Page 33 of Nico
She turned to go behind her desk. "That's none of your business." She braced herself when he marched towards her.
"Please don't touch me."
"Why the hell not?" His hands snaked out to grip her shoulders. "You used to like it."
"Please don't do this."
"I miss you."
"You have other priorities..."
"It's not enough. I cannot sleep..." He was drawing her towards him, and she knew if she did not stop him, it was going to be too late.
"Robert and I are serious." She knew she sounded desperate but did not care. "I've moved on."
"Let's see, shall we?" His voice was grim, his fingers like tentacles as they bit into her skin. She was powerless to stop him and when he hauled her up against him and crushed his mouth to hers, she was helpless. Capturing the moan inside his mouth, he plunged his tongue in and felt as if he was driven by the storm erupting inside him. His hands raced down her back to cup her bottom. When he eased her against him, she felt the heat spiraling and racing through her body like an electric storm.Her hands came up to grip his shoulders as if trying to anchor herself.
And then wandered to his neck and the thick hairs at the nape of his neck. He devoured her. The taste and scent of her assailed his nostrils and he yearned for more. He wanted her, needed her more than he needed to live. Switching positions, he dropped into the chair and brought her down in his lap. His hands cupped her breasts, dipping into her bosom to cup her flesh. The feel of her rigid nipples had him groaning.
Lifting his lips from hers, he trailed them over her cheek and her neck and throat. Her back arched, giving him access to her breasts. With a feral growl, he tugged the nipple inside his mouth and had her calling out his name. Her body erupted and she would have let him take her right there in her office if the door was not suddenly eased open after a brief knock.
She would have sprung from his lap, if his arms hadn't kept her anchored to him.
"Sorry to interrupt, but the natives are getting restless. And Robert is asking for you." Andre told her smoothly, his eyes trained on them.
"I'll be right there." She told him, embarrassment coloring her voice.
"Are you sure? I could always try and handle the situation."
"Two minutes." She snapped. "Please."
When he stepped out and closed the door, she pushed her hands against his chest.
"Let go of me."
"We need to talk."
"We don't need to do a damn thing." Taking a deep breath, she tried to steady her breathing. "Just leave me alone."
"I'm afraid that's not going to happen." He tightened his grip around her waist. "I've just proven that you were lying. You've not moved on. And neither have I. I need another chance. I cannot seem to manage without you."
"What about your daughter?"
"What about her?"
"I thought you wanted to spend time with her."
He shrugged. "I'm doing so. But that does not mean I have to put my life on hold." His eyes searched her face. "Unless that's a problem for you. Do you not like children?"
"I like them well enough, but I'm sure the last thing your daughter needs is to have another woman who's not her mother in her life."
"She'll adjust."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, dammit Sadie. I need to see you."
"I'm not..."
