Page 16 of Hate to Crave You
She let her lip go and he reached up, pressing his thumb to that ripe, plump curve. “Every time you do something like that, I think about having you do the same thing to my cock.”
She sucked in a breath.
“Does that surprise you?” He moved in closer and pressed his lips to her ear. “Or are you a little repulsed? Do you not like hearing me say I want to see my cock in your mouth?”
“Oh, repulsed isn’t what I’m feeling,” she whispered. “Not at all.”
She nudged him back and reached for the buttons on his shirt. He’d taken his suit jacket off when they’d come inside, but he almost wished he hadn’t because the pleasure of being undressed by Julianna Castle was a unique and singular one. Once she had his shirt off, she didn’t just drop it to the floor. She folded it and he had the very enjoyable honor of watching her turn and walk over to put it on the couch, bending just slightly in those fucking sexy panties and a pair of fuck-me heels.
When she came back to him, she reached for his belt buckle, but he stopped her, catching her hands. “It’s my turn now.”
She cocked her head and the shiny, brown sweep of her hair fell over one shoulder. “I’m still wearing a lot less than you.”
“Not my fault you wore a sexy little black dress and I was in a suit.” He pulled her up against him, felt her breasts go flat against his chest as he freed the clasp of her bra. “I want you naked.”
The bra fell away and he lowered his gaze to stare at her.
She didn’t lift her arms and pretend any false modesty. Instead she lifted her arms and curled them around his neck, tugging on his head. He followed her cue and kissed her, using his hands to plump her breasts together, tugging on her nipples and loving every shiver, every sigh.
Julianna arched against him, her hands leaving his neck to grip his hips and tug demandingly.
Lifting his head, he stared into eyes gone bright with lust. “In a hurry?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t call it ahurry.” She wiggled against him.
A million circuits in his brain exploded and he sucked in a breath as she reached between them and palmed his cock. “Fuck, Julianna,” he muttered.
“That’s the idea.” She gave him a sloe-eyed look of want.
He bit back a snort of laughter and fought impulse to do just that—fuckher, hard and rough and once she was limp with exhaustion, he’d do it all over again, but slower.
Except he didn’t want a quick hard fuck with her.
He wanted to know what made her moan, what made her sigh.
Like when he trailed his fingers up her spine, she shivered.
Turning her around, he had her face the windows. The glass was privacy treated so even if somebody were to look, they’d never see anything. However, they could see out and the sense that somebodymightsee was a titillating one. “Slow down a little, Julianna,” he said. “Enjoy…”
He cupped her breasts and a hitched sigh escaped her throat.
She slid her hands back, clasping his hips and he couldn’t stop the involuntarily roll that had his cock pumping against her ass.
It made her shudder and he reached down, pressing one hand flat against her belly to hold her still as he did it again and again.
Sweat broke out on his forehead and he thought briefly, he could have come right there, just riding her sweet ass like that.
But that wasn’t how he wanted the night to go.
“Come to bed with me,” he murmured in her ear.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
She’d slid onto the bed while he ducked into his bathroom to grab a box of rubbers.
When he came out, he almost stumbled because the sight of her spread out on his bed with the comforter of white and a mound of pillows under her upper body was just about the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life.
He tossed the box of condoms onto the foot of the bed and braced one knee by her ankle, drawing her leg out flat. He climbed up her body then, pressing kisses to her knee, her inner thigh, the soft circle of her navel, then, finally, he buried his face in the valley of her breasts. The scent of her body was indeed stronger there and he groaned as he sucked in a deep breath, filling his head with it.
