“You need a minute so you can overthink this.” Fuck it, I couldn’t do patient. I lifted her and plunked her ass down on the desktop with a thud. I snaked a hand behind her to grab a handful of hair, yanking her head back so she had no choice but to look up into my eyes. Hers were startled and wild.
“I told you,” I said, “I don’t do halfway and I don’t waste time. You want to be bad, let me show you how it’s done.”
I slammed my mouth on hers, cutting off the noise of surprise she made. I didn’t ask for permission, I took. I possessed.
She fucking submitted.
When I’d sat her on my desk, I’d stood between her legs, and now they clamped around my hips. The rest of her seemed desperate to get close, too. Her breasts flattened against my chest and her hands tunneled in my hair, encasing me. She had no problem responding to the PG-13 stuff. My tongue filled her soft mouth, dominating.
When she grew greedy, I shoved her down until she was flat on her back. The whites of her eyes were enormous a split second after I pushed her full breasts together and squeezed roughly. My thrust slammed my throbbing cock against her body, insinuating what was going to happen.
“I like this shirt.” I buried my face in her tits. I tugged both the shirt and the cup of her bra away, and latched onto her flesh. My tongue swirled, seeking the hardened nub of flesh, and once I had it, I bit down.
“Oh . . .”
It was impossible to tell what type of sound she made. Pleasure? Pain? Either one would work right now. I hadn’t bitten hard. “You like it?” No answer. “Tell me.” I did it again, pulling the flesh between my teeth and fluttering my tongue over it.
“Yes, yes . . .” Her back bowed off the desk.
I pushed up on my hands and stared down at the girl beneath me, her nipple just peeking out from where I’d pushed the shirt aside. “I want you topless, now.”
The hesitation was in her eyes. “Joseph, I don’t want to stop,” she said quietly, “but can we slow down?”
I considered her statement. “Why?”
Her gaze shifted away. “I barely know you.”
The top was adjusted to cover herself and I pulled her back up to sitting, then cradled her head in my hands. “You don’t have to know me to enjoy this.”
Her hands settled on my shoulders. “But what if that’s the way I like it?”
Lust still flooded in my bloodstream and my thoughts were cloudy. I lived detached to avoid distractions, so telling her personal shit wasn’t appealing. But the fact was, I wanted to slide my cock eight inches deep into this distraction so bad I could fucking taste it. “It’s better this way. The less you know, the less of me you can regret.”
Her expression went south. “I don’t know if I can be what you’re used to.”
I laughed softly. “Don’t worry about that. Just do what you want.”
“And what if what I want is to go slow?”
Shit, trapped in my own words. Every moment she remained on the desk, the further away she felt. Her shoulders pulled inward, as she shut down.
“Noemi.” I kissed her slowly. “If you want to stop, tell me. But if what we’ve done is already too much, this isn’t going to happen.”
I watched the different emotions play out on her face. Anxiety, disappointment. Remorse.
“I shouldn’t have come,” she whispered.
Un-fucking-believable.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, interrupting an asshole comment from sliding past my lips. I dug the phone out and glanced at the screen. “Fuck.”
“You swear too much,” she muttered under her breath.
I ignored the comment. The text message was from Payton.
There wasn’t any other option. “I have to leave. There’s a problem at another one of my clubs.” My emotions were all over the place. Annoyance that she was turning me down again, after claiming she wanted me, and concern about Payton’s message. My dick was aching for Noemi, but once again, there’d be no satisfaction. “I guess we’re done here.”
“I’m sorry,” she said, sliding off the desk. “Can I see you again?”