Deeper Than Temptation

CHAPTER 2 | Aiden

CHAPTER 2 | Aiden

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I pull back, running my hands down her shoulders and across her arms. I flatten her to the table, and then curl her fingers around the edge, squeezing them for a heartbeat so she understands she’s to stay put.

I’ve wanted her like this for ages, and I want to enjoy every damn minute of it. I straighten and pull off my clothes. Parker fidgets, and I know I should say something, but the sight of her—bare for me, on her tip-toes, bent over, pinned—has left me damn near speechless. I have fantasized about her for months now. I have imagined her in every way possible, and she still leaves me in awe.

She trembles and lifts her head, starting to look around for me.

“Ah, ah,” I say, hearing how my Irish accent has grown thicker, harder. It always does for her. “This is for me.”

I drag my fingers through her wet folds, and my eyes nearly roll back into my head. She feels f*****g fantastic. “I could look at you like this all damn day, do you know that?”

She inhales like she wants to answer and I caress her again, rendering whatever response she had into mindless whimpering. I grin. I like that. I’m going to have to do it again.

“Waiting on me with your perfect ass in the air,” I continue, sliding my fingers back and forth, “getting wetter and wetter as I play with you.”

And she is. Dirty talk turns Parker even wetter. She’s getting frantic against my hand, needing more pressure, but it feels like I’ve waited forever for this and I want it to last.

“Please?” she manages. She tries to push back and slips. Beauty of this position, I think, not stopping. She can’t get purchase—she’s up on her toes, and her arms are too far ahead. All she can do is enjoy, and I want to give it all to her.

Up and down. Up and down. I find her clit with one knuckle and rub her over and over until she’s moaning.

“I love how you melt for me,” I whisper, backing off before she can come. I slide my knuckle to her entrance and begin to play again. It makes my brain scramble. “You give so sweetly,” I manage.

She growls. “I’m not going to be sweet if you keep playing with me like this.”

“Aren’t you?” I push in one finger, and she gasps. I push in another, and she squirms, making small noises of delight. I stroke her, setting a rhythm that I know will madden her. It already makes my eyes want to roll back in my head. “Because I think this is exactly what you need.”

“I need an orgasm,” she mutters, sounding irritated—or rather trying to sound irritated. She’s melting for me again, relaxing into me and letting me take the lead. Damn, I love that.

“Oh, you’ll be getting your orgasm.” I scoop my fingers, and she cries out, growing wetter in a rush. She enjoys our games, and knowing she enjoys them nearly makes me come on the spot. “But right now, you need this.”

“I don’t—”

I stroke her again, reminding her who’s in charge and she gives to me. She sinks into the table, letting me have her until she’s close. Too close. I want to take my time with this. I want to enjoy every second.

I nudge her legs farther apart, and she lets me take them wide. “Christ, yes,” I whisper, pulling out my fingers and replacing them with my thumb. I find her clit with my fingertips and she arches hard against me, giving me the perfect opportunity to slide my free hand under her.

I cup one breast and then the other, playing her n*****s like I did before: twisting them, pulling them. I play until she cries out, going wet and hot against my hand. She’s desperate for this.

We both are.

Doesn’t take away from this being wrong—we both know it—but I’ll deal with that later. Working for me might have been what brought us together, but the attraction between us is bigger and better than anything I’ve experienced. Up until now, we’ve denied ourselves. I want to show Parks why that’s such a bad idea. I want to prove to her this could be more than just complicated.

“I love how sensitive you are,” I tell her, still playing with her breasts. I run my thumb over and over the hardened peak, enjoying how she squirms helplessly under me. “Would you like my mouth on them?”

She whimpers, and I smile.

“Good,” I say. “Because I want my mouth on them too. I’ll be enjoying that later as well.”

“Enjoy it now,” she moans.

“No. I’m enjoying this.”

“Aiden?” Lust and worry snake underneath my name. I go still as she peeks over her shoulder, eyes wide. “Why are you doing this?”

The question could mean so much—why do I want her, why am I taking her—but somehow, I know it’s why am I teasing her?

I grin. I can’t help it. “Because it’s the only time I ever see you soft, and I know it’s because of me. It’s only for me.”

And then I slide my fingers to her clit, and pinch.

Her mouth falls open in shock and pleasure. She screams, arching her back. Her eyes are wide and pinned to me. Now she can’t look away, and I have to will myself not to spill all over her.

“Again,” I whisper, and my fingers stroke her twice as my thumb slides forward, tapping that hidden place inside her that I know will shatter her and it does. She falls forward, bucking against my hand as her orgasm takes her in wave after wave.

“Mmmm,” I breathe, pulling her off the kitchen table. She fits beautifully against my chest as I settle both of us in the closest chair: her back to my chest, her legs draped on either side of mine. It’s another position I’ve fantasized about, and now I get to have her.

I run both hands down Parker’s sides and tug her knees wider apart. She shivers. My d**k has pushed up between us, and I can feel her scalding heat. It makes my breath catch.

“Christ, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard,” I mutter, keeping one hand on her hip while I pull on a condom with the other. “Are you ready?”

She goes still, and I can’t tell what she’s thinking. I don’t like that. At all.

“Parks?” I whisper, lifting my hips so my d**k skims across her clit. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t you dare stop.”

It’s even more frantic than before, and I catch myself grinning against the back of her neck. Hells yes, I think, and lift her, the head of my d**k prodding her slick entrance. “Yes, what?” I ask.

“Yes, please.”

And I pull her down, feeling her gasp as she stretches around me. I pump her once and hold her tight, a stream of curses escaping me. “You are f*****g perfect.”

She is too. Hot, wet, and sweet as hell. Parker stays tight against me, but her shoulders have gone rigid. I get it. To be open and exposed like this for me, it has to be intense for her. It’s what makes it so good for me.

But more than anything it has to be good for her.

I give her a gentle pump, and find her breasts, teasing her n*****s and kissing her neck. “Stay with me.”

A tiny moan escapes her, and my hands tighten. I spread my knees wider, taking her legs even farther apart. Her skin goes hot, but I can tell her brain is working overtime. “Stay with me,” I add, “or I’ll bend you over the table again.”

She gasps, eyes flying open to meet mine. I don’t look away. I hold her gaze until her focus narrows just to me. Only to me.

“Stay with me,” I whisper, “and I’ll do this for you.”

And I pump her once, feel her p***y clench around me. Pleasure makes her whole body slacken, relax. It feels so good, I nearly come. I knew she’d be like this. I knew it would be this good. Her head falls back, dark hair tangling around me. This is what she needed.

What we’ve both needed.

“That’s right,” I tell her. “Just enjoy.” I lift her and then slide her down my c**k, lift and slide. She feels f*****g amazing. She’s perfect like this. I could take her all night.

“More,” she moans, and my fingers clench around her hips. I should make her wait. I should make her beg. But I’m already lifting her, already increasing our pace because she needs it and I can’t help but obey.

I bounce her harder, and she gasps, going softer and softer in my arms. “Yesyesyes, like that,” she whispers, head whipping back and forth as I drive her toward another release.

“Again.” I grip her ass, pumping her up and down as I slide my other hand around, finding her clit. She jerks against me.

Sensitive, I realize. So sensitive she probably doesn’t think she can come again.

I’ll need to show her otherwise.

“Come for me, Parks.”

She squirms, shaking her head as tension begins to climb her spine. Losing her, I think and grab a handful of that dark hair, pulling her backward until she’s arched over me, impaled and trembling and needing because by my taking control like this, she’s gone even hotter. She’s burning alive for me.

And I’m burning for her.

I thumb her clit once, twice. “Come for me, Parker. Come for me now.”

She does. She comes hard, seizing my forearm and biting down until it smothers scream after scream. It works. She is quieter, but I can still hear my name on her lips. It rolls through me like honey and lights me up like gasoline.