He made an agitated sound. “I don’t care. Can I come in? Before your neighbors call the police?”
He heard the lock turn and there she was, his sugar-vanilla girl, dressed in a cat shirt and pajama bottoms. She looked defensive, her arms clutched at her waist.
“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” he said. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?”
“You didn’t hurt me.”
“But you left so quick. Why did you run away?” Her pretty blonde hair was still wet from a shower. He liked her better this way, in her natural look. She still had the faintest shadow of dark lips. He wanted to kiss them. He almost did before he remembered himself.
“I’m sorry,” he said instead. “I don’t know how to be like Liam. I don’t know how to be a good guy, for you to like, but I like you, Petra. I’m sorry Liam had to take you home. I would have taken you home.”
She closed her eyes and hugged herself tighter. “Oh, Rubio. I just had to get out of there.”
“If you stayed, I would have taken care of you. Aftercare, is called. I know you don’t know anything about BDSM, by the way.”
She opened her mouth to protest but he stopped her. “Please, don’t lie to me anymore. Is okay. It was your first time to do it, yes?”
“If you knew I was lying, why didn’t you say something?”
“Why? Because...” Because I wanted you. Because the temptation was too hard to resist. “Because I didn’t know at first. Only after, I realized, but then it was too late. I wanted to show you. I wanted...”
She pulled him inside and shut the door. “You wanted to embarrass me,” she said. “Admit it. You wanted to show me that you can control me and make me want you.”
“Maybe. A little,” he admitted. He raised his eyebrows. “Did you want me?”
“No, I didn’t, and I don’t. I don’t want you,” she snapped, turning away. “And I don’t want you to make me want you when I don’t want to want you. I don’t want you tempting me to want you just because you can, when I’ve already said I don’t want you.”
He held up a hand. “Please, slow down. My English is not so good.”
“I don’t want this,” she cried, backing away as he advanced on her. “And I don’t know why you’re here now, tempting me, making things worse. We don’t belong together. We’re nothing alike. I don’t want you, okay? Believe me, I don’t. Not sexually or otherwise.”
He blinked at her, once, twice. She was pretty even when she was angry, but she’d made her position very clear. “Okay, then. I’ll go,” he said, heading for the door.
“But...wait...”
When he turned to face her, she shook her head. “No. I mean, yes. Go. Ignore me.”
“But you said to wait.” He shoved a hand into his pocket. “I brought condoms just in case. In case you want me. Because I want you. I’ve wanted you forever now.”
To his chagrin, she covered her face and started crying.
He hurriedly shoved the condoms back in his pocket. “Or, okay. I’ll put them away. I was just thinking, safe sex.”
“Please shut up,” she yelled through tears. “Look, I lied. I don’t w-want you to g-go. I’m just afraid I’ll fall for you, and I really don’t want to fall for you. Why are you making this so hard?”
“Hard? I’m making things hard?” He narrowed his eyes, reaching to caress the curve of her jaw. “You lied to me, Petra, twice now, and you’re saying all kinds of crazy stuff. You’re such a bad girl.” He brushed away one of her tears. “You know, lying is bad. You need someone to make you a better girl. Someone to punish you when you’re not being good.”
She made a small sound, like she was choking or laughing. “Let me guess, that someone is you?”
“I would be happy to help.” He took her in his arms and kissed away her tears, making gentle shushing noises. He patted her back and then ran his hands down over her delicate curves. He didn’t even try to hide his erection. He pressed it right against the front of her. Let her feel what she did to him. Oh, and the things he wanted to do to her...
He drew back and pressed his forehead to hers. “What now? You said you don’t want sex. You said, because we’re partners...”
She took a shuddery breath. “Don’t you understand what happened with my mom and dad? If you knew what he put her through, you’d see why—why we can’t—”
“Who? Put who through what? Petra—”
“Maybe it won’t happen with us, but what if it does?”
“What if what does?” he asked, bewildered.
“My mother…she lost herself in my father, in her feelings for him. Then she got pregnant and found out he’d never really loved her. No one would hire her after that. It was a big fucking mess.”
“But…what does that have to do with either of us?”
She shuddered again, even harder this time. “Because I understand how my mother felt now. I’m about to die from wanting you. It’s horrible. This is the worst thing I’ve ever felt.”
He gave a quick, bitter laugh. Did she think he didn’t understand the wanting? He slid his fingers over the elegant line of her neck. He wanted to fuck her until she couldn’t walk, until she screamed and cried, until she came in a rush of breath and begged for more. “I die every time I touch you,” he said. He pushed up the back of her shirt and opened his hands against her warm, bare skin. “You torture me, every day, every hour. You’re a very bad girl.”
She buried her face against his chest. “I don’t mean to torture you, but I’m scared. You scare me in so many ways.”
“Do you think I’ll hurt you?” he asked, sliding his hands down to squeeze her ass.
“Yes. I think you’ll steal part of my soul.”
He tilted her head back to look in her eyes. “Really? You believe that?”
“Yes. I want you so bad, but I’m scared. I’m so scared of what you’ll do to me.”
“Ah, querida,” he sighed, his cock jumping at her softly spoken words. “You know what, though? Is okay to be scared.”
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Is okay to be scared. Is okay to be scared.
She gasped as he backed her toward the wall, pinning her with his body. While she was still processing his heat and his closeness, his mouth closed over hers in a ravishing kiss. His tongue warred with hers, his hands roving over her stomach, her waist. His palm slid lower to press against her pussy through her sleep pants. Oh God, his fingers. He could make her do anything with those fingers. She didn’t want him to stop but some self-preserving impulse made her push him away.
“No,” she said. “Haven’t you been listening?”
“I’ve been listening. You’re just not making any sense.”
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nbsp; “Rubio—”
He made a quelling sound and threaded a hand through the back of her hair, massaging her nape. His touch hypnotized her, quieting the alarm bells in her brain. She wanted to stop him, but more than that, she wanted to feel the full force of his sexuality. Just one night. What could it hurt? This was too thrilling not to experience, just this once...
She closed her eyes and gave herself up to the pull between them, the attraction she’d stuffed down since the second they’d first touched. He kissed her, rough and hard, as she clung to him. His hands strayed to her breasts, squeezing them through her faded tee shirt. The grasping pressure felt so good that she moaned against his lips. There was some wildness in him that made her forget caution and discipline, and the control she’d honed all her life.
“Yes, please,” she whispered. “More.”
He gazed at her, his lips parted. In one fluid movement he had her tee up and off, so she stood before him bared to the waist. When she moved to cover herself, he took her hands and trapped them behind her back, and bent to kiss her. His teeth closed on her lower lip in a teasing bite and she sucked in a breath. That moment, when he trapped her and bit her, that was the moment she knew she was lost. She struggled against the cage of him, but only to make him hold her harder. She wanted these intense games he played. She wanted him just as he was, commanding and carnal. She wanted him to hurt her and make her feel.
He gave a growling sound, the perfect accompaniment to her thoughts. His roving hand found her nipple and pinched until she shied away in agony and desire. She buried her head against the side of his neck, pleading for God knew what. Please, please, please... He left her nipple and grabbed her ass, pulling her forward against him. She could feel his cock through his jeans, a thick, threatening outline to go with his brutal grip on her wrists.
“I want to fuck you, Petra,” he said, pulling away from her. His dark eyes glittered with mayhem. “That’s what you need, yes? To get fucked like a naughty little slut?” He emphasized both fucked and slut with violent urgency.