He felt her jaw fall open. She really was going to do it. He hovered a moment, contemplating putting himself between her lips, feeling the hot suck of her mouth for the first time. But that was what she expected him to do. He knelt, feeling for the hem of her skirt in the dark. Once he touched the soft leather, he rolled it up her legs.
Nicole jerked in the chair. “What are you doing?”
He could smell her now, hot and tangy. His mouth watered and he shoved her skirt higher, forcing it up her thighs. “What I feel like doing.”
She jerked again, kicking her legs. “No!”
He paused. “You don’t like head?”
“No! I mean, yes. Sometimes. But I haven’t had a shower today and—”
He’d heard enough. He reached up her thighs and hooked his thumbs into her underwear and tugged. God, he’d been thinking about doing this for fucking ever…
She squirmed in her chair. “Please, Noah, I’m all sweaty from the skirt. It’s too gross.”
The word sparked actual anger in him. Gross? What about her tight, silk-skinned pussy was gross? And even if it was sweaty, who gave a flying fuck? Sweat was salt and this was sex. It wasn’t always pretty and it didn’t fucking matter. He leaned back, trying to find her gaze in the dark. “How about you shut up and let me eat your gorgeous pussy, Nicole? How about that?”
A short, heated silence.
“Fine. Just do it then.”
He could hear her promising herself she wouldn’t like it. Wouldn’t come. He’d fucking see about that. He spread her legs, and seeing all that silky skin, couldn’t help rubbing his face along her thigh. His stubble rasped against her and she gasped softly. Following her lead, he rubbed her again.
She made more delicious noises. “You said you were going to go down on me…”
He grinned to himself and gently bit her thigh. She wanted to play, she could wait a little longer. He continued his game, kissing and licking her thighs, getting closer and closer to the heat of her cunt.
After a few seconds Nicole was panting, shifting in the chair. “Noah?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Sleep with me. Right now.”
“No condom.”
“I don’t care.”
There was an edge in her voice. He could feel recklessness pulsating out of her, the need to make some big fucking mistake. He’d been an idiot to push her. She’d come in dressed like a BDSM pornstar and he hadn’t seen that she was out for blood. The appeal of being the one to take her in this state, fuck her raw and make her come was undeniable, but he wasn’t that big an asshole. “No.”
He bent his head, intending to give her what she needed, but she squirmed away. “I mean it…fuck me.”
The curse came out strained, unnatural. She was trying to be something she wasn’t again, some girl who could have casual sex and not feel anything. Noah’s gut tightened. Was this because of Daniella? Or because he’d left last night without making sure she was okay? “Nikki…”
“Don’t! Don’t call me that. Just…fuck me. Do it, please? If we don’t do it now, we’ll never do it again.”
She meant it. Her words had that hard ring of truth. She was bound, but she was issuing ultimatums like a queen on her throne. He hesitated, not knowing what to do.
A loud knock almost startled him out of his skin.
“Nix?” Sam called, and the warmth of her tone said she had no idea what was going on.
Nicole stared at him, her eyes wide and panicky. “Yeah?”
“Is Noah in there?”
Logically, he knew that if Sam was aware of what was going on, she’d have kicked the door down like Terminator. Holding that in his mind, he stood, quietly tucking away his cock. “What’s up?”
“Jonah, your next guy’s here.”