Chapter 8 #2
His logic crumbled beneath the obsessive determination to take her as his own.
A man possessed, he tore his mouth from her and drug her through a door opposite the powder room into a large office.
A large, heavy wood desk stood in the center of the room with a matching leather chair behind.
To his left, two club chairs and delicate looking coffee table sat in front of an empty fireplace.
Without hesitation, Aaron lifted her and propelled her to the desk, his logic failing with her sweet moan of anticipation.
Her hand slipped inside his jacket and pushed it from his shoulders, and he shrugged out of the offending material.
Then her shaking fingers found the buttons of his shirt, and within seconds, his shirt was on the floor.
He gathered her up into his arms, his lips going to her neck, following the gentle curve down to her perfectly formed shoulder.
He took her thin dress strap between his teeth and pulled down first one side, and then the other, until the silky material pooled around her clear high heels.
All the air in his lungs rushed out. "Jesus. "
She was completely naked save for a small scrap of nude lace at the juncture of her thighs. He’d known he was in danger of losing himself to her the first time he’d laid eyes on her. Now he knew he was lost.
In a daze, he lifted her onto the table and laid her back. He’d dreamed of her like this with her baby blue eyes flushed with banked desire and her lips parted, flushed and swollen. Laid out in front of him like a pagan sacrifice, overwhelming need shuddered through his entire body.
He devoured her with his gaze, reverently reaching out to stroke her hard, little nipple with the back of his knuckles. From somewhere in the distance he heard himself say, “We need to stop.”
“No!” Her body jerked, as if that one light touch had scorched her.
Her urgent plea destroyed his determination. He shoved her legs wide and bent to her breasts, sucking her nipple between her lips until she cried out. The taste of her tight, rosy bud in his mouth filled his senses. He barely registered her sharp nails digging into his shoulders.
He ached for her, the desire to drive inside her overtaking his control.
Aaron moved to her other breast, nipping and sucking until she writhed and bucked against him, begging for more. "Yes, please!"
Aaron lifted his head and stared into her eyes, the savage need to possess her making his dick swell painfully. He had to remember she wasn’t his to own, no matter how much he wanted her. If they were going to survive this, he had to hold back.
Celine planted her palms on the desk and raised up to press a string of gentle kisses along his jaw that left him and his resolve weak and shaking. As if sensing his weakness, she nipped his earlobe and whispered, “I need you.”
A growl erupted from deep in his chest and in one fluid movement, he ripped her lace thong in half and tossed it across the floor. Celine gasped fell back, revealing her glistening, swollen nether lips to him.
She bit her lip as he stepped back and deliberately unhooked his belt buckle. Silently, methodically, he stripped his pants and boxers. She lifted her hips in invitation.
Aaron took himself in his hand stepped between her spread thighs. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." He stroked himself, watching her.
Celine whimpered, her head rolling to the side. "Please, don't make me wait anymore."
He continued to stroke himself, watching her. "Are you on the pill?"
She nodded, lifting herself up so that her hips came completely off the table. “Yes.”
He was lost.
Barely biting back the primitive need to thrust inside her, Aaron carefully lined up the thick head of his cock with her wet slit.
He’d barely gotten in an inch before she wrapped her legs around and pulled him.
His grabbed her hips and pinned her in place as he deliberately worked himself inside her, inch by slow torturous inch.
Her tight core squeezed him, pulling him deeper.
Celine grabbed his arms and he cried out.
"That's it baby, take me." He pressed in until he was fully seated inside her. "Take all of me."
She moaned, tossing her head from side to side.
He set a hard and steady pace, easing out and then slamming back in, unable to take his eyes off her.
He took her like that. Without relenting, until she was frenzied and out of control.
With every thrust, she climbed higher and higher.
And then she exploded, her climax ripping a scream from her throat.
Celine fell apart in his arms, shuddering and moaning. Her beauty stole his breath and her reaction to him stole his soul. He couldn't get enough of her. Like a man possessed, he slammed into her over and over, his own orgasm building at the base of the spine, ready to explode.
She clung to him like he was her anchor in the storm.
He never wanted this moment to end.
Aaron clenched his jaw fought to keep going, but the pleasure was too powerful.
“Aaron!” Celine cried out, spasming around his length, ripping his orgasm free. Aaron roared his pleasure, coming inside her so hard his knees went weak.
Aaron fell to the desk, barely catching himself on his elbows before he crushed her. Her hard breathing matching his own, she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Aaron closed his eyes and savored the rolling aftershocks of her orgasms clenching his cock.
When he could breathe again, Aaron lifted his head just enough to take her lips in a tender kiss that went straight to his heart. A craving totally different than the blinding intensity of a few moments ago began to build inside. He wanted to hold her in his arms and savor her like this forever.
Aaron pulled out and lifted her in his arms. "Hold on."
She buried her face in his neck and nodded, her hot, little pants tickling his skin. He moved over to one of the fluffy padded chairs and sat down, enjoying her weight on top of him. Celine snuggled up against his chest, her contented sigh warming is soul.
He stroked her silky hair with one hand while anchoring her to him with the other, unable to separate them in any way.
Shit. He was in trouble.
He’d never been so fascinated with any other woman. Sure, he'd enjoyed them, and as soon as they’d shared a mutual night in bed, he walked away without another thought.
Aaron closed his eyes and dropped a kiss to head, reality creeping in. He was in way over his head with Celine, even after he’d vowed to never let himself fall for a woman, not after what he'd seen the life of being in the SF did to his parents.
He’d never understood how a man could do that to a woman. But then he'd never been possessed with a single-minded instinct to possess anyone before her.
Is this how his father felt about his mother? Unable to stay away from her even though he knew he should?
Was he repeating the same mistake?
She was so fragile, so trusting in his arms. Her tiny frame made him feel like he would break her if he held her too tight, how could he expect her to survive the hardships of being with a man in the Teams?
The warmth inside chilled at the thought of hurting Celine. He knew without a doubt she wanted him, and for more than sex. If she begged him not to go on a mission, knowing how deadly his job was, would he walk away or stay?
Aaron heard the distinct click of the door opening behind them and in an instant, threw Celine behind the chair. She gasped and plastered herself to his back.
He met the furious, wintry grey gaze of his commander. "This isn’t your post.”
Aaron moved to further shield Celine, a cold dread winding its way through him. For the first time in his life, he’d failed to report to his post.
Colonel Gray took a deep breath and then blew it out, disappointment lining his features. “We both know how dangerous this is.”
Aaron met his commanders disappointed gaze and knew he wasn’t referring to the current mission. Aaron had told Gray about his parents his initial interview for TF-S. “Yes, sir.”
“Are you sure this is the path you want to take?” Gray asked quietly.
The cold shackle of duty wrapped around Aaron’s insides and he lifted his chin. He’d never hid anything from his commander. “No, sir.”
“The Senator is on his way to collect his daughter. You’ve got three minutes to get dressed and report to duty or you’re both off the mission.” Gray grabbed the handle and quietly shut the door.
"Oh my God.” Celine reached for his arm, but Aaron pulled away and got to his feet.
"I have to go." He strode to his pants, physically putting her behind him.
"Wait, I'll come with you. I'll tell him it was my fault.” She ran to the desk, grabbed her dress off the floor and rushed to his side.
Aaron allowed himself to savor the site of her naked body one more second, openly acknowledging to himself exactly what he was giving up and willing to make the sacrifice to save her from himself.
The thought of seeing her spirit crushed and bitter was enough to make him turn away.
But the thought of something worse happening to her gave him the strength he needed to gently pry her dress from her hands and slide it on over her head.
"You're not going with me. You're going back to finish your job and then you're going home." Aaron embraced the emptiness seeping inside him and pulled on his button up shirt and then his jacket.
Celine's flushed cheeks turned pale. "What are you saying?"
"I need to get back to work." He forced his voice to stay detached.
She flinched, like he’d struck her. "But I thought…"
His lips twisted into a cruel, self-depreciating smile. "That we’d stay together?”
He knew that's exactly what she'd been thinking. He knew it, because he'd been thinking it too for one minuscule moment. "We had sex. It was great sex, but that's all it was.”
Celine lifted hand to her throat and took a step back. "So, I was just a lay to you? Nothing else?”
The pain in her face was a knife to his chest. If he thought trying to keep his hands off of her was the hardest thing he'd ever done, he'd been wrong. Now that he had her, he knew just how wrong he'd been.
Aaron forced his shoulders back, his chin up and looked down at her with pity, while he died a little more on the inside. He’d rather hurt her now than destroy her later. "Did you really think I would choose you over my Team?"
The fading light in her eyes died and her hand dropped from her throat to hang limply at her side. She stared through him, her voice flat, “No, I would never expect you to choose me over anything.”
She walked past him then, purposefully sidestepping so that her arm didn't brush his. Every instinct in Aaron's body screamed at him to go after her and beg for her forgiveness. Instead, he watched her calmly walk out the door and out of his life.