Page 79 of Hate to Crave You

“Let me bring you back,” he told her. And he started all over again, kissing her nape, catching one nipple, then the other between his lips.

It didn’t take long for reaction to settle in, then she was writhing against him as he settled his hips between her thighs. The wet, waiting folds of her pussy caressed him as she rocked against him and he swore, clenching his teeth against the urge to come right then and there.

Reaching between them, he grabbed his cock and aimed, head poised at the heart of her.

“Now, Roman,” she demanded.

He wasn’t about to argue. With a thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside her. She cried out, twining her legs around his hips, hooking her ankles together behind his ass. He withdrew slightly, then sank back inside, shuddering at the feel of her.

She tightened her ankles, dragging him back inside her and arching up to grind against him as if she just couldn’t get enough.

He understood how she felt.

He’d never get enough of her.

“Julianna,” he muttered, seeking her mouth out.

They moved together, him riding her as she arched up under him, each moving toward the next orgasm. Hands slicked against sweat-dampened flesh and into wide, searching eyes.

Roman gritted his teeth as he felt the climax edging closer. She wasn’t there yet—

Then she was, her fingers sinking into the muscles of his back as her head fell back and she thrust it into the mattress, chanting out his name.

“Roman!”

He caught her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss and stopped fighting.

They came together, him on the heels of her and when it ended, he collapsed on the bed, slumping down so that his head lay pillowed between her breasts.

A laugh snorted out of him a minute later when she said in a drowsy voice, “I guess that was better than a game of strip charades.”