Page 83 of Rogue Romeo
I crawl around the side of the low table, and kneel beside him, placing my palms on his chest as my eyes hold his.
“The heart that beats in here”—I gently pat his chest —“is because of who youare, not what you cando, or what you cangiveto others. You are the best man I’ve ever known, Alex DeMarco. Our past is not a reflection of our future.Youare not the sum oftheirmistakes.”
He gathers me in his embrace before I’ve even finished speaking, and we just hold each other as the sounds of the rainforest beneath us fill the evening sky.
Eventually, he spins me around, settling me in against the crook of his arm. “Look, the sun is setting.”
The colors that light up the sky as the sun sets on the horizon are breathtaking, and I watch in rapture.
“It’s so beautiful.”
My words are murmured low, but Alex reaches down to grip my chin with his index finger and thumb. He tilts my chin up so he can watch me with an intensity that makes the whiskey of his eyes darken to black pools, and my stomach swirls.
“It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in my life, Sunshine.”
CHAPTER22
ALEX
My eyes followthe curve of Rey’s bare shoulder as it rises and falls with each soft, even breath.
Her back is facing me, her long dark hair fanned out across the white pillows of our bed, and I don’t even bother to try to control the urge to run my fingers through those smooth locks.
The silken strands tickle my fingertips, and I close my eyes, relishing the feeling of contentment that resonates through my whole body.
Visions from yesterday of Reyna wrapped in a small white towel assault my mind, and I inhale a deep breath when my already hard cock throbs against my Calvins.
The moan she’d made during the massage had almost destroyed me. I was instantly transported to when she’d come undone for me at the gala back in Manhattan.
“Kiss me, Alex.Please.”
The memory of her erratic breathing as her undoubtedly sweet cunt drenched my fingers before I’d devoured her orgasm with a savage kiss is one that lives rent-free at the forefront of my mind.
I revisit that moment more often than I should—more often than is sane, to be truthful—and the more I remember, the less I care about crossing that invisible line I’ve drawn between us.
The one that keeps her safe from being inevitably ruined by me and my serial screwing up.
A woman like Rey deserves the best that this life has to offer. She deserves the life my brother has given to my best friend. A home filled with love, light, and children who are reared by parents who wanted them and who care for them beyond measure.
That is something I don’t think I would be able to give her.
I wouldn’t know how.Barring a damn miracle.
Rey stirs, and I slowly withdraw my hand from her hair before she turns over onto her back with a smile that outshines the early morning sunlight filtering into our room.
“Morning.”
I smile in reply. “Sleep well?”
“Sowell. Thank you.”
I’d had our long-standing Grey’s Anatomy ready to go after dinner last night. We’d managed a whole episode before she’d passed out, and I’d been only too glad to follow suit.
I’d not even bothered having one of the other eleven bedrooms made up for Rey. I’m past the point of pretending I’m not thoroughly addicted to the simple act of being in her presence.
“Have you made plans for today?”
I shoot her a wide smile, mentally ready for what’s to come, even if my dick has yet to get the memo.