by Sienna Blake
Julianna’s red lips pulled up into a smirk. “Why can’t it be both?”
Jesus, fuck. I felt my cock surge with blood and I swallowed back a groan. I wasn’t finished. “Tell Julianna that she’s the most stunning creature I have ever seen.”
“What the fuck?” the guy stuttered against the bar.
“Ever?” Julianna asked, an amused eyebrow raised.
“Ever.” And I fucking meant it. She was captivating. Intoxicating. A lioness among sheep. This wasn’t a woman who’d fall at my feet and gaze adoringly up at me. She’d demand to stand beside me. She’d demand to be pleased. She’d deserve to be pleased.
I had to have her. Here. Now. Anywhere. I’d take her here on the fucking bar if she’d let me.
I nodded down at the single annoying thing standing between her and me; the asshole she’d thoroughly put in his place. “Maybe you should let him go. Before you break something. We both know it’s really me you want to get your hands on.”
Julianna snatched her hands off him. He stumbled back off the bar, rubbing his shoulder and his wrist.
“Get out of here,” she told him, her eyes still pinned on me.
“You two are fucked up,” he muttered before he hurried into the crowd.
We both eased closer as if out of instinct, our eyes eating each other up. My cock was hard as a stone, painful against my jeans, and I didn’t give a shit who noticed.
“You’re very sure of yourself,” she said.
“Doesn’t mean I’m not right.” I took the final step towards her, filling up the space between us. In heels, she came up to my eye-line. I could smell her perfume of pears and musk, an intoxicating combination. Sweet yet fierce. Like she was.
“Do you think we made our point?” she asked. “To him, I mean.
“I think you put the fear of God into him.”
“Are you kidding? I just disarmed him. He was pissing his pants when he saw your face up close.”
“Well,” I folded my arms, knowing that it showed off my biceps. Look at me, like a fucking peacock preening myself in front of her. “I am pretty scary.”
She smirked and copied my stance, folding her arms over her chest, making her breasts push in and up. Jesus, I could fall into those fucking breasts.
Eyes up, Roman. She’s a fucking lady. It took all my willpower not to follow those curves down farther. I tore my eyes away and looked up. Even under the dim light, I could see her cheeks were flushed.
“Maybe you’re scary to some people,” she said, her voice low and teasing.
I grinned. The lioness wasn’t scared of me. Interesting. I leaned in closer like I was about to tell her a secret. “Maybe, I should scare you.”
She stepped right up to me and lifted her chin as if to make a point. “If you want me to run away in fear, you’re going to have to do a better job than that.”
I lowered my face so close we were breathing in the same air. She had peppermint on her breath, and I noticed the gold flecks in her amber-colored eyes before they dilated into large black holes I was falling into. Everything about her was drawing me in, closer, closer. “Maybe, I want to watch you run.”
“Maybe, I want you to chase me.”
My hands found her tiny waist. I pulled her against me, our bodies pressing together, her breasts so wonderfully soft against my chest I could have cried, my hard erection nestled against her belly. My body vibrated with need. Her. I needed her. I knew she could feel what she was doing to me. Her mouth parted as she sucked in a breath. Those fucking lips, so plump and inviting, so pink and juicy. I needed those lips.
I closed my mouth on hers before I knew what I was doing. She was soft, so fucking soft, as I sucked on her bottom lip. She tasted like strawberries, her lip balm perhaps, and mint. I licked at the seam of her lips, desperately trying to get inside her. More. I wanted more of her. All of her. Give me what I want.
She parted her mouth for me. My tongue found hers and suddenly we were all groans and hands, exploring, wild. I think I may have lost my mind right then and there. My hands roamed over the curve of her back, demanding, tugging her closer. I couldn’t get her close enough. She arched into me, melding to me, her arms around my neck, her breasts pressing against my chest, making my body burn like she was on fire.
My hotel was only a few blocks from here. It housed a very comfortable, very large bed that she would look incredible in. Naked. So very fucking naked. Not that we’d make it much past the door, or the wall or the floor. I grinned against her mouth.
She tugged back. With regret, I released her lips from mine, but I kept my hands flattened around her back, keeping her flush with my body. The world rushed back into my head. Suddenly I missed the emptiness she’d closed around me when I had my mouth on hers. It’d been the closest thing I’d felt to peace in…years. Maybe ever.
She better have a good reason for stopping this kiss.
“Let’s get out of here,” she whispered, her words vibrating against my lips, her arms still around my neck.
Damn good reason.
I groaned into her mouth as a response. “Isn’t that my line?”
“If you want, I can take it back so you get to say it.”
“No, no. It’s fine. I’m an equal opportunities man.”
She bit her bottom lip with her teeth and the sight of it shot a flare of lust straight to my cock. “So?”
I swallowed. Fuck. I was leaving tomorrow…
What the fuck is wrong with you Roman? Just say yes!
“Roman?” Her tongue flicked out and licked the center of my top lip. It sent a direct line of electricity to my cock, making the aching almost unbearable. There were all sorts of ways she could put that tongue to use.
Focus, Roman, focus.
I gently pushed her out of reach of my mouth. “You’re going to have to stop that if I’m going to think clearly.”
“Oh.” She frowned. “You have a girlfriend?”
“No.”
“Wife?”
“Fuck, no.”
She let out a sigh. “Then you really shouldn’t have to think this hard. You either want to or not.” She tried to pull away.
I pinned her to the bar with my body to stop her from leaving.
Why was I being such a limp dick? Why was I hesitating on taking this gorgeous woman home and doing all the dirty things I wanted to with her. I never fucking hesitated.
Because I was leaving tomorrow. Usually, I wouldn’t care about setting expectations, but I wanted to be straight up with her. I was hesitating because it already felt like more than just a night club hookup. Because we shared something earlier today. Fuck, we were sharing something now, even if it was as simple as lust at first sight. It already felt like more. I already knew I would think of her on the plane on the way to London. I’d remember her name—I never remembered names. I’d recall the way she smelled, and the taste of her and all those little details. She needed to know this.
“I think…that maybe there’s something I need to tell you before we continue.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Sounds serious. Should I sit down?” she asked with a light note in her voice.
“I don’t live here. I live in London. I came home for a funeral. I’m flying out tomorrow night, so…”
Her shoulders sank a little. Her disappointment tasted almost as strong as mine. “We would only have tonight,” she finished for me.
I let out a breath. “And now you have all the facts …” Well, not all the facts.
I studied her face for a reaction, feeling like my heart was on a knife’s edge. Why did I care so much how she would react? She tilted her head, watching me as she chewed on her lip.
“What are you thinking?” I blurted out. “You can tell me.”
She released her lip along with a breath. “I’m not sure, with you, if a night would be enough…”
I groaned and tucked her into my arms. Her hair smelled like the vanilla cookies my mother used to bake. “I know what you me
an.”
“What time do you leave Verona?” Her voice vibrated against my chest.
“Ten p.m. tomorrow night.”
“Which gives us less than twenty-four hours to try to make it…enough.”
I pulled back and looked at her. Her eyes were shiny with fear and exhilaration. “Really?” I asked. “Would one night be enough?”
She swallowed. “I don’t know. I just know I want…you.”
She wanted me. Not my surname. Not my money. Not my reputation, or my family’s power. Not for a walk on the wild side, or a chance to brag that she’d fucked a Tyrell.
Just…me.
I slid my fingers into hers. Electricity ran up my arm and into my body, kicking my heart into a racing pace. “Let’s get out of here.”
8
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Julianna
“My hotel’s only a minute away,” Roman said, as we walked the quiet streets, lit by watery streetlights. His shoulder brushed against mine again, and another rush of heat flooded through me.
“That’s what you said five minutes ago,” I said. I glanced over to him, eager to discreetly study his stunning lines again. He was already staring at me, a sexy half-smirk on his beautiful lips. He half-stepped, half-turned towards me, and I bumped into him. In the dimness between streetlights, he grabbed my face in his hands and swooped his lips onto mine. Ignoring the passerbys, we kissed, hungry and desperate, hands and tongues, bodies pressing into each other as my insides burned and my core ached. Everything was spinning. I didn’t even have a single drink. What the hell was happening to me?
He groaned as I pushed him away, my body screaming at me to find his mouth again, the other part screaming at me to hurry up to his hotel room so I could put his mouth to work on other needier parts of me. “At this rate, we won’t get to your hotel room,” I complained half-heartedly. I wasn’t kidding.
“Whose fault is that?” he said, his hands still roaming my body, threatening to tip me over into a full-blown distraction.
“Yours. Stop kissing me like that—”
“Stop being so kissable.”
“—and touching me like that.”
“Stop being so sexy.”
Damn him and his perfect comebacks. “It’s taken us almost twenty minutes to get three stupid blocks.”
He looked down at me, his top lip pulled up in a half-smirk so adorable I almost lunged for him again. “I have a solution.”
“You do?”
He picked me up around the waist and hoisted me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing. My world tipped upside down. Air flitted up my skirt. I let out a scream. “Put me down. My ass is showing.”
“Holy sweet Jesus.”
“What?”
“It’s a sensational ass.” He pressed his palm across the area where the backs of my thighs met my ass. The warmth of his hand sent tingles all through the insides of me. “What are you doing?” I gasped.
“Trying to preserve your modesty.”
“What?”
“I’m holding your skirt down. No one is allowed to look at this magnificent ass except me.”
“Take your hand off me.”
He grunted. “Okay then. It’s your fault if I have to kill someone for staring.”
He released me. The wind took this opportunity to blow up my legs. I felt my skirt lift and cold air on my ass. I let out a yelp.
He let out a groan. “You’re wearing red lacy underwear?” His voice came out tight, almost pained. “Please tell me the bra matches.”
The wind was obviously on his side because it blew my skirt up again. “Ok, ok. Put your hand back.”
“I’m confused. Did you want my hand on your ass or—”
“Put your damn hand back.”
He chuckled. The low vibration went right through me. “My pleasure.”
This time his hand pressed right on my ass, his large palm feeling like it was encasing both cheeks. I knew he had shifted his hand higher on purpose. I felt the tips of his fingers dig in a little, like a cat testing its claws. Holy shit. My core had turned into one of those globes filled with electricity you see in magic shops, and the sparks were following his hands.
He began to walk, my body swaying gently in time with his gait. From this angle, I had a wonderful view of his ass. Dear God, it was a glorious ass, round and firm and so slappable. I let my body relax over him in submission as he carried me like a conquest to his hotel. Even the feminist in me shut the hell up.
“You have no idea what I’m going to do to this ass when I get you alone,” he said.
“Why don’t you tell me?” I replied in a voice I barely recognized. All the blood was rushing to my head, making me dizzy.
“I’m going to bend you over, peel your underwear off.” He paused. “Peel it off,” he repeated. “I’ll be lucky not to hurt you when I tear them off.” He almost sounded pissed off, like it was my fault for how he was feeling. Like my lacy red underwear offended him. “I’ll be gentle first, lull you into a false sense of security; I’ll knead these gorgeous globes, kiss them, lick them, give them a love bite or two…”
I gulped.
“Then when you least expect it…” A crack sounded and a flare of pain spread across my left ass cheek. Then warm pleasure flooded through me replacing the pain. I let out a low moan. “I’ll slap both cheeks ’til they’re red and hot, and your pussy is swollen and dripping.”
I shivered as the images he promised me assaulted my mind. “And then?” I begged, the desperation clear in my voice.
I could almost feel him grinning.
“Then I’m going to part your cheeks and bury my face into your wet folds. I’m going to lick along your crease, spreading your juices until you’re wet from front to back.
The blood had stopped rushing to my head. It was all going to my core now, that whole area swelling, filling with blood, throbbing like a second heartbeat. I stifled a moan as he walked into the hotel lobby, ignoring the surprised greeting of the doorman. The sudden change of light and the image of his tongue between my legs blinded me. He walked past the late-night hotel staff on reception. I was grateful my face was hidden by my hair.
“Jesus,” he muttered. “I can smell how much you want me and I haven’t even touched you. You smell so fucking sweet. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Dear God. Could these hotel staff smell my lust too? Could they hear him? My cheeks burned with heat. Which only added to the internal fire.
He rode up in the elevator with me still over his shoulder. He only put me down once we arrived in front of what I suspected was his hotel suite. Right on the top floor. My head spun and not just because the blood in my body was trying to re-figure out which way was up.
He held me up against the door with his arms on either side of me, preventing me from falling over. “Once we get in there, you’re mine.”
I licked my lips and stared into his hooded eyes, burning like black fire. “What does that mean?”
“That means, whatever I want, you’re giving me. Is that clear?”
“Whatever you want?” I squeaked out.
“I can see you, Julianna. You like to control every aspect of your life. It will be hard for you to give it up. You’ll fight me. That’s okay, I like a little fight. But fight me knowing that I will win.”
Through my fog of desire rose the first sign of hesitation. A realization that if I said yes, I would be giving in to a man, a fully matured man, powerful and aggressive. He was nothing like the boys I dallied with before. I was in way over my head.
There was a part of me that sensed the darkness that lay within the depths of this beautiful creature. Run! a voice inside me screamed before it was lost in a wave of heat as he parted my legs with his knee and pressed his thigh against my sensitive core. With his hands on my hips, he ground me onto him. “I could make it so, so good for you. Only if you just…give in to me.” He had to stop that, what he was doing with his thigh, with his hips against me. I could feel
the length of his hardness between us. I ached for it to be inside me. “This is your last chance to say no.”
I grabbed his shirt, crushing it in my hands, rocking myself against his thigh, in complete awe of this wild woman he had turned me into. “No fucking chance.”
His face split into that gorgeous grin. He lunged for me.
We poured into that hotel suite, door banging against the wall behind me, his hands going up the hem of my skirt and gripping my ass, pulling me up onto him, my legs hooking around his waist, his hard length against my belly. I was near insane, tugging at his shirt and his belt. I barely noticed the suite as we ricocheted off walls and furniture, a single beast of tongues and hands, all the way to the large bedroom, pouring our groans into each other’s mouths. Somewhere along the way my heels had been kicked off.
At the foot of the bed, he placed me down on the plush carpet. He tore his mouth off me and placed his forehead on mine, our chests heaving in and out, begging for the air that we’d stolen from each other. It was the calm before the storm. A pause. A moment. We both needed it.
He spun me around. With one hand flat on my back, bent me over to kneel on the bed, like he promised. The gush of wetness added to my already soaking underwear. His hands pushed the hem of my dress up over my hips, cold air swirling around my bare legs. His hands traced the small of my back, over my curves and down my thighs.
“Red. Lacy. Like,” he muttered. He’d become incoherent.
I looked back at him over one shoulder. He was staring at my ass up in the air for him. I felt so dirty and vulnerable in this position. I’d never let myself be this vulnerable in front of any man. I shouldn’t like it. But I did. I fucking did. “Are you trying to say that you like my panties?”
He looked up and caught my eye. “I fucking love them. And I’m really, really sorry.” Before I could ask why, he ripped my underwear right off me, the room filling with the noise of tearing lace and the sound of my gasp.
Oh. Right. He had warned me earlier he was going to do that.
Cool air rushed across my wet exposed sex, making it tingle. I heard him groan. It sounded so close to my naked lips. I should feel degraded having a stranger’s face practically in my pussy. But the way he was looking at me, a mixture of lust and awe, I felt powerful. I felt sexy.
