Bad Romeo Christmas: A Starcrossed Anthology (Starcrossed #4)(78)

"And our fight?"

"Totally real."

"The crying in the bathroom?" My brain is spinning that she's been faking me out this whole time.

"Good acting. I was pissed at you for what you said, but not hurt. The crying just added a touch of theater to make it fun. By the way, your atonement for being a jealous fool will be in the form of giving me many orgasms when we get home."

I lower my mouth to hers. "Yes, ma'am."

I kiss her again, and dear God, she tastes incredible. I put my arms around her, desperate to get closer, and I don't mean to cup her ass with both hands, but it somehow happens. When I pull her tight against me, she moans when she registers how hard I am.

She pulls back, all swollen lips and uneven breathing, and I swear if we weren't surrounded by hundreds of people, I'd rip off that microscopic dress and take her on the spot.

"Did you suspect I was here?" she asks.

I tilt her head up and kiss her neck. "Not at all. But I did feel guilty as hell for lusting after Sexy Uhura, so thanks for that."

"Really? Even when you didn't know it was me you wanted to f*ck me?"

I graze my teeth along her skin. "God, yes. So very much."

She tangles her fingers in my hair then pulls back. "Ew. What the hell am I touching here?"

"Dunno. Some overpriced crap. I needed the strong stuff to get rid of my curls."

She pushes my hair back into place and strokes my face. "But, I like your curls. And even though it's nice to see your eyeballs all uncovered, I like your glasses, too. In fact, I like all your parts. This one in particular." She reaches between us and palms my erection, and holy sweet mother of a sensual god, it feels so good my eyes roll back in my head.

"Fuck," I say, my voice rough and low. "I need to be inside you immediately."

"You read my mind."

She kisses me again, and it's so full of need, it screws up my breathing. When I pull back, I'm hit with the dawning horror that there are zero places for my boner to hide in this outfit.

"Let's get out of here," I say, pulling my cape around me.

"But shouldn't I say hi to the guys?" She gestures to our friends who are still tongue deep in each other's mouths.

"Nope," I say, grabbing her hand and pulling her through the crowd. "They can have you tomorrow. Tonight, you're all mine."

On our way to the exit, I pass Erika and Daniel. They both look disheveled but happy, and when they see me they give me a knowing smile.

"I see your girlfriend made it after all," Erika says.

Angel waves at her. "Are you kidding? Look at him. How could I possibly stay away?"

Just before we reach the door, I notice Zoe and Jack standing in the corner with their arms around each other. They're gazing at each other adoringly, and when Zoe sees me, she mouthes Thank you and gives me a warm smile.

I wave back and continue on my way. My work here is done.

"What's that look for?" Angel asks as I grab our coats.

"Nothing," I say and drag her to the elevator. "I'm just glad that tonight had a happy ending for more than just me."





SIX


True Hero




Snow flutters around us as I hail a cab, and once we're inside, things get frantic in a hurry. The weather makes the trip longer than usual, but we don't care. Thank God the cabbie seems happy to turn a blind eye as we make out like fiends.

After being apart for so long, our bodies are needy and demanding, and by the time we pull up at Angel's building, she's practically straddling me.

The cabbie clears his throat. "That'll be fifteen dollars."

I toss a wad of cash at him and throw open the door. "Keep the change."

When we get into the lobby, the reception clerk smiles at us as we stride past.

"Nice to see you again, Miss Bell. Mr. Kane."

"You, too."

The doors to the elevator have barely closed before I press Angel against the wall and plunder her mouth again. I'm aware we're on the security camera, but right now nothing matters except satisfying my insatiable need for her. My hand is hidden behind my coat when I push it under her dress and into her panties.

"I need this," I say, teasing her with my fingers.

She closes her eyes and moans. "God, yes, Josh. It's yours."

When the elevator opens, we practically run down the hallway. Once we're inside the apartment, we tear at each other's clothes. First, our coats slump onto the floor in messy heaps. Then I bend her over the couch, so I can get to her zipper before yanking it down so hard, the fabric tears.

"Don't worry about it," she says as she pulls it off. "I'll get another one."

I get rid of my cape, so she can undo my suit. As soon as I pull it down to my waist, she stops dead and stares.

She rakes her gaze all over my body. "I thought you were wearing one of those costumes with the foam muscles built into it. What the hell is this?"

I look down at myself. "It's my body. I worked out."

"You worked out?" she says, her voice rising in pitch. She moves forward and gingerly runs her hand over my pecs and abs. "You worked out?! Holy crap, Josh. Are you kidding me? How the hell did you do this in just four weeks?"