He backed her toward the bed. She snaked her arm around him, pressing against his body, but he pushed her away, keeping her an arm's length from him.
"I don't have pretty words or time to sway you into removing your clothes, Timber." There was a slight rumble in his voice when he spoke. "I'm past the point of having the patience to teach someone how to have sex—"
"I've had sex," she blurted.
Irritation surged through her. He wasn't going to make her feel incompetent.
She brushed his hand off her arm and placed her palms on his chest. Tired of always being someone's disappointment, she'd prove to him that she had enough experience to make having sex enjoyable.
If he wanted her out of her clothes, she'd take them off. And then she'd take his off.
She slowly turned around, toed the back of her sneakers, and kicked them across the room. Her back heated, knowing Romeo watched. She couldn't face him because if he gave her any sign that she failed to arouse him, she'd never be able to go through with it.
She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her short skirt and shimmied the material over her hips and down her legs. Wearing only a thong, she left the panties on while she wiggled her arms out of the holes of her tank, and pulled the material over her head.
By the time she stood in her bra and thong with her back toward Romeo, her eyes prickled with unshed tears. He was right.
She'd only had sex three times in her life. Her experience involved the backseat of a car and having her knee painfully shoved against the door, and the top of her head hitting the roof as she rode boys who had no idea she had a clitoris.
She bit her bottom lip. Maybe she should tell Romeo the truth.
He'd learn soon enough that she would forever be disappointing him like she'd disappointed everyone else in her life.
Warmth covered her back a millisecond before Romeo molded himself to her, spreading his fingers wide on her hips and pulling her tight against the roughness of his jeans. She shivered. Goosebumps broke out on her skin. She had to tell him.
"Romeo?" she whispered, knowing it would hurt when he rejected her.
His lips found her ear, and he snaked his arms around the front of her, pulling her tight against him. "You're beautiful."
Her eyelids closed, and her knees wobbled, but the fear of melting at his feet stayed away because he held her.
She was safe, sheltered against his body with his arms wrapped around her.
"I'll make it good for you." His hand wandered down her stomach.
Pleasure sparked to life inside of her, squeezing her core deliciously. He wasn't changing his mind.
He slipped his hand over her mound. His middle finger glided over her clit. She bit her lip to keep from smiling in pleasure. Of course, he knew what he was doing.
Romeo's other arm tightened around her waist, and he picked her up. Her legs dangled in the air. Then, he had her sitting on his lap, facing away from him with her legs spread and draped over his knees.
Her thong was long forgotten. She wasn't even aware of what he'd done with her underwear or if she still had the slim strip of material on. That clothing article was no longer an obstacle. Romeo had access to the wet and aroused part of her.
The last time she'd felt such turmoil and helplessness was when she was sixteen, and she stood in the Zero Gravity ride while the carnival employee strapped her to the side. Her stomach fluttered. Romeo's fingers invaded her pussy.
Only two fingers, and he held them still inside of her. She gasped when his thumb landed on her clit.
He kept his other arm around her waist. She tilted her head back and encountered his shoulder. Closing her eyes, she soaked in the euphoria of having him consume her. Never had she had someone hold her.
She couldn't even remember a time when her parents had picked her up. They must've at one time. Like Willow and Vega's children, young ones were often picked up and transported out of a room or comforted after falling.
But what Romeo was doing was different. He held her. And the way he held her gave her permission to let go.
She was floating. Her body sailed through the air, moving in pleasure. Yet, tethered to Romeo, she never once forgot that it was him making her feel all of the firsts she was experiencing.
He nudged her inner thigh with his wrist, rearranging her body.
Romeo kissed the sensitive skin between her shoulder and neck. "Just like a fucking doll, letting me do anything I want to you."
The way he moved his hand against her pussy put her in a trance. She couldn't move if she wanted to.
"So fucking wet." He removed his hand between her legs and pulled the cup of her bra down, freeing her breast. "Feel it?"
He circled his wet fingers around her nipple. The small nub beaded tighter.
She squirmed on his lap, missing his hand on her pussy.
Romeo's chest quaked in amusement before he picked her up and arranged her on the bed, flat on her back. He stood, taking a condom out of his wallet, and tossed the protection beside her. Caught up in watching him, she ignored the foil package.
He stripped off his leather club vest and folded it in half before putting it on the dresser, along with a pistol he wore underneath his belt. Next, he reached behind his neck and pulled his T-shirt over his head, baring his upper body to her. Unlike the care he'd taken with his vest, he tossed the shirt across the room and hastily unbuckled his belt.
She looked beyond the inked tattoos to the sculpted muscles and broad shoulders. She swallowed hard, knowing what it was like to have her arms wrapped around him from behind, but she wanted him in front of her, between her legs, pressing her down on the mattress.
He reached into the front of his jeans and pulled his cock out. Like a moth to a flame, she moved toward him, curling into a sitting position on the bed. While she wasn't fluttering around him, her stomach was doing enough flips and spirals to make her moan.
"You want that?" He held himself proudly.
While his fist blocked her view of the base of him, there was enough of his cock on display to leave her breathless. The boys she'd been with were normal size males for their age. Not much taller than her and around the same age.
Romeo was taller, bigger, and older. His cock was impressively sized. It was aged with veins, power, and passion.
"I am so glad I'm not a virgin," she whispered, rocking up to her knees.
Amusement hit Romeo's eyes, and he let go of himself, giving her a glimpse of the girth of his cock, nestled in a bed of dark hair. He kissed her, taking her back down to the mattress, settling between her legs.
Easing away from her with small kisses, he continued moving down her body. Taking his time at her breasts and then moved lower to her belly. The softness of his lips and tongue erased by the rougher texture of his beard, sliding over her skin as he explored her body.
She reached between her legs, threading her fingers through the hair at the top of his head. He lowered his mouth to her lower lips. Using his tongue to spread the folds of her pussy, he found her clit, and sucked the pearl into his mouth with a skill that left her gasping for breath.
Her legs relaxed on the bed, widening for him. Warmth spread through her. She beat the top of the bed with her left hand, finally grabbing the comforter in her fist, and holding on.
What he was doing to her was better than sex. Not just any sex, but what she could imagine as the best sex in the world would never compare to how he used his tongue on her.