Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Well, whoever you’ve ‘fucked it all up’ with must be different from me,” he said. He took a step closer to me, and I could feel the warmth of his chest near mine. “Because I’ve wanted you more every minute we’ve spent together.”
I could barely handle having those eyes on me. I let out a soft moan as his warm hand found its way to the side of my neck again, gently gliding up toward my hair.
He leaned in for another kiss. This time it was soft. Gentlemanly and polite.
He was kissing me like someone might kiss after a nice, simple first date. He was as sweet as he was sexy, apparently.
He pulled away, looking me in the eyes.
“I get the sense that you want someone to take care of you,” he said, his voice deep and velvety. “So, if you want, I would fucking love to take care of you tonight, Casey. No more, no less.”
“That sounds like the best thing I’ve heard in a long time,” I said softly.
He reached down to hold my hand. “Lead the way?”
For the short few blocks back to my house, I felt like a giddy teenager. Rome kept his fingers laced through mine, and the feeling of his hand in mine was more intoxicating than any alcohol could have been. As we walked, Rome pointed out every decoration that his company had put up around town, and then the other decorations, which were far inferior to his, of course. Soon the main street gave way to quieter streets full of houses and tall trees, and Rome was nothing but encouraging. He loved every type of decoration that people put up on their homes, even if they’d only used simple strings of lights across their house.
“I can’t help it,” he said as we approached my house. “I’m well into my forties, and I’ve never gotten sick of December. People talk about the childhood magic wearing off, but it never did, for me.”
“I’m the same way,” I said. “It really is magical.”
He gave me a playful shove with his shoulder. “Oh, shut up.”
“What?”
“You’re 23,” he said. “Of course nothing’s had the chance to wear off for you yet.”
I snorted. “I’m a grown-up, goddamnit.”
He reached his hand into my back pocket, giving my ass a squeeze. “I know you are.”
My heart skipped a beat again as we approached my house. “Well, this is it,” I said, walking up the short path to my front steps. “Home, sweet home. Don’t expect much, because I’m still moving in, okay?”
As we walked inside and kicked off our boots in the entryway, my mind was running through its usual loop when I had new visitors over: I always gave a little tour of the place, asked people if they wanted a drink, and helped them feel at home. From the entryway, the medium-sized Christmas tree was visible from the edge of the living room. I’d set it up on a timer, and every night at sundown, the lights flipped on, casting the room in its glow. I loved coming home to it after dark, and it had been the first thing I’d been showing to guests.
I scratched the back of my neck .“So, um, I guess I’ll show you the living room first—”
“Come here,” he said as his hands caught my waist and tugged me in close.
He knew what I wanted. He knew what I needed.
And I realized that I wasn’t going to have to worry about any of the usual niceties that I showed to other guests.
He crushed his lips to mine without a hint of hesitation. There was nothing polite about his kiss now, and that was exactly the way I liked it. We were inside, away from any onlookers, and Rome sure as hell wasn’t shy.
He pushed me backward toward the wall of the entryway, pushing his hips forward against the front of my body. My back hit something soft behind me, sliding against the wall, and I realized he’d shoved me up against the new, rolled-up rug I had leaned there.
A shiver ran through my body as his palm found its way to my thigh, then slowly, firmly made its way up toward my dick, palming me through my jeans.
“Fuck,” I whispered against his lips. “I didn’t even turn the lights on yet. I was going to give you a grand tour and everything.”
“I want a grand tour of your body,” he said. “And the light from the Christmas tree is better than anything else could be.”
“You’re not wrong,” I said. The last word came out low and breathy because Rome was dipping lower, now, slowly sucking a kiss against the side of my neck. I leaned my head back against the soft rolled-up rug, arching for him.
His hair was soft as it brushed against my jaw. My cock throbbed with every move Rome made.