Page 17 of Hate to Crave You
“I could eat you up,” he muttered.
“I won’t stop you.”
Flicking a look up at her, he saw anticipation in her eyes, along with a nervous excitement.
Roman had never been one to disappoint the ladies.
Pressing his lips to her breastbone, he kissed his way back down her body, stopping once he was at her feet. “This is where every man belongs when he’s with a woman like you. On his knees, worshipping her.”
“Are you worshipping me?” Julianna asked, a faint smile curling her lips.
“Fuck, yes.” He let his eyes trail over the swells of her breasts and hips, the dip of her waist, the chocolate silk of her panties that still shielded her pussy from him. Reaching for the narrow strips at her hips, he caught them and began to drag them down. “Let me show just how much I want to worship you.”
She moaned when he pressed a kiss to her core.
Roman almost did the same, catching the faintest hint of her taste as he pushed her thighs apart and stretched out between them. She was sweet and wet, her flesh hot. And when he flicked his tongue at her clit, she jerked against him, letting him know she was already hovering on the edge.
He was going to keep her there.
That was just what he did, too. Using tongue and teeth, he worked her closer and closer, and as soon as he sensed she was almost there, he backed off, changed rhythm or simply kissed the crease of her thigh.
He kept that up until she was pulling at his hair and fisting her hands in it, lifting herself to his mouth and begging him.
Thatwas where he wanted her, Julianna with his name a ragged cry on her lips.
She moaned when he backed away a third time, but this time, he went to his knees and reached for his belt.
At the rasp of his zipper, Julianna’s eyes opened and she stared up at him. “You’re a tease,” she said in a full, throaty whisper.
“You taste like a goddess. I don’t want it ending too soon,” he told her, freeing himself from the confines of his pants. The sight of her eyes widening had his cock jerking in response as he reached for the box of condoms.
They kept their eyes on each other as he dealt with the task of ripping one of the foil packets off, then open. When he went to put it on, though, Julianna’s eyes dropped. “Like what you see?”
“Oh…more than,” she said, her voice a little weak. Her gaze came back to his. “I’ll like it more when I’m doing a little more than seeing.”
The bluntness of the statement had his prick stiffening to the point of pain and he drew the rubber on, then covered her body with his. “I wanted you the second I saw you today,” he said, his voice gruff as he rubbed his mouth over hers.
“Me, too,” she said weakly.
“You didn’t show it. You were like an ice princess, hardly even looking at me.” He rubbed his cock over her slit, not quite entering her, but letting her feel him.
She shivered and arched up. “Roman…”
He laughed at the shaky plea in her voice, then reached down and held himself steady, adjusting his angle. “Take me in, Julianna,” he said demandingly, covering her mouth with his.
She moaned and did just that, tilting her hips up as he started to fill her.
It was a sweet, sweet possession and the urge to drive himself into her faded as another broken moan shimmered out of her. She was tight and hot around him and he found himself wanting to feel her without the damn rubber, to have her muscles milking him without any barrier.
Crazy, he thought. It was crazy.
But he wanted it anyway.
She clenched around him with a moan and under that exquisite sensation, thought ceased and he began to move, thrusting deep into the wet heat of her.
Her head fell back, exposing the long, elegant arch of her neck and he ran his lips up, then down it.
She shivered and he added his teeth to the caress, smiling inwardly as the shivering increased. She was so responsive and he loved it.
