Page 279 of Phobia
“I said you had fifteen minutes. You used them.” Staring him down, I make it clear that nothing good will come from stopping me from devouring the woman in front of me.
“Dom… mate…” He pauses, gesturing to Naomi. “What we need to discuss is more important thanthat.”
The air turns rigid with the tension coming from Naomi. He disrespected her, and for some reason, I felt the insult as sharply as she did. Turning to her, I block her in, preventing her escape. It’s clear she wants to run—that Connor is giving her a way out, but she isn’t going to get the chance to take it.
Raising my right hand, I run my thumb over her soft bottom lip before turning back to face Connor. “It sounds like you’re trying to tell me how I should usemytime.”
“No-”
“Idecide what’s import-”
A gentle nip at my thumb steals my words and has my head spinning to Naomi. Pinned against the wall, her teeth and tongue caressing the tip, she looks like a fucking goddess.
Whatever it is that makes her put up her barrier has gone. She’s craving my touch as much as I am hers, and the lust in her eyes and the flush of her skin have me pressing my engorged cock into her stomach.
“Fuck off, Connor,” I order, never taking my eyes off Naomi’s.
Connor tuts, his feet heavy as he steps away, knowing better than to piss me off more than he already has.
My body pulses with heat, but there’s no rage, only desire for the woman whose heaving chest matches the pounding of my heart.
I’m going to explore every inch of her. Just not here.
Reaching for her hand, I pull her away from the wall and along the corridor towards the stairs that lead to my office. Reluctantly releasing her, I take my key to the lock, shoving the door open before slamming it behind us. Naomi spins as she turns to face me, a flicker of fear dancing across her beautiful face.
I’d love to dig deeper and find the cause, but it’ll have to wait because those green eyes, still full of lust, are staring at the erection I have no intention of hiding.
The spell breaks.
“Fine,” Naomi snaps, “take your kiss, and then I’ll go back to dancing with my cousin.”
No can do, Naomi. This kiss is a debt, but what follows will be for mutual pleasure. No matter how much she wants to fight the inferno blazing between us, she can’t.
I won’t let her.
I prowl towards her, holding her eyes captive as she steps away, and in just three strides, I have her trapped against my desk. Torn between easing her in, torturing us both with a slow kiss, or just claiming her mouth, I lean down and caress her neck.
Naomi’s gentle gasp has me baring my teeth and sinking them into her soft skin, and she rewards me with a deep moan that makes me lose all restraint.
One hand in her hair, the other digging into her tiny waist, I hold her in place and move in, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth before planting mine firmly against hers. Her mouth opens immediately, her tongue welcoming mine as we fall into a rhythm that has Naomi spreading her legs and pulling me flush against her.
Fuck!When she lets go, she’s incredible. Insatiable.
Tilting her backwards, so she’s lying on my desk, her dress rises to reveal black lace, and it’s my undoing. Filing the space between her legs, I press my cock against her. She tilts her pelvis on instinct, searching for friction.
I lean down in search of her lips, but she takes control, sucking my bottom lip into her sweet mouth and biting down.
I could come like this.
Pulling back, I create some distance and palm her breasts. “I want to ruin you, Naomi.”
“Is that so?” she frowns.
“Yes…” I make my point by rubbing circles over her lace-covered clit, her hips following the pattern. “I’m going to give you one night of pure ecstasy, and no man will ever fill the void I’ll leave you in.”
She shuffles closer to me, increasing the pressure. “No man?”
I shake my head in response.
