He<i>growled </i>into her mouth once her lips seared against his. Where he had been holding on to a tentative amount of control, the crash of her lush mouth against his sent him reeling in. The grip he had around her frame tightened like a vice until his fingers splayed across the line of her jaw, across her face. His lips didn’t hesitate as they slid across hers, firm against soft, urging them to part so that he could deepen it. The second growl vibrated in his throat when she bit his lip. What he wanted to do was push her down against the desk that they still stood beside, push down the yoga pants that molded against her curvaceous figure until there was nothing but bare skin between them. There was that part of him that wanted to show her that, right now, with his heart thudding in his ears, he didn’t care about how much<b>time </b>they had so long as he could feel her – right now.<br/><br/>He groaned against the press of her lips and slid his hand down, sliding over her breast so that his fingertips grazed her nipple and his other hand tightened around his waist. Dropping his hand down to her hip and walked her back against the desk until she hit the edge. Dipping his head down, he claimed her mouth a second time while looming over her, his head dipped down, both hands gripping her hips to drag her ass back against his pelvis. From beneath his jeans, she could feel the bulge of his erection nudging against her, proof of the desire that ran through him, molten and wild. His mouth nuzzled against hers, then with parted lips, he dragged her own lower lip between his to suckle it. It was when he dragged his mouth from hers, his cheek with the its sand paper scratch of scruff from a day or two ago rubbing against hers as his mouth dragged down to the side of her neck, his teeth nipping sharply before he heard his name pierce the air like a warning.<br/><br/>At first, he didn’t loosen his grip, didn’t pull his mouth from her skin. His frustrated grunt and sharply inhaled breath was proof enough that he was reluctant to put an end to this – until her next words rung in the air. His hands on her hips relaxed, but lingered there at the indention where her naval met pelvis while his lips ran up to stroke along the edge of her jaw.<br/><br/>It was the wrenching<i>no </i>that doused him in his own bucket of ice, dragging him out of the haze. He released her instantly, hands lifting in the air as he stumbled back from Gen like he was surrendering. His eyes were swallowed by blackness as he stared at her, wild, with his palms in the air and his chest heaving as he dragged in heavy breaths.<br/><br/>“Gen...” His voice was low, ragged, as he searched her face. “I…<i>fuck</i>.<b>Fuck.</b>”<br/><br/>He whirled around and brought his hands up to press in his short cropped hair, his shoulders drawing forward with tension. Sucking in a breath, the shoulders in his back bunched as he fought to calm himself from the sudden torrent of heat that shook him to the core. The memory of her kiss pulsed on his lips where her teeth had sunk into his lower tier. His tongue darted out, tasting her still, and a callous grin stretched his face as he slowly lowered his arms down to his side and he turned back to face her to check her own state. The pressing bulge between his leg stuck out, proof that he wasn’t flame resistant to the fiery Latina in front of him. That is, until she tried to leave.<br/><br/>“Gen--<i>Hey. </i>Stop,” he started, stepping forward to settle a hand on her shoulder before she reached the door. “Talk to me,” he said gruffly, releasing her shoulder to step around and in front of her, dangerously close, to the point that he had to tilt his head down to meet her eyes. “Talk to me. Don’t worry about<i>Mac</i>right now. This is just.. new.”