Free Romeo (Blood Brothers) by Eve Vaughn Page B

breasts in a self-conscious gesture.
    “Don’t. You have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re beautiful.”
    “Well, I’m standing here naked while you still have all your clothes on.”
    He grinned. “Something that can easily be remedied,” Romeo said, shrugging out of his leather jacket.
    “No. Let me.” Christine covered the short distance between them and placed her hand on his shirt.
    “If you insist.”
    “I do.”
    She slid her hand under his T-shirt. The contact of her palms on his chest filled him with such a rush of desire, he could barely keep still. If he wasn’t careful, this woman would be the death of him.
     
    “Lift your arms up,” she instructed, loving the feel of his hard flesh beneath her fingertips. She tugged his shirt over his head to reveal a chest that was all ripples and hollows. A dusting of blond curls, two shades lighter than the hair on his head, covered Romeo’s chest. It was sexy as hell. Christine ran her palm over his toned pectoral muscles, pressing her lips against the taut peak of one brown nipple.
    He shook.
    “I love your body.”
    “Not as much as I love yours.”
    “Shut up, and let me do my thing,” she ordered with mock severity as she unbuttoned his jeans.
    “Ah, I didn’t know you were a take-charge kind of woman.”
    “Take-charge is my middle name.”
    “Well, I do love a woman who knows her own mind. Do your worst, babe.” The deep timbre of his voice sent a thrill racing through her. He was too sexy to be real. Romeo was all man, with just a hint of danger about him that fulfilled her wildest dreams.
    He excited her like no man ever had. Even barely touching him, Christine could feel the heat coursing through his body. Christine knelt down. “Lift your feet.”
    “Yes, mistress.”
    She looked up to see a twinkle in the depths of his cobalt eyes. “Smart ass.”
    “Hey, I’ve been told my ass was cute, but never smart.” Romeo winked at her again.
    She shook her head, wondering how she would make it through the night without laughing herself crazy or melting in a puddle of lust. She removed his boots, then slid his jeans down his hips, only looking up when he stepped free of the pants.
    “Holy moly,” Christine muttered. Romeo wore no underwear and his cock jutted out like a huge spear.
    “Do you like what you see, sweetheart?” He raised one dark blond brow.
    “It’s a monster,” she whispered, reaching up to trail her fingers over the length of his cock. It was so long and thick, Christine didn’t know how she could possibly take it in.
    Romeo winked at her. “It’s not a monster. But you can name him that if you’d like.”
    He hadn’t already named it? Rick had called his “The Terminator,” although she’d secretly referred to it as ‘Limp Willy.’
    “I get to name it? What an honor.” She smirked.
    “Does it really need a name when action speaks louder than words?”
    He had a point; besides, coming up with a name for his dick was not her priority. She had more intimate things in mind. Christine curled her fingers around his cock and slid her hand back and forth.
    “Yes,” he moaned.
    “What? No jokes this time?”
    “I can’t think of any right now to save my life. Touch me, Christine. Take me into your mouth.”
    She pouted. “I thought I was in charge.”
    “I don’t care who’s in charge, but I think I’ll explode if I don’t feel your mouth on me.” His impassioned plea was all she needed to part her lips over Romeo’s throbbing erection.
    He filled her mouth so beautifully. Slowly, oh, so slowly, her mouth closed over his rod. Already, she could taste the evidence of his arousal. The salty flavor tingled on her tongue. With a growl, Romeo bent over and hauled Christine to her feet, his cock slipping wetly from her mouth.
    “Change of plans. I need to be inside you now.”
    Before she knew what was happening, he’d scooped her off her feet and carried her up the stairs. “Which room is