I stop myself.
His grip on my waist tightens.
"Last night what?"
"You didn't come back.
Something flickers across his face. Something that looks almost like guilt.
"I had business."
"All night?"
"Yes."
"You couldn't have sent a message? Couldn't have told me you weren't coming back?"
His jaw tightens. "I didn't think?—"
"No. You didn't." I try to push off his lap, but his arm is like iron around my waist. "Let me go."
"No."
"Bruno."
"I said no."
His free hand comes up and grabs my chin. His fingers press into my jaw, forcing me to look at him.
"I should have come back," he says. The words sound like they're being dragged out of him. "I should have told you."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because I don't know how to do this." His grip on my chin tightens slightly.
He pulls my face down to his.
The kiss is hard. Demanding. Nothing like the desperate, searching kiss from last night. This one is pure possession. His mouth claims mine like he's trying to brand himself onto my lips.
I grab his shoulders to steady myself. My fingers dig into the hard muscle beneath his shirt.
He groans against my mouth. The sound vibrates through me, settling low in my belly.
When he finally pulls back, we're both breathing hard.
"Close the door," he says.
I blink at him. "What?"
"The door." His voice is rough. Strained. "Close it."
I look over my shoulder. The door is still open. Anyone could walk by. Anyone could see us.
I slide off his lap. My legs feel unsteady as I cross the room.
The door clicks shut.
I turn around.