Page 15 of Hate to Crave You
Roman
Fuck,it’s like her mouth was made for seduction and everything sinful, Roman thought.
Inside his condo, they stood beside the floor to ceiling windows that featured an expansive view of the New York City skyline and he had one hand fisted in her hair as he explored and tasted her mouth the way he’d wanted to do from the second he’d seen her earlier that day.
Julianna arched against him, her slim body warm and strong, her breasts a sweet weight against his chest. Sliding a hand up her side, he cupped one of her breasts in his palm and plumped it up, wondering what she was going to look like once he peeled all of her clothes away.
A goddess, he decided. She’d look like a goddess. He reached for the zipper at the nape of her neck and she shivered a little as he began to drag it down.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“No,” she said on a shaky breath. “Something else entirely.”
The look in her eyes sent a blast of heat punching through him, one that settled in the vicinity of his cock and balls. As blood drained down lower, he pressed his lips to her ear. “And just what is it you’re feeling if you’re not cold, Julianna?”
She turned her mouth to his as she covered the palm he had on her breast. She squeezed lightly. “Why don’t you tell me?”
He laughed and caught her mouth in another deep, drugging kiss.
She absolutelywasa drug. One Roman thought he could maybe let himself get addicted to, if only it were possible.
The zipper rasped loudly as he dragged it the rest of the way down and he pulled back, staring down as the dress sagged around her shoulders. She slid him a look from under her lashes and pressed a hand to her chest, holding the dress in place.
Please, fuck, don’t let her get shy now.
Holding her gaze, he reached up, resting his hands on the shoulders of the dress. Her hand fell away as he exerted light pressure and Roman eased the dress down.
A chocolate colored silk bra was revealed, her skin gleaming like a pearl against the material.
He wanted to bury his face in the valley between her breasts and see if the scent he caught from her emanated from there.
But he kept on pushing the material down.
It caught on the faint swell of her hips and he gave it another nudge until it went sweeping down to her feet.
Her panties matched the bra.
With thin bits of silk that rode high on her hips, the material swathed her lovingly and he wanted to grab those narrow strings and tear them, get her naked so he could feast on her with his eyes, then with his mouth. It was a heady thought, but he kept his pace slow.
He didn’t want to rush this.
She stepped out of the puddle of material the dress had formed around her feet.
Catching her waist, he drew her back against him. “I knew you’d look this beautiful,” he murmured, bending his head to kiss the curve where neck joined shoulder.
A soft sigh escaped her, followed by a shiver as he trailed his fingers up her back.
“I want you naked now,” he said, catching the clasp of her bra.
“I’m already almost there.” She gave him a mock pout and said, “You haven’t even taken off your shirt.”
“Maybe you should take care of that, then.”
She bit her lower lip and he felt a pulse in his cock—he wanted to feel her doing that to him, then have her lave her tongue all over his shaft before taking him in her mouth and going down on him.
There were a million dirty, wicked things he wanted to see her do, that he wanted to dotoher.
And so many of them centered on that mouth.
