Love Me (The Elites of Cheshire shore #2)

37. Florence

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN

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T he tip of a tongue slowly tracing along my shoulder blade rouses me.

“I told you the next time you are in my bed, you would be mine, lollipop.” The deep timbre of Rome’s voice vibrates along my skin, causing me to shiver. I move to get more comfortable, another sexy dream about Rome. They plague me. They are starting to feel more and more real, but none of them have felt like this before.

“Mmmhhh,” I mumble, rolling full over onto my back. In my dream state I want him on top of me.

“And I’ve come home to find you in my bed. Do you know what that means?” He replaces his tongue with hot kisses, continuing along the trail, reaching my ear.

“Nope.”

“Are you sure?”

“If I were in your bed, it means I’m yours,” I huff.

“That’s right, baby. You’re in my bed, you’re now mine.” He sucks my earlobe, biting it lightly. A low moan escapes my throat.

“You are mistaken, I’m not in your bed, you’re in mine.” I reach my hand back, letting my short fingernails bite into his scalp, holding his mouth in place.

Rome’s mouth moves from my ear to my neck. “Lolli, lolli, lolli, what am I going to do with you? Wrapped in my bedsheets? Waiting for me?” He bites my shoulder hard. My eyelids fly open and a gasping moan escapes my lips.

“I’m not—” My thought is cut off when I stare straight into Rome’s heated gaze, his signature smirk in place as he falls back on his haunches undoing the buttons on his crisp white shirt. But that’s not what has my muscles freezing in place. “Ooh crap, I’m in your bed.” My voice is a barely there whisper.

Rome’s tongue darts out to wet his lips. “Yes, you are. And tonight, you’re mine.”

My pulse starts thrumming through my veins. “And what if I say no?”

The goofy grin falls off his lips, as his face morphs into a serious expression. “You can always say no, and I will always respect that. No questions asked.”

He maintains distance from me, making sure not to crowd me, in case that would change my decision.

“Is this you saying no, lolli?” His voice is a guttural whisper, full of need yet deadly calm.

I watch Rome’s throat bob with the heavy work of his swallow, and shake my head. Fuck no. I absolutely do not want to leave, and I don’t want to spend another moment without having him touch me. I don’t want to lose him either. Something in the way he’s staring at me, like his soul is ready to hold mine and never let it go, makes my decision so much clearer. Rome Venuccio is the only man in the world who I would trust with my heart. He is the only man who could make me break my no falling in love rule, because he is the only man who has shown me he really loves me.

“I’m going to need some words here, baby.” The smile that forms on Rome’s face causes my pulse to jump.

I swallow, my mind screaming at me to answer him. “No, I don’t want you to stop,” I finally reply. My voice is steadier than I thought was possible with the arousal coursing through my body.

“That’s my good girl.” He leans down, capturing my lips in his in a ferocious kiss, our tongues dueling each other.

The loose tie around my robe unfurls with the softest tug. The sides of my robe fall open, showing Rome my completely naked body beneath.

“I could come home to this after a shit day at work every day.” His low words are mumbled, as if he’s saying them to himself, not me. With a light brush of his fingers, he pushes the robe off my shoulders.

“Does that make me your escape?” I ask from under thick lashes.

“No,” his reply is gruff. “It makes you my salvation.” Slowly he trails hot kisses down my body, pausing at my breasts to suck at my nipples, his tongue working each nipple into a stiff peak before his lips leave to continue to map out their way down my body until he reaches my favorite place to have his mouth. Deliberately he lifts one leg over his shoulder followed by the other. “I plan to worship you to show you.” He says seconds before his mouth covers me. My back arches at the sensation of his tongue stroking over my sensitive flesh. His lips close around my tight bud and he sucks hard. I spear my fingers into his hair and watch as he devours me. His heated gaze locks onto mine and I suck in a breath. He isn’t looking at me like I’m his little brother’s best friend, or a pseudo-cousin. No, Rome is looking at me like I’m his reason for breathing. I throw my head back and moan. I’ve never been loud, but with Rome, I can’t keep quiet. His tongue continues to lick me just perfectly. He plays me like a fiddle, alternating between stroking, licking, and sucking.

“Scream for me, Flo.” Rome punctuates each word with a firm lick, and my voice becomes hoarse from how hard I scream. I have no intention of ever being quiet. But Rome doesn’t let up. He continues licking me just how I like it, inserting a finger and curling it inside me, driving me even higher.

“I don’t think they can hear you down on level one.” He smirks at me as he adds another finger, teasing me into a frenzy.

“ROME,” I shout right before fireworks detonate behind my eyelids.

My eyelashes flutter against my cheeks as I come to find Rome holding himself over me with a giant grin on his face.

“Welcome back, Florence.”

“I think I just died for a second there.” My chest heaves with the effort to take a deep breath.

“Not yet, baby, we’re only just getting started.”

“Finally,” I breathe as I catch a glimpse of his rock-hard cock. I need it inside me.

“I hope you had a good nap, baby, because you won’t be getting any sleep tonight,” He replies, grabbing my wrists and lifting them over my head. My thighs settle on either side of his hip, cradling his warm, hard length right where I need him. I rock my hips and gasp, my core clenching around nothing, desperate to have him inside of me. “Rome,” I plead, my fingers gripping the pillow above my head.

“You sure you want this? You want me inside you, baby?” His words set off another wave of need.

“God, yes, Rome. Please,” I beg him, right before he slams himself inside me. “Yes,” I scream. My legs hook themselves around his hips and I lock my ankles.

“That’s it, lolli,” Rome grunts, alternating between swirling and pumping his hips. I lift my chin up and lick the bead of sweat rolling down his neck. “You feel amazing on my cock, all tight and warm. So Perfect.” His cock jerks inside me in response, making my pussy clench around him. I know it will never be like this with anyone else, ever. With every thump of his hips, the electricity builds inside me again, starting in my lower belly and zipping against my spine.

“I’m close,” I pant as Rome drops a hand to my clit and starts rubbing slow, lazy circles around it. With Rome it’s always easy. My body is so in tune with him.

He leans down and whispers right in my ear, “Come for me, Flo. Scream my name. Tell the world you are mine, while you drench my cock.”

That’s all I needed, and my body explodes.

“Rome,” I shout so loud. I’m sure I will be mortified tomorrow, but right now, I couldn’t give a shit if the whole building knew Rome was making me come so hard, I’m having an out-of-body experience.

“Fuck, baby. Yes, that’s my good girl.” He pulses inside of me, following me over the edge after two more pumps, and falls on top of me. I love the weight of him covering me, the fullness of him inside me. My legs are still locked around his hips, and I have no intention of letting go anytime soon. His hand releases my wrists, massaging my wrist with his thumb. That simple, sweet action touches a spot deep in my chest. I curl a hand around his neck, my nails lightly running across his nape. I feel his dick twitch inside me and he moans contently. His hand comes up and he locks his fingers into my free hand. I can’t even be mad at myself for coming to his bed—it’s like, deep down, my body knew I’m falling for Rome Venuccio. And I can’t deny myself anymore.