Page 78 of Hate to Crave You
“A veritable poet,” Roman agreed.
Then, before she could say anything else, he flipped her onto her back and caught one of her hands in his, dragging it up over her head. “You know, I’ve got you naked and warm and now you’re trapped. I can think of much better things to do than talk about either of our parents.”
She grinned up at him, giving him a cheeky smile. “Oh, really? And just what is that?”
He dipped his head, rubbing his lips over hers before whispering, “Take a guess.”
“You want to play charades?”
He moved lower, pressing a kiss to the curve where neck and shoulder joined. “Try again.”
“Cards? Strip poker maybe?”
“You’re a terrible poker player,” he pointed out.
“Hey!” She jabbed him with her free hand. “I’ve gotten better, thank you.”
“And who all have you been practicing with?” he teased. “If you’ve gotten better at strip poker?”
“Ha, ha.” She turned her face to kiss him, but he slid lower, evading her.
“Try again.”
“Want to give me a…hint?” Julianna’s breathing hitched as he moved lower, his lips pausing to encircle one nipple. He tugged on it, drawing it away from her body, scoring it with his teeth before slowly releasing it.
“Well, it does involve you being naked.”
“Hmm…strip charades, then?”
He laughed as he moved on down to her navel. “No, baby. No cards, no charades. Just you and me, naked…maybe this will help.”
He pressed his mouth to the wet, slick folds between her thighs and listened to her ragged intake of breath. When she breathed out, it was a moaning sigh of his name.
She tugged her hand free of his and shoved both hands into his hair, arching up to meet him.
He cupped her butt in his hands, tilting her up to better meet his mouth.
Her taste was a seduction, salty-sweet and intoxicating. He flicked at her clit with his tongue, then caught it between his teeth and tugged. She whimpered so he did it again, and again, until she was rocking up in a ragged rhythm, driving her hips against his face and pressing him more tightly to her.
He loved it. He loved everything about it, from the way she drove her heels into the mattress for better leverage to the way her head thrashed on the pillow.
Tearing his mouth away, he stared up at her.
“Don’t stop,” she said, whimpering.
“I want to see you,” he said. And he feasted on her with his eyes. She was so beautiful. The pendant he’d given her lay between her breasts, glittering in the faint light. Her nipples were tight and swollen, lifted to the ceiling, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged gasp of air.
“Roman…”
He lowered his mouth back to her cunt and pressed on, adding two fingers to her sheath and twisting his wrist as he thrust inside her.
She bounced up, thrusting against him hard and fast. “Yes!”
He did it a second time and she started to come.
He kept working her until the climax ended. Once she was still, panting for air, he climbed up her body and kissed her. “We’re not done yet,” he muttered against her lips.
“I am,” she said, groaning. “You almost killed me.”
