Page 14 of Hate On

A chocolate colored silk bra was revealed, her skin gleaming like a pearl against the material.

He wanted to bury his face in the valley between her breasts and see if the scent he caught from her emanated from there.

But he kept on pushing the material down.

It caught on the faint swell of her hips and he gave it another nudge until it went sweeping down to her feet.

Her panties matched the bra.

With thin bits of silk that rode high on her hips, the material swathed her lovingly and he wanted to grab those narrow strings and tear them, get her naked so he could feast on her with his eyes, then with his mouth. It was a heady thought, but he kept his pace slow.

He didn’t want to rush this.

She stepped out of the puddle of material the dress had formed around her feet.

Catching her waist, he drew her back against him. “I knew you’d look this beautiful,” he murmured, bending his head to kiss the curve where neck joined shoulder.

A soft sigh escaped her, followed by a shiver as he trailed his fingers up her back.

“I want you naked now,” he said, catching the clasp of her bra.

“I’m already almost there.” She gave him a mock pout and said, “You haven’t even taken off your shirt.”

“Maybe you should take care of that, then.”

She bit her lower lip and he felt a pulse in his cock—he wanted to feel her doing that to him, then have her lave her tongue all over his shaft before taking him in her mouth and going down on him.

There were a million dirty, wicked things he wanted to see her do, that he wanted to dotoher.

And so many of them centered on that mouth.

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.