and dragged my knuckle across the spray of pink on her razor-sharp cheekbone. “You smell perfect.”
The pink flush deepened and spread down her neck. I groaned and traced a line to where her flush disappeared beneath the water, pausing at the stringy strap of her bikini top.
Her breasts hitched higher with her sharp breath and fuck me… all it would take was one little tug. One little tug at the loop and that top would be gone.
Sweet, innocent virginal Katherine offered up to me like a sacrifice.
Instead, I hooked my finger into the strap of her bikini top and tugged it away from her skin. Then, letting it go, it ricocheted back, snapping against her porcelain skin and leaving a small red welt.
Fuck me.
I wanted to nip that little red welt.
Lick it.
Suck on it.
Mark her as mine and show her all the ways this Romeo could make her purr.
And for the first time, I didn’t want to talk myself out of it.
If she wanted this… if she wanted me… maybe it was time.
Maybe I could be different.
Maybe I could give Kate all the things she deserved.
Maybe I could defy odds and not turn into my father.
I leaned in closer, my lips hovering over hers, our breath synchronized as one.
She didn’t pull away.
And neither did I.
I brushed my mouth over hers, gently, my heart thumping against my ribs.
May-be…
May-be…
May-be…
An alarm on her phone blared, echoing in the otherwise silent pool and she leapt back away from me.
Tears glistened in her eyes, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why. “What’s wrong?” I asked, the concern I had for her rattling me more than I wanted to admit.
For a second, I thought she was going to talk to me. Really open up. But then, she shook her head and muttered, “Nothing. Nothing’s wrong,” as she jumped out of the hot tub and quickly wrapped her towel around her body before turning off the alarm on her phone.