Page 13 of Hate On

He caught her hand, and before she could so much as blink, he tugged her toward him. “I hope I don’t have to apologize for this,” he said in a low voice just before his mouth closed over hers.

He licked at the entrance to her mouth, a questioning sort of caress and without hesitation, she opened for him with a moan.

Roman reached up to cradle the back of her head with his hand and she found herself sagging into his embrace as the kiss deepened.

Thiswas a kiss.

There was no mashing of his lips to hers, no awkward attempt to half strangle her with his tongue.

No…hecourtedher with that kiss. His mouth was firm, but gentle on hers, and when he finally dipped his tongue inside, she tasted wine on him. It made her crazy for more and she arched against him, curling one arm around his neck.

A shudder went through him.

Her nipples tightened inside the silk of her bra and as music twined through the air, she found herself wanting to twine herself completely around him.

He was the one who broke the kiss, tearing his mouth from hers, but not breaking away. He stood there with his head pressed to hers, breath coming hard. “I want you,” he said in a low, seductive voice. “I wanted you the second I saw you in that boardroom. Say you’ll come home with me.”

Julianna knew there were a hundred reasons why she shouldn’t and only one of them had to do with the fact that she barely knew him.

But as she pulled back to peer into his pale, lovely eyes,noneof those reasons really seemed to matter.

What mattered was the fact that this man wanted her.

And she wanted him.

Reaching up, she laid a hand on his cheek, peering into his eyes as she studied him.

“I’ll come home with you,” she whispered.

5

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.