Page 15 of Hate On

“That’s the idea.” She gave him a sloe-eyed look of want.

He bit back a snort of laughter and fought impulse to do just that—fuckher, hard and rough and once she was limp with exhaustion, he’d do it all over again, but slower.

Except he didn’t want a quick hard fuck with her.

He wanted to know what made her moan, what made her sigh.

Like when he trailed his fingers up her spine, she shivered.

Turning her around, he had her face the windows. The glass was privacy treated so even if somebody were to look, they’d never see anything. However, they could see out and the sense that somebodymightsee was a titillating one. “Slow down a little, Julianna,” he said. “Enjoy…”

He cupped her breasts and a hitched sigh escaped her throat.

She slid her hands back, clasping his hips and he couldn’t stop the involuntarily roll that had his cock pumping against her ass.

It made her shudder and he reached down, pressing one hand flat against her belly to hold her still as he did it again and again.

Sweat broke out on his forehead and he thought briefly, he could have come right there, just riding her sweet ass like that.

But that wasn’t how he wanted the night to go.

“Come to bed with me,” he murmured in her ear.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

She’d slid onto the bed while he ducked into his bathroom to grab a box of rubbers.

When he came out, he almost stumbled because the sight of her spread out on his bed with the comforter of white and a mound of pillows under her upper body was just about the sexiest fucking thing he’d ever seen in his life.

He tossed the box of condoms onto the foot of the bed and braced one knee by her ankle, drawing her leg out flat. He climbed up her body then, pressing kisses to her knee, her inner thigh, the soft circle of her navel, then, finally, he buried his face in the valley of her breasts. The scent of her body was indeed stronger there and he groaned as he sucked in a deep breath, filling his head with it.

“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.