Page 54 of Resisting Temptation

“Because I’m literally working for the man who’s trying to beat you. You’re the enemy.”

I look deep into her eyes, and I know she wants this. She misses me just as much as I do her, but she’s trying to protect herself. Things are different this time, though, and I won’t hurt her. I move closer to her, our lips nearly touching. “I’ve never been your enemy, baby. All this anger you have toward me is just misdirected sexual tension because of a huge misunderstanding. Let me take away your pain and make up for our time apart.”

“We tried that already, remember?” she whispers, her eyes darting from my lips to my eyes. “Noah.” She says my name as a plea, for what, I don’t know. Mercy? Or is it a plea to take her right here in this elevator.

The air is thick with sexual tension, there is no avoiding it when we’re stuck so close together. I close the gap, cupping her face in my hands. Our lips meet as I try to erase years of pain the only way I know how, by kissing her sweet lips. Our hands find each other,intertwining. This kiss is different from all the ones in the past. She has to know this is about more than the undeniable chemistry between us.

Before too long, she jerks back from me, breathless and panting, her pretty blue eyes searching mine. “Noah, we shouldn’t.”

“I know, baby.” I cuddle her back into me, kissing her again. And even though she’s fighting to do the right thing, she returns the kiss passionately, melting into me, just like she used to. I play with her curls and hold her close to me, needing the closeness every bit as much as I know she does. As our kiss grows more intense, her fingers glide up my arms and into my hair, her nails digging in.

My hands roam hungrily over her, caressing her breasts through her dress, feeling the hard metal of her nipple ring against the soft fabric. I want to rip this thin strip of fabric off her so I can really get my hands on her. But I need to know she’s alright first. What I told her tonight was a lot.

“If you hurt me again,” she warns, her expression deadly serious.

I grasp her face, and she gazes at me, lips swollen, cheeks pink. “I promise you I won’t. I’m not going anywhere this time. This is my town, and you’re my girl. I will never leave you, okay?”

“What if you lose the election?”

“I’ll find something else to occupy my time with. But you don’t need to worry, I don’t plan on losing.” I grin playfully so she knows exactly what I’m talking about.

She rises on her toes to kiss me desperately, as if she couldn’t breathe without my lips for her life support. “You might need to start working on somenew hobbies.” A kiss lands on my neck, beneath my ear. “Because you’re going to lose. I’m going to make sure of it.” She leans into the wall of the elevator, looking back at me with a challenging expression on her sassy lips.

“Maybe you could be my new hobby.” Slowly I run my fingers along the hemline of her dress, tugging it up a little higher as she watches me, eyes hooded with desire. My hand slips under her dress, feeling over her ass. She’s wearing a silky thong, and I trace the line of it, provoking her.

Sharply she inhales, trying to compose herself, but I know she’s melting for me. “I could live with that,” she agrees, and I’m sure she could. Nothing would make me happier than to spend my days pleasuring her. But I have a score to settle, and I intend to beat her so I can do just that.

Our lips come together as I slip a finger inside her panties and stroke over her soft mound of hair. My thigh moves between her legs, and they spread open for me instinctively, giving me better access to her center. She’s right where I want her, needy and frantic for me. I drop my head to the crook of her neck and place soft kisses right to her ear. “Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she whispers, all breathy.

“What do you want me to do, baby?” I chuckle playfully.

She places her hand over mine and shoves it down. “Touch me, Noah. I want your fingers inside of me, stop teasing.”

That’s all I need to hear. I push a finger inside of her creamy wetness. “Just like this?” I ask, wanting her to guide me. Needing to know I’m doing the right thing with her this time.

“More,” she pants, her voice barely a whisper.

I stare down at her. “More what, Paisley? More fingers?”

Her eyes meet mine, and she blinks back at me, her cheeks flushing a dark crimson. “Please. Fill me up. I want you to make me cum right here in this fucking elevator.”

My lips curl into a smile. Her dirty words are music to my ears and my cock that’s now straining against my pants, desperate to be buried deep inside of her. I push in a second digit, thrusting back and forth as I stretch her. Her hands fumble with my waistband, and she slips her delicate hand inside, stroking me. A shudder runs through me at her delicate touch. I love having her hands on me. Her touch only encourages me to play with her more. Tracing over her clit with my thumb, I massage while my other fingers move inside of her. She’s dripping wet, and her moans fill the empty elevator. I’m working her into a frenzy, and I’m not going to stop until she’s calling my name.

“I want you to fuck me, Noah.” Her hand squeezes round my cock, pumping back and forth in a way that’s driving me wild, and fuck, that’s what I want too.

“Cum for me first, baby, then I’ll do whatever you want.” My lips meet hers again, filling her mouth with my tongue because I just can’t get enough of her, I need to feel her everywhere.

She rides my hand shamelessly, letting me bring her undone with each thrust, each flick of my wrist. Until she goes floppy in my arms and her pussy tightens around my fingers as she cries out my name. I swallow her cries until she stills and her pussy stops pulsating around my fingers.

“Condom’s in my pocket,” I breathe into her lips, giving her all control.

She moves her free hand, finding the foil packet I stashed in there. Tearing it open ferociously, she rolls it on. “It’s hot in here.” She laughs as I lift her, pressing her back into the wall of the elevator. Her cheeks are flushed, and little curls cling to her forehead, damp with perspiration. She’s perfection.

“It’s about to get hotter.” I push inside her in one thrust, so desperate to fill her up. She’s tight and warm and everything I need. I inhale her sweet coconut shampoo, getting swept away in the moment. My lips find hers again as I move inside of her. I could never have enough of her, no matter how many times we fight or how messed up this current situation is we find ourselves in. I know she’s it for me, and I will do whatever I can to keep her this time.

Our lips part, our eyes locking as I keep moving inside of her. “I’m never letting you go, Paisley. You understand? You’re mine and I’m yours, forever.”

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