Page 52 of His Cruel Billionaire Scorecard

Roman swore again and dragged down the rest of the gown, freeing her; he ran possessive hands down her smooth legs.

“Roman....”

Her plea for him was unheeded as he trailed his fingers over her belly, settling above the lace; goosebumps spread over her skin in awareness, the cold air in the room heightening her awareness of him.

He wanted her–ruthlessly and quickly.

Acting now would offset this mad lust that seethed inside him, this raging storm. But he needed to be slow, for both their sakes.

“I want to see you writhing naked beneath me.”

He palmed her back, lifting her gently to unclasp her lace bra.

Pink, button-hard nipples greeted him.

Warning himself not to rush, the pad of his thumbs squeezed her gently in slow, circling motions.

“Exquisite.”

“I know,” she felt exquisite.

Quickly, he nudged his pants away.

“I want to do a million things to you, Olivia.”

His hands cupped, squeezed, molded gently, and Olivia felt each one and convulsed under his touch.

She tugged at his shirt as his teeth nipped into her skin, electrifying her just short of pain.

Frantically, she clawed, finally getting his shirt off, and found his undershirt. She swore at the barrier, tugging it off.

“I need you. On me. Inside me. Now.”

He laughed a little, a growl that untangled her inside.

She pressed him close; his muscles strained and clenched against her, and his lips trailed over her body.

“Olivia….”

Her curious hands found his weak spot; she tugged and fondled.

His oath was sharp.

“My socks,” he gasped, prying them off.

Even still, she held onto him, unwilling to let go.

He watched her eyes go from raging calm to pure, unbridled lust. He wanted more, her screaming his name like nothing else mattered.

He yanked her lace panties; the sound of ripping material filled the room, and her gasp was of alarm and pleasure.

He pulled her legs up and used his mouth.

Rolling waves of pleasure tumbled over her; she cried his name and dug her nails into his back, unwilling to let go.

There was only her. The taste of her, the scent of her, the feel of her.

In one wild motion, he pulled her legs down, his fingers digging into her, breathless.

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