Page 72 of Hate You Up Close

Pull my hair, baby. Use me.

“That’s what I thought,” I growl, slowly painting open-mouthed kisses back up to her jaw.

I pull back, just far enough to stare at her. Her heated eyes follow my movement as I bring my thumb to her mouth, swiping it back and forth against her lower lip.

“These lips,” I rasp, pressing my forehead to hers. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about these lips,” I add. “Kissing them. Sucking them.”

Fucking them. But I decide to leave that part out for obvious reasons.

“Elliot…” she moans, tightening her grip on my hair.

The sweet sound of her moaning my name has my cockjerking against her core, a sensation I’m more than positive she can feel as well as me.

“Do you like that?” I pant against her lips. “Knowing that I think about this pretty little mouth of yours?” I taunt.

She has no idea how many times I’ve imagined those lips wrapped around my cock with her signature red lipstick on.

“Mmmm,” she nods, her eyes drunk with lust as she breathes against my lips.

“Is that a yes?” I tease, my tongue peaking out to lick a line across her bottom lip.

Another jarring banging noise comes from the elevator walls, threatening to break our moment. Roxanne jerks back, her body shaking as fear begins to fill her gaze.

But I don’t give her a second to retreat back into her shell. I tighten my grip on her hair and crush my lips to hers.

My eyes close and I see…fireworks.

I don’t care how cheesy it sounds, but fucking fireworks erupt when her soft lips press against mine. A kiss has never, and I meannever, felt this magnetic.

My mouth slides against hers in a slow kiss as we explore each other’s lips for the very first time. All of my fears of her pushing me away disappear when she lets out a small whimper, tangling her fingers in my hair and tugging my head impossibly closer to hers.

She’s been craving this just as much as me. Once I’m certain she’s comfortable with this, the kiss turns hungry. We groan against each other’s lips as we let our desire take over.

My tongue licks along the seam of her swollen lips, testing the waters. She angles her head, giving me the permission I need to finally fucking taste her. I grab her hips, pulling her closer as she tightens her legs around my waist. My thick erection presses into her belly, begging for release.

“Jesus, Rox,” I growl against her lips. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

She answers with a needy moan, her lips never leaving mine as she rocks her hips against my length.

“Fuck,” I pant, tugging her bottom lip between my teeth before releasing it with a pop. I lick into her mouth before sucking on her tongue. I bob my head back and forth, feasting on her tongue like a lollipop. She whimpers as I continue my onslaught, shamelessly devouring her.

I pull back and trail my lips down to her neck, taking my time sucking and nibbling on the delicate flesh.

“Elliot,” she moans, driving me fucking wild as she arches her back. Her body presses into mine, not leaving a centimeter of space between us. I can feel the heat of her skin through our clothes, tempting me to get her naked right here in this fucking elevator.

When I come up for air, I find Roxanne staring back at me through hooded lashes and lust-filled eyes. Instead of her eyes shining like bright emeralds, they look like a dark forest with hints of light peeking through the trees. It’s so fucking sexy.

Her dark hair is wild from my roaming hands, falling in waves around her shoulders like an onyx curtain. Her lips are red and swollen from mine, looking so damn kissable. Her cute little freckles are more prominent this close up. It’s one of my favorite things about her. I could spend forever counting them. And when I’m done, I’ll move on to counting her eyelashes. Every single last one.

She’s the mural that I never want to stop looking at. She’s the whole fucking museum, and I’m on my knees, begging to be worthy enough to sit before her presence.

I cradle her face between my palms and brush my thumbs along her cheeks, completely mesmerized by how perfect she is.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” I croak, my eyes flickering between hers.

I don’t have a second to breathe before her lips are on me, but this time, it’s her mouth slamming down to meet mine. She parts my lips with her tongue and licks into my mouth, drawing a deep groan from me.

I fist my fingers in her hair, angling her head to deepen the kiss as her needy tongue rubs against mine. She owns all of me in this moment. Her touch, her scent, her taste, her sexy little moans…All of it. She fucking owns me in a way that I know is going to wreck me.