“Don’t talk to me about your old man.”
She felt a thrill of genuine fear. He was angry, but that was good. She was finally getting to him after all these weeks of being gotten to. “He’s my dad, I can talk about him if I want to. What’s your problem anyway? First Kelly, now Daniella. Is it that hard for you to find women to sleep with outside the studio?”
He leaned down, eyes bright with something she couldn’t define. Not anger. Not irritation. “You jealous, Nikki?”
“No!”
There was a beat. Noah’s lips curled into a smile and Nicole yanked on his hand like it was a church bell. “I’m not! You’re just selfish and confusing!”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes! You say we can’t sleep together, then you make me touch your cock. You ignore me all morning, then you ask me to lunch. You act like you’re so dangerous to be with then you hit on some barely legal—”
Noah’s hands clasped her waist, lifting her into the air like she was nothing. She screamed, more out of shock than anything. “What are you—”
He clapped a warm hand to her mouth. “You’ll see.”
Noah had crossed the floor in one massive stride and laid her on his leather tattooing chair. Leather that was still warm from Daniella’s body. Offended, she tried to get up, and he pressed a big arm across her chest and shoulders.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She gripped his arm and pulled but he was like graffiti-covered concrete. “Let me go!”
“I don’t think I will. You’ve got a problem, Nikki.”
“Yeah, you!” She struggled against his hold, but even as she moved, she knew she’d be disappointed if he let go. He didn’t. His forearm bore down, pinning her to the chair. “You’re all shook up. Vibrating. You’re stressed and it’s making you act like a bitch.”
“Howdareyou—”
“Sammy called you a bitch. Right after she took your phone and laptop. You’re driving her and Tabby spare. You’re manic. You can’t sleep or sit still. No one knows what to do with you.”
Her heart was pounding, a dry, sweet prickle in her mouth. “Do you?”
It came out softer than she wanted, more of a plea than a challenge.
Noah’s eyes were bright with that sharp, unknowable energy that split her open when they first met. “Yeah.”
“No you don’t. You’re lying.”
His expression turned hard and ugly as a stone gargoyle. “We’ll fucking see.”
He ran his hand along her stomach and into the hem of her shorts. She whimpered. She knew she should be fighting, but her body was soft as wet sugar.
He shoved his hand down her shorts and into her cotton underwear, not toying, not playing. His fingers cupped her…there, sliding through the disgusting slipperiness she hadn’t known she had.
“Nice,” he muttered. “Now hold still.”
And a finger, an impossibly thick finger slid deep, pushing her sensitive walls apart. Sensation blasted through her like the music in a horror film. Nicole screamed and jolted upright. “Noah! Please?”
“Fuckin’ relax.” He pushed her back onto the chair. “You’ll get it. This won’t take long. You’re so fuckin’ on edge.”
He pulsed inside her and his fingers made the most embarrassing slippery noises. Nicole screamed, this time because it felt so humiliatinglygood. She didn’t want to be seen like this, to be touched like this by a man who just thought she needed relief and was going on a date with a pretty twenty-two-year-old.
“I told you to relax.” Noah’s fingers slipped out of her and he tugged, circled around andtuggedon her clit. “Relax and pay attention.”
She shrieked as pleasure sizzled through her. “Noah!”
“Yeah, that’s it.” His fingers slipped down again, pumping into her cunt. Nicole screamed a third time, this time because she was scared she’d wake up alone in her bed with her pillow between her knees.
“Concentrate,” Noah snarled. “Feel me fucking your tight little pussy. You like that, don’t you? You like getting fucked?”