Page 40 of Hate to Crave You
She was bared to him now and he cupped her in his hand, bracing the other by her head.
Julianna gasped, arching against him. She was wet and slid against his fingers, sleek and ready.
That was all he needed.
He pulled a condom from his pocket. As he unzipped, she pressed a hand to his chest. “Let’s go up to your place,” she whispered.
“Here’s fine.” He caught her around the waist and boosted her up, cutting her response off with a hot, wet kiss that soon had her moaning and rubbing against him.
He angled his hips and reached between them, grasping his cock.
He thrust deep and hard and when she cried out, he swallowed the sound down.
She was like a fever in his blood, a drug in his system and it pissed him off that he still wanted her.
Tearing his mouth away, he stared down at her. When she would have kissed him again, he fisted his hand in her hair and kept his gaze locked on hers as he rode her, telling himself it wasn’t anything more than sex. She was hot, she was fuckable and she wanted him. What guy wouldn’t enjoy that?
But she shuddered against him and her lashes swept low, a blush rising up on her cheeks, forming a picture that he knew he’d carry with him for a long time.
“Damn you,” he muttered, dragging her mouth back to his.
“Roman…” She moaned into his mouth, her pussy tightening around his cock.
He clamped one hand over her ass, tilting the angle of her hips up as he shortened his thrusts, filling her with hard, deep digs of his cock.
“Tell me you want this,” he demanded against her mouth.
“I want this,” she said, the words coming out in a series of short pants.
Her eyes glittered as they stared into his.
Chills raced down his spine as her pussy started to clench around him, the precursors to her climax. “Don’t come yet,” he warned her.
But she got tighter and tighter and with a curse, he pulled out of her and lowered her legs to the ground. “Turn around.” He urged her on with quick movement of his hands and once her back was to him, he placed a hand on her spine and nudged her forward. “Grab the bar.”
Now, head bowed and ass lifted for him, she waited, her entire body trembling. Roman caught one cheek and spread her open, holding his cock steady as he pressed the head to her entrance, angled his hips and surged deep.
She bounced up on her toes and cried out, spine undulating as he filled her.
He reared back, then thrust forward again, one hand coming up to tangle in her hair.
Julianna whimpered out his name. He blocked the sound off, cut off everything that wasn’t the hot, snug grasp of her cunt around his cock. She started to come and he wasn’t far behind her. He caught her hips and pulled her back snug against him and held her there as he emptied himself. She shuddered and rocked against him, twisting her head around to kiss him. He didn’t yield and her lips fell across his chin.
Only seconds after the climax had ended, he pulled out and zipped up. His cock was still hard. He could have fucked her for hours, but that wasn’t happening. Not tonight.
He was still furious.
“Now,thatwas fun,” he said tauntingly.
Julianna slowly turned around, still leaning against the bar. Her expression showed both her understanding of his sneer and her disappointment that he’d seen fit to say something so obnoxious and, fuck, he couldn’t blame her.
Reaching toward the panel, he was hesitant on which button to push. “Look, I—”
Julianna shook her head as she cut him off, saying, “I’ve got early meetings tomorrow, let’s call it a night.” Part of him wanted to protest, to insist she stay, yet he knew she was right. Yes, he was still pissed, but if he were honest, she wasn’t who had him seeing red.
Bending forward to reach the floor, he picked up her skirt and passed it to her. As she pulled it on, he hit the button for the first floor. Watching her drive away in another cab, he felt more than remorse at his behavior—he felt a sense of loss that had nothing to do with business.
