Page 36 of Hate On

He almost did tell her something—he almost corrected her mistaken belief that he’d made up the story about them spending time together in the hospital. But in the end, he just gestured to the building. She turned on her heel and strode inside.

He followed after her, but when she stopped at the main elevator bank, he caught her arm and tugged her along after him. “I have a private elevator.” He guided her to it, punching in his code and as he waited for it to arrive, he wondered if maybe he should have just told her to leave.

But she slid a look his way, her eyes dropping to linger on his mouth.

The doors to the elevator slid open and they stepped inside.

She brushed past him and he caught the scent of her skin.

He’d had the scent on his sheets up until his housekeeper washed them yesterday and it had driven him slightly mad.

Anger still burned inside him and abruptly, he turned on her. Simultaneously, he reached out and pushed thestopbutton on the elevator. Her eyes swept to his just as he caught her arms and pulled her to him. “Come here,” he demanded.

Her eyes widened at the starkness of his tone, but she acquiesced. Her mouth was soft under his as he brought his lips down on hers and he ignored the weak moan that escaped her when he drove his tongue deep. He didn’t want soft and sweet right now.

Her hands curled into the lapels of his coat and he caught her wrists, wrenched them away and pinned them together in one hand, pressing them to the wall overhead.

“Roman,” she whispered.

“Be quiet.” He kissed a stinging line down her throat to the vee neck of her sweater, irritated when the neckline barred him from tasting more of her flesh. He shoved his hand under the hem and pushed it up, baring her breasts. “I’m going to taste your tits.”

“We’re in the elevator.”

“Already told you,” he said, freeing the front clasp of her bra. “It’s a private elevator.” Then he slanted a dark look up at her. “Unless you want to leave.”

Her lashes fluttered, then she sagged back against the wall. Taking it as submission, he lowered his head. With his free hand, he cupped one breast in his hand, lifting it high for his mouth. He tasted her with teeth and tongue and she was soon arching against him, her spine a long, slim bow. She tugged against his restraining hands.

“I want to touch you,” she pleaded.

He didn’t respond as he reached down with his free hand to draw the long denim skirt she wore up. But there were too many clothes between them, the layers an irritation and he finally did release her hands, straightening to reach for the button of the skirt. It fell to her ankles, revealing her to be wearing a skimpy pair of pale ivory panties and chocolate brown boots that went well over her knees.

He grabbed the panties, fisting his hands in the silky strings that stretched over her hips and he tore, renting the material and letting it fall to the floor of the elevator.

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.