Love

Before opening the door of bathroom I look at my reflection one more time and find myself wearing his huge black tee that reaches below my mid thighs. After a bit of conflict if I should wear his double sized lower, I end up not wearing it. I decide the only tee would be fine since the dress I had worn earlier was shorter than this.

After his declaration we stood there for few moments gazing at each other. It's not until when a traitorous yawn escaped me, he told, no actually demanded me to change and then to sleep, claiming I have had a long day. He was right about that though as today has been a long tiring day, when I wanted a simple quiet celebration I ended up in a club I never really wanted to go. Then it turned out a disaster for me between learning he was the owner to the fight at last. I was partially to blame, if I had just listened to him instead of in spiting, this all would have never happened.

But alas!

What had to happen, it already did. I can't change anything now so why think about it, right?

I then glance at black dress which is now tossed aside by my man himself when he not so subtly ordered me to get out of the 'filthy' dress and sigh, I wonder what would Sydney think if she gets to know her one of favourite dress is called filthy piece by Romero.

She'd be angry of course, but keep her anger to herself. I don't think she'd give him 'piece of mind' as she likes to say but remembering her standing up for me earlier with a fierce expression I change my mind, maybe she actually would.

I smile a bit recalling his expression, when he came back to give me his clothes, for the dress, he looked at poor thing as if it had offended him somehow. Though I didn't miss the darkening of his eyes when they raked over my body, the admiration and desire in them were unmistakable.

I relish in knowledge that he liked what he saw.

Setting his pants on the cabinet I open the door and come out. The lights are already off leaving a lamp by bed side to illuminate the room, it's bright enough to walk across without bumping into anything. Through its light I see Romero on the bed but I know he is awake, he rarely sleeps before me.

I walk over to bed and stop abruptly when I notice his bare chest.

That's unexpected.

Uh uh

His upper tanned body is fully visible and damn if I don't want to stare it all night, what a sight it is!

I watch his broad shoulders, delicious abs, his ripped muscles and swallow hard at the display trying to look away from his chest but it seems impossible as my eyes are stuck to it like it's most fascinating thing to watch. When I attempt to think of something else his perfect body blocks everything out until I can't see anything else but him.

"Done checking me out?"

I snap my eyes to his instantly and find them twinkling in amusement, a blush creeps up my face and I'm glad it's dark enough for him not notice it.

Arse!

"You don't have any tattoo." I tell him the obvious and have no reason why.

Perhaps it's a diversion of subject.

"Why? Do you want me to have some?" I see his frown.

"No!" I speak quickly or maybe too quickly.

The truth is I wouldn't mind one or two of them on his fine body to stare at and after seeing Alice and Theodore's tattoo, I find them kind of intriguing.

He's caught my lie, I know he did but he doesn't say anything about it and releases a breath, "Come here."

I think about reminding him of his lack of clothing but the decide better of it.

I surely don't want to miss the feel of his bare body, then I tell myself its my drunkness talking.

I could never think anything like this with sober mind, could I?

Scrambling on the bed I jump in his arm without any hesitation, he wraps it around me tightly and pulls me forward until my body is fully touching his. His body is warm and hard but not in uncomfortable way, more like manly way, I sigh when feeling of home absorbs me.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean those words." He murmurs after few second of silence.

I know he is sorry.

He is only sorry whenever it comes to me. I have noticed he doesn't care about anyone else's feeling but mine. He is not a bit sorry for beating that guy but he is more than sorry because he hurt me.

"I'm sorry too."

"Whatever for?"

"For behaving like an idiot at the club, for not listening to you. You were right, that place is not for me but you should have told me that you were the owner. I felt so stupid when everyone else knew except me." Even though I don't mean to my voice comes as accusing.

His arm tightens a bit, "There is some part of me that I want you away from and that place was one of them."

Not this time!

Forcefully I jump out of his arm, "How can you say that? I want to know every part of you, good or bad. I don't care if places like that are the part of your life I only care that you didn't think it was important enough to tell me. You can't just make decisions for me and expect me to agree! You don't even talk about your family or your past-"

His face turns unreadable and eyes cold, "It's better if that part is kept buried, it will cause more harm if dug out. My past is to remain past-"

Throwing my hand in exasperation, I raise my voice, "How could you claim your past is to remain past when it slapped me right on the face? Do you know what it feels like to know someone has already had you the way I want you? Do you know how sick it feels to hear your ex flames talking about your time together? It bloody hurts!"

There is anger in his eyes now, "What do you want me to say? I have a past and even if I want to I can't change it. Had I known you were coming along I would not have looked anywhere else, I would have waited for you. Fuck that! I would have hunted you down before fate could have allowed me to. I would have made you mine the moment I knew you existed!"

I let his words sink in and feel myself softening at them, he is right.

How could he have known of my existence?

How could he have known our future?

I can not blame him for his past activities. It is not fair to him.

Lowering my tone, "But you still have a room there and-"

"Not anymore." He cuts me off.

"Huh?" I frown in confusion.

"I don't have any room there. I put that club for sell."

Shocked I fumble, "When? Why?"

His eyes turn tender, "Just few minutes ago and because I don't want to own any thing that upsets you. Nothing is worth your distress."

I'm at loss of word, "I-I don't know what to say." I mumble hanging my head down.

I'm ashamed of myself to call out his past on his face when he only thinks of my happiness.

Grabbing my face he forces me to look up, "Nothing and I'm sorry that my past hurts you. While I can't change that but I can tell you it meant nothing, less than nothing. It was only a means of release, nothing more. Hell I didn't even kiss anyone before you. I never felt anything for them, all it ever felt was cold and lifeless."

He leaves me stunned again but this time in absolute good way, "I'm your first kiss?" I whisper with a glowing smile, leaning deeper in his palm.

"Why? Does it please you Miss. Ray?" I am glad to find him teasing me again.

"Immensely so Mr. King." I reply.

He chest rumbles with a laugh, "Then yes, you are my first kiss."

"I wish you were mine too." I mumble absentmindedly.

Only when I see his smile and the lightness of his eyes fading I realise I shouldn't have said that.

A mistake, a damn big mistake.

I watch him wearily waiting for the explosion and don't have to wait for long.

"Who the fuck was your first kiss?!" He grits out.

"Why? Are you going to hunt him?" I ask successfully hiding my amusement.

"Fuck yes I am!"

"Relax. My first kiss was stolen by my bully in middle school."

He doesn't relaxes though, "Did you kiss anyone after that?"

I hesitate and his eye narrows, "Just once. It was on my prom night, I was feeling bit rebellious and my date was there. It was more than a kiss-"

My rest of dies when he places his lips on mine, hard and firm.

Recovering from my startled position my lips start moving against his with the same passion and need. My hand reaches his hair, grabbing a hold of it I tug them, hard. Just the way he likes. He groans in mouth before lowering his hand to my hip, gripping them tightly he pulls me on the top of him so that I'm straddling him now.

His mouth leaves mine and trails down to the side of my neck, his tongue flicks over my ear. Moaning, I close my eyes and arch my head to give him better access. God! It feels so good. I gasp when he takes my earlobe between his teeth, biting and sucking it. His ragged breathing is hot, sexy and extremely exciting.

Realising my earlobe he move for my the sensitive skin of neck. His lips showering fluttering kisses on my neck, shoulder and jaws. I feel a pinch of pain when his teeth grazes a certain area before it turns into a pleasant sensation as he start sucking the same place. I feel something akin to pressure forming at my lower belly begging for release.

Oh, God!

This feels good, so good.

I have never felt anything like this before.

I don't want this sensation to stop, I don't want him to stop whatever he is doing to me.

"Romero." His name comes out as a moan and this makes him more determined. His hand travels under my shirt toward my bra. When his hand touches my bra he stops with action all together.

Confused I open my eyes to find his already on me. They are staring at me with a question, as if asking 'May I?'.

In answer I close my eyes back and take his lips for another kiss. This is all he needed for confirmation, without breaking the kiss he unhooks my bra in one sweep.

Keeping one arm firmly on my back he moves his other hand at the front of my tee. I moan in his mouth when his palm touches my breast softly. He massages it, cupping the underside with loving care. His thumbs rubs my distended nipples.

Oh my.

I try not to notice him hardening beneath me. His harsh breath and ragged sighs telling me how much he enjoys touching me intimately.

"I want you so fucking much!" He growls breaking the kiss. Both of breathing hard, still dazed in burning passion.

"And I want you too but I'm not ready for that." I whisper a moment later, shifting a bit away.

Placing a lingering kiss on my forehead he removes his hands from my tee. "I know, love. It is as new to me as it's to you. We will wait until you are sure of this. Sleep now."

That's the thing.

I'm don't need any assurance.

I'm just pending the inevitable.

Why?

Because I'm scared to give him this last part of me. I'm scared of loosing my everything in him.

I'm terrified.

Despite all this I'm sure of my love for him, "I love you." I mumble sleepily before I let the unconsciousness take over me.