The corner of her mouth curved with an impudent smile, and she dared him right back. “Make me,” she whispered huskily.
Jesus fuck, this woman was going to be the death of him tonight. Accepting her challenge, he tightened his grip in her hair until she was his to control and guide, and pulled her head down. Despite his firm hold and the force behind it, she went more than willingly, pushing the sheet out of her way while blazing a trail of hot, damp, open-mouthed kisses along his abdomen, giving him a preview of what to expect once she reached his dick.
She settled between his spread thighs and cupped his balls in her hand, giving them a gentle, playful tug that made his thick shaft throb in anticipation as she cast her sultry gaze back up to his. Leaning forward, she deliberately blew a stream of hot breath along his shaft, teasing him mercilessly, the vixen.
“Make me,” she said again, and the lust and need he saw in her eyes were a potent combination that had his stomach tightening in response.
Fucking hell. She hadn’t even put her mouth on his cock yet and pre-come was already leaking from the tip and his entire body was vibrating with the urge to thrust between those soft, pouty lips. Yeah, he was going to make her, he wasn’t going to be sweet and gentle, and she was going to love it.
“If I get too rough, pinch my thigh and I’ll stop,” he said gruffly, the only direction he gave her as he twisted her hair tighter in his fingers, then abruptly jerked her mouth to his dick.
Without any hesitation or further preliminaries, he shoved his cock past her parted lips and didn’t stop until he was lodged against the back of her throat and there was nowhere left for him to go. She shuddered and moaned around his length and her hands grabbed on to his thighs, but she didn’t pinch or push back, thank fucking God, because he didn’t think he could let her go even if she needed him to.
Her mouth felt too good, so wet and blistering hot cocooning him, with her throat squeezing him as deeply as her pussy had. When she relaxed a few seconds later and her initial panicked reaction eased, he dragged her lips all the way back up, giving her a moment to gasp for breath before he pushed her head back down again, giving her no choice but to
swallow him. Jaw clenched with what little restraint he had left in him, he watched his wet dick slide in and out of all that heated bliss as she let him fuck her mouth, and it was goddamn heaven. Without him having to ask, she hollowed her cheeks and added a toe-curling suction around his cock every time he guided her up, and used her soft, swirling tongue to add to the chaotic need steadily leading him toward a massive orgasm.
It should have been that naughty, wanton mouth that pitched him over the edge, but it was the rapturous look on her face as she repeatedly swallowed him and the throaty, insanely sexy noises she made as she sucked him off that had his senses firing and his release surging through him. There was no containing his shout of gratification, followed by numerous grunts of pleasure as he came so fucking hard he saw stars, and she took everything he had to give.
As his body gradually calmed and the fog in his head began to clear, he realized he was totally screwed, because there was no way any other woman would ever compare to this one who he was going to have to let go.
Chapter Five
Aiden gained consciousness in slow, gradual degrees, momentarily disoriented as to where he was . . . until he inhaled the unforgettable, intoxicating scent of the woman sleeping in front of him and remembered that he’d spent his evening having some of the best sex of his life. However, it was a foreign sensation, waking up with a woman in his bed when he didn’t do sleepovers, but Aiden couldn’t say he hated having Daisy’s backside tucked against his front as they spooned, and his morning wood wasn’t about to object, either, where it was pressed against the crease of her lush ass.
Her cheek was resting on his bicep, her tousled hair spilling around her head while his other arm draped possessively over her waist—yes, possessively, because when she’d tried to leave his room a few hours ago after they’d used the last condom, he hadn’t been ready to let her go and had anchored her tight against his chest and ordered her to sleep. With a soft, sated smile on her lips and her body languid and exhausted from her numerous orgasms, not to mention the demanding workout he’d given her, she’d relaxed and succumbed to slumber while mumbling, “Just for a little bit.”
That had been four hours ago, he realized when he peered over her head to check the digital clock on the nightstand and saw it was six thirty in the morning. Clearly, she’d passed out hard, just as he had, he thought with a grin.
He remained quiet and still, happy to just hold Daisy and relax for the time being—another shock, because he couldn’t ever remember feeling so calm and content with a woman. Normally, he’d chalk up the mellow feeling to sexual gratification, and his dick was definitely satisfied, but this sensation was different. It filled his chest with an emotion that was completely alien to him—a caring and tenderness that went beyond the casual parameters of friendship or being co-workers.
He knew a lot of what he was feeling was a result of bonding over their pasts—him with his father’s affair that had changed the dynamics of his family and Daisy being duped by a married man. Infidelity in two different forms, but they’d both suffered collateral damage to their emotions, with both of them having to pick up the pieces after the one person they trusted and believed in wasn’t who they’d thought they were.
Aiden understood her pain, and she related to his. And knowing her story, it was easy to understand why she opted to pour all her energy into her career and why she was so guarded in general. Because despite putting on a carefree, easygoing front, Aiden had always protected his heart, too, and he’d yet to find a woman worthy of the kind of emotion that would require letting down his guard to actually fall in love.
He’d always believed and lived by the motto that if he didn’t invest in the illusion of love or a committed relationship, there would be no devastating disappointments to endure, and he refused to be vulnerable enough to get blindsided by lies or dishonesty. His father’s extramarital affair and callous disregard toward the wife who’d been dealing with breast cancer had been Aiden’s first lesson in keeping his emotions to himself. And watching his brother, Leo, get dumped the morning of his wedding by the girl he’d thought he’d spend the rest of his life with had been his second.
But Daisy . . . this Daisy, the vibrant, uninhibited one now in his arms, who he’d spent the night with and had shared his family’s scandal with, could easily test those walls around his heart. She was sexy as hell when she let her hair down, literally and figuratively, but he’d also seen how kindhearted she was, how sympathetic she’d been to his mother’s situation, when Daisy didn’t even know her. She’d allowed him to be his true self, if only for this one night together, and that was a side to him he rarely let show.
Their arrangement might have started out as a hookup between two people who’d hidden their attraction for the past three years, but in truth, for him, the connection they’d formed had ended up being something far deeper and much more memorable than he ever would have believed or thought possible.
When it came to his normal one-night stands, he walked away before the sheets had a chance to cool or the high of his orgasm subsided. Hell, he was lucky if he remembered the woman’s name, but there was no forgetting Daisy, and not just because he’d see her at the office during the week. No, she’d left an indelible mark somewhere inside of him, and now he had to find a way for the two of them to go back to just being friends. He had a feeling that was going to be easier said than done after knowing what she tasted like and how she felt beneath him while he was buried deep inside her.
While there were no company rules against dating a co-worker, they were both smart enough to know that mixing business with pleasure was a recipe for disaster. Besides, she’d established the rules for tonight, he’d agreed to them, and he respected her enough to do exactly as she’d asked—whatever happens once we leave this bar and go up to your room, we never talk about it again. I don’t want anything complicated and messy to interfere with our working relationship, or any expectations from either one of us beyond tonight.
He absolutely understood her reasoning, even if he did have the urge to break the rules with her. What happened in San Francisco needed to stay there, but until they left, she was still his. And for now, he wanted to commit to memory everything about her—the feel of her body against his, the deep, even sound of her breathing, her soft, warm skin—because once they walked out of this hotel, there would be no repeats allowed.
He felt her stir ever so slightly, and after a few moments, she carefully tried to lift the arm he’d slung around her waist. She obviously didn’t want to wake him and intended to sneak out, but he wasn’t letting her go just yet if he had his way.
He tightened his hold and heard her inhale a quick, startled breath when she realized he was very much awake. He moved his mouth to her ear and grinned. “Where do you think you’re going, Ms. Parker?”
“Back to my room,” she said, looking over her shoulder at him, her face still beautiful even with her makeup washed off. “I need to take a shower and get dressed.”
He arched a brow and called her out. “We took a bath after I fucked you the last time, so you’re already nice and clean. You smell like the fruity hotel soap we used, and I’m sure I do, too.”
A smile edged up one corner of her mouth, and he was sure she was remembering all those bubbles that had nearly spilled over the side of the tub because he’d been overzealous with the liquid soap. Or maybe she was recalling the way he’d slowly, lazily fucked her with his fingers, with the two of them laughing because of all the slipping and sliding going on—and not the kind he would have preferred.
“I still need to get my things packed up,” she persisted.