Seduction by Song Page 15

  There’s humor lacing his tone, though, and I laugh, too, before swatting at his arm. “Well, you’re welcome to my shirt if you’d like to make it a fair trade.”

  He grins and steps back to look around for the rest of our clothes, having only managed to find and pull on his own pants. He finds my shirt after a bit of rummaging around and holds it up to his chest.

  “You think I have the hips for it?” he asks, in a mock-serious tone.

  I laugh again, falling over onto the couch and clutching my stomach with mirth. “Wow, Romeo Ortiz—rock star by night, huge dork by day.”

  “And you’d better not tell a single soul about it,” he says as he tosses my shirt into the bedroom behind him. “Besides, I’m not even a rock star tonight—we’ve got a break. Our next show isn’t until tomorrow.”

  I perk up instantly, sitting up straighter to look at him as he hunts around the kitchen for something. “Really? Does that mean we get to have all day to ourselves?”

  “That, my dear,” he says as he produces the complimentary room phone with a flourish, “is exactly what that means.”

  I laugh again and leave him alone, not wanting to interrupt while he dials room service. I pick myself up and pull his shirt down a little before wandering over to the balcony again. The safari animals are still out in the courtyard, wandering around like they’re right at home. A lovely couple on the balcony across from ours smiles at me and I wave at them before gasping as a giraffe passes right by me.

  I smile, watching it stretch to reach for some foliage to munch on. Any other girl might complain of the smell, or the sound, but I loved being near these creatures. They were so beautiful, so majestic—I would never be able to see them roaming freely back home. Although I knew they weren’t exactly wild, this was still so much more preferable to seeing them confined in cages.

  A pair of strong, bronzed arms slinks around my waist, pulling me out of my reverie. Romeo presses a kiss to my cheek and settles his chin on my shoulder.

  “They’re beautiful, aren’t they,” he says, his voice low and quiet in my ear. He obviously didn’t want to disturb the giraffe feasting right in front of us.

  I nod, keeping my voice quiet as well when I say, “Thank you for bringing me here. This has been the best night of my life.”

  He’s smiling when he kisses me again, this time on the corner of my mouth. “I’ll have to up my game to make things better, then.”

  We stand in perfect peace and harmony as we watch these graceful beasts move in front of us. I stroke my fingers down the backs of Romeo’s hands, sighing as he presses a kiss to my skin once in a while. If I could stay in this moment forever, I would do so without a doubt—how could this morning get any better?

  As though to answer my question, we hear a knock on the door. Romeo tips my head back to kiss me on the lips before letting me go to answer it. A bellhop pushes in a large cart before bowing politely and taking his leave. Curious, I leave my spot by the balcony and step back inside to see what Romeo’s cooked up now.

  The closer I get to the cart, the more delicious the covered trays begin to smell. Romeo waits for me to stop next to him before he pulls off the covers of each tray, revealing an incredible spread of fresh fruit, pancakes, and other assorted breakfast foods.

  “Wow,” I say again, totally dumbstruck. I feel like I’ve been saying wow far too much these days, but I couldn’t help it—if there was one thing Romeo knew how to do well, it was how to wow a girl.

  Delighted, Romeo grins before picking up a strawberry coated with a liberal layer of white chocolate. “Open.”

  I open my mouth obediently and bite off the top off—the strawberry was far too large and luscious to fit in my mouth all at once—before chewing. “Mm,” I say, the sound coming out of my mouth like a moan. This was positively divine.

  “Good girl,” Romeo says, his voice darkening with the first stirrings of lust. He watches my mouth as I lick at my lips and drops the other half of the strawberry to curl his hands at the nape of my neck. He pulls me to him and kisses me again, licking the sweet taste of the candied fruit out of my mouth.

  We move back to the balcony with the cart in tow so that we can watch the motions of the wildlife outside while we eat. I open my mouth and chew and swallow every time Romeo commands me to. He speaks to me in that low, sultry tone as he feeds me little morsels until I’m positively stuffed.

  True to his word, he even allows me to talk to him about his shows. I tell him that I love being his girl up on stage every night, but that his band mates are right—it could be detrimental to his career. I didn’t want to be stealing the chance to shine from so many girls, anyway. As much as it would kill me to see him singing so passionately to another woman, I would understand it was only his job. He’s resistant to the suggestion at first, insisting that he only wants me, but he finally relents—saying that he’ll at least think about it. I nod, letting the subject drop for the time being. I knew him well enough now to know that he would never do anything to ruin this passion brewing between us or his career.

  “You’re such a good girl, Erin,” he says once we finish breakfast, smoothing back my hair as he wraps an arm around my shoulders to pull me closer to him. “Are you this obedient with everyone?”

  I feel a bit of tension creeping into me, but try to stay relaxed. This moment—lounging on this long pool-style chair with Romeo’s arms around me—was too pleasant to be disturbed by unwanted thoughts. Perhaps I was too obedient, too passive with everyone. God knows I don’t stand up to my brother as often as I should. I’m usually happy to tag along with my friends, doing whatever they please, too—not that I mind. After all, it did land me this hunk of a man.

  I smile up at Romeo and shake my head. “Are you this dominant with everyone?”

  “Yes,” he says simply, tightening his arm around me. “I like being in control.”

  I shiver at his low, smooth voice. I can tell he means every word of that and I know it’s a promise—he will be in control. He will be in control of me.

  I take his free hand and lock our fingers together. “I guess we’re a perfect match, then. I love submitting to you.”

  His lips curl up in a devious smirk and he tips my head up to kiss me again. I open my lips to his, pliant under his command, and allow him to slip his tongue inside of my mouth. He’s in control of every nerve of my body, touching me exactly where he wants me to feel it and making me feel everything he wants me to feel. I moan into his mouth, writhing to get closer.

  “I like the sound of that,” he says, pulling back despite my little whine of protest. He squeezes my hand reassuringly before letting me go to stand. “You’ll submit to me completely, won’t you.”

  I nod even though he didn’t even say it like a question—he already knows the answer. Without warning, he sweeps me off of my feet and carries me back inside, slamming the balcony door behind him. I yelp in surprise and wrap my legs around his waist to cling on tight, shivering as he nips at my collarbone with his teeth. I feel him hardening with every step we take, his erection straining against the jeans he pulled on and nudging up against my sheer panties.

  He sets me down just as abruptly as he picked me up. I look up half-expecting to be in the bedroom, but we had stopped several steps short of entering that room. Instead, he had dropped me off just behind the couch.

  Before I can even think to ask why we’ve stopped here, he spins me around and bends me over the back of the couch. I gasp, the sound quickly turning into a moan as I feel his cock grinding against my ass when he pulls my hips back to meet his. He pushes my shirt—his shirt—up my back and licks a slow trail up the line of my spine.

  “Oh, God,” I breathe out, low and needy as I feel myself soaking through my panties. He drags the thin fabric down to my feet, not allowing me to step out of them. With my feet trapped, he nudges my legs apart and settles between them. He presses one palm to my back, right between my shoulder blades, and holds me down against my couch as he s
lides his other hand down to tease at my clit.

  “You’re so fucking wet,” he says when he bends over to whisper into my ear. His dick is still rubbing against me through his jeans and I can’t help aching to have it close, to be rid of that barrier of clothing.

  He seems to sense this, stepping back just long enough to unzip himself and pull his erection out. This brief moment of freedom gives me a moment to look over my shoulder at him, to watch him pump himself a few times before positioning himself at my entrance.

  Quickly, he pushes me back down. My breasts are pressed up against the couch, the pressure against them causing my nipples to harden and swell. I can’t see anything he’s doing with his hand on my back, keeping me in this position, but I can feel everything. He plunges two fingers inside of me at once, curling against my heated walls and stretching me out—but not filling me out. I need to be filled.

  “Please, please, Romeo,” I beg, reduced to sobbing moans within seconds. Pleasure courses through my veins, reaching every inch of my body. He withdraws his fingers from me abruptly and curls a hand in my hair, holding on tightly, but not tightly enough to hurt.

  Every move he makes is rough and quick, but never painful. He knows my limits as well as he knows his own and he uses that knowledge to bring me so close to climax, to trap me in a pleasure so tight and all-consuming that I might as well be engulfed in a vice of his passion.

  “Please,” I say one last time, whispering the word so quietly that I doubt he can even hear me.

  He must, though, because he steadies my hips and thrusts into me, seating himself fully inside of me as he flicks a finger over my clit. I gasp at the simultaneous stimulation and nearly come right then and there. I groan as he begins to pump his hips, hard and fast, while he keeps one hand fisted in my hair. He yanks me back to meet his every thrust, heightening the feelings of our joining to the absolute max.

  My groans get louder and louder with each thrust, mingling with the sounds he’s making as he fills me up. I try to tell him that I’m going to come, but I’m so lost in these sensations that I can’t even form those simple little words.

  “Come,” he says as he leans over me again, biting at the lobe of my ear as he growls the command. “Come for me, Erin.”

  I gasp, loud and sharp, and come. My legs spasm beneath me, instantly turning to jelly. I hear him moan as I clench around him and I feel the heat of him spilling his own climax inside of me, deep and hot and whole.

  With him inside of me, I feel whole.

  I’m still trying to remember how to breathe when he wraps his arms around my waist and hoists me up again, carrying me into the bedroom this time. He drops me onto the sheets and before crawling up next to me, tangling our limbs together again as we rest contentedly in each other’s embrace.

  “After lunch,” he says, his voice still a low growl against my ear, “we’re going again.”

  I nod, eagerly—though I doubt either of us will be able to wait for lunch.

  CHAPTER TWENTY SIX

  After a long day of fucking and resting and eating and living, I am so thoroughly exhausted and satisfied that I could barely even move. My whole body felt numb, buzzing with pleasure, and all I could do was smile at Romeo as he moved around the room gathering his clothes.

  “I wish I could spend the night,” he says as he leans over me to press a kiss to my mouth. “Here, with you, I mean—but the band’s heading out. I can’t miss my ride.”

  I pout, but only for a second. As much as I want him with me the whole night, I know I can’t interfere with his career any more than I already have. “I’m going to miss you so much.”

  “You’ll be there tomorrow,” he says—not a question, but an order. “Front and center, where I can see you getting wet for me.”

  I grin and nod. I would have gotten wet right then and there if he hadn’t just spent the whole day bringing me to climax again and again and again.

  “Or,” he says as he pulls his shirt on over his head, having peeled it off of me earlier as I dropped to my knees to take him into my mouth, “you could come with me. Ride with me and the band. We’ll send a driver for your friends if you have to. You won’t need to leave my side.

  I internalize a groan, conflicted. On the one hand, I would love to stay with him all night and all day tomorrow. I would love to actually see him rehearse, to get that elusive private concert that I knew would be even more passionate then all the others. Yet I didn’t feel entirely comfortable with his band mates. It wasn’t that I thought they were bad guys or anything—they seemed to care deeply for their music, which couldn’t possibly be a bad thing. It was just very clear that they didn’t like me much at all, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to place myself in such a small space with him for so many hours on the road.

  Before I could decide, a third factor occurs to me. I sigh and shake my head.

  “I’m sorry, I can’t,” I say, cringing as a disappointed frown appears on Romeo’s face. I shake my head again, more quickly now. “No, no, Romeo—it’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that—I just remembered it’s my father’s birthday tomorrow. I have to go to Fort Lauderdale to see him.”

  The disappointment disappears from his face instantly, replaced by comprehension. It warms me to the core to see how understanding he is—to see that he knows family comes first. He nods after a moment.

  “Give him my best,” he says as he pulls the covers up over my shoulders, dropping a kiss to my cheek before he straightens. “You can stay here tonight if you’d like. Checkout isn’t until tomorrow morning.”

  I smile appreciatively. “Well, that’s good to hear. I don’t think I would be able to move even if I wanted to.”

  He laughs and cups one of my breasts through the thin sheet covering my body, squeezing lightly. “Good. This is exactly how I like you.”

  For one split second, I want so badly to ask him not to leave. I want to ask him to skip his show and just stay with me, to keep me in this totally fucked out and blissed out state forever. I knew, instinctively, that he would say yes, though, and I absolutely couldn’t do that to him.

  “We’ll have to do the meet the parents thing sometime when you aren’t on tour,” I say instead, deciding that a lighthearted joke couldn’t hurt.

  Romeo’s shoulders tense noticeably, then, and he freezes for a second before stepping back, a frown replacing the soft expression of adoration that had been on his face just seconds ago. I blink a few times, wondering if I’d said something wrong, before gasping and clapping a hand over my mouth when I realized I must have brought up horrible memories of his parents just then.

  “I’m so sorry,” I say through my fingers, worry straining at the sides of my eyes as I scramble to sit up. “Oh, God, Romeo—I didn’t mean to imply—I mean, I’m just—.”

  He shakes his head. He smiles again, too, but it’s a bit tight and forced. “I know you didn’t mean anything by it, babe. Don’t worry about it.”

  “But—I should’ve thought,” I say, mentally berating myself. Of course I would never meet his parents. His mother has passed and his father—well, I can’t imagine Romeo ever wanting to speak to his father again. He probably doesn’t even want to think about him, and I can’t believe I brought it up so crassly!

  “It’s fine, it’s fine,” he says. He laughs, but it sounds almost sarcastic, and there’s a harsher look on his face than I’ve ever seen before when he continues, “My fault for not having a family to introduce you to, you know?”

  I gape at him for a moment before shaking my head furiously. “Do you really think that?”

  “Don’t you?” he asks, sarcasm still dripping from his words.

  “No,” I say, firmly. “Absolutely not. None of this is your fault, Romeo. You said it yourself, your mother’s death—that was all on your father. He could have saved her, maybe, and he didn’t. You had no hand in this.”

  He stares at me for a minute or two before his shoulders slump and he nods with a sigh. When he
looks at me again, he’s smiling once more—honestly, genuinely. “Thank you.”

  I nod, holding out a hand to gesture for him to come closer. “I’ll say it anytime you need to hear it. It’s only the truth, after all.”

  He leans down to kiss me again, and I wind my arms around his shoulders to pull him in close.

  “You’re mine,” he says, his voice dipping low again.

  I smile against his mouth before dropping my arms down to the sheets again. “Also true.”

  “I wish I could pin you down and show you just how true,” he says, murmuring the words against my skin as he presses a kiss to the crook of my neck. “All. Day. Long.”

  “We’ll just have to meet like this again sometime, stranger,” I say, punctuating my words with a flirtatious grin.

  He growls playfully and swats me on the hip. “Don’t tempt me.”

  The fact that I even can tempt this man is enough to flood me with pride. I nod, kiss him again, and let him go.

  I borrow Maddie’s car and hit the road without any problems, but I can’t stop thinking about Romeo as I drive.

  Memories of his hands on me and his seductive voice wrapping itself around me flood my mind. I can barely concentrate on driving. The memories become distracting to the point where I have to pull over once in a while just to text my phone.

  I feel silly about this until I see that Romeo has indeed texted me, asking me about the drive and telling me he misses me already. We text back and forth a few times whenever I stop, unable to keep my eyes and mind on the road, until, finally, I reach Fort Lauderdale just before sundown.

  My brother’s truck is already outside—of course it is. I cringe as I step out of the car, knowing that he would probably have a slew of lectures all lined up for me. How dare you be late to Dad’s birthday dinner, Erin? Where were you, Erin? What were you doing, Erin?