He tore his gaze off her long enough to see the words ‘powder room’ on a tiny bronze plate on the door. And then his eyes were right back on her, taking in every nuance, drinking in every detail. He fisted his hands at his sides,physically restraining himself from reaching out to touch her. Space. He needed to put some space between them. He practically growled out the words, "I'll take you back to Caroline's room."
Need to touch her.
He took a quick step back.
“Wait.” Celine reached for him, her petite fingers landing on his arm like a hot brand. The thick material of his tuxedo did nothing to protect him from the shot of pleasure. All he had to do was reach out, cup the back of her head and take her lips. Her heavy-lidded questioning gaze told him she would be more than willing.
“I never told you thank you for asking me to help out with the wedding. It means a lot to me that you trusted me with something so important." Her quietly spoken words caressed him as much as her fingers.
He reached for her fingers with every intention of peeling from him, but instead his fingers curled through hers, testing the smooth satiny feel of her palm against his own callused one. He should tell her it wasn't a big deal, but the open vulnerability in her gaze stole the lie right from his lips. "You were the only one I would trust."
A light blush stole up her cheeks. She inched closer, narrowing the gap between them. Aaron closed his eyes and savored her sweet scent wrapping around him. He liked everything about her. Everything.
"Aaron, can I ask you one more question?"
He cleared his throat. "Anything."
"Will you kiss me?"
His eyes flew open, every muscle in his body going tense with need at her question. He had to say no. He hadn't even touched her yet and already she tested his resolve. The moment his lips touched hers he would be done for.
Celine's tiny pink tongue darted out to lick her lips and his willpower crumbled. He could do it. He could kiss her.That's all he needed, just one taste.
Just one.
A growl ripped from his chest and he crushed her to him, taking her mouth with all the ferocity and pent up desire inside him. Her sweet mouth opened willingly and her arms went around his neck, holding him to her as tightly as he held her.
His tongue danced with hers, exploring every single inch she was willing to give. Like a man possessed he nipped at her lips, licked and sucked and then pushed deeper. God, she tasted so good, better than he’d thought. She was perfect for him. Celine whimpered, the sweet feminine sound of want sent adrenaline spiking through his resolve.
If he didn’t have her now, he’d go insane. “The mission,” he whispered roughly against her lips.
“I need you,” she answered fervently. Her hands raked through his hair, yanking him down to her. “Now.”
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, shenipped 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.
