Sinful Temptation: An Opposites Attract Romance (Temperance Falls: Selling Sin Book 1)

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by London Hale


  “You thought I was a virgin, didn’t you?” I asked as I slid my hand back up her thigh, this time underneath her skirt. The edge of the stockings she wore made me groan, the feel of her soft flesh above them almost making me growl. This woman was so sexy, so blatant about her sexuality. It was both a relief and a warning. Women like Harper sometimes used sex as a weapon—I’d seen that enough to know it. But at that point, with my palm against her thigh and my fingers almost to the pussy I sought, I didn’t care. Let her try—I’d fight back. And I’d win. Not because I could overpower her, but because I could let her be her. Because I wanted her to stay this wild, untamable thing.

  Because I wanted her exactly how she was and had since the very first time I saw her.

  “Last chance,” I whispered before biting down on her earlobe. She jumped and gasped, trembling through her shock. She also gripped my shoulders tighter and tilted her hips forward. Pulling me closer and seeking more. Perfect.

  I slid my fingers up just a little more, nearly collapsing against her as I got my first touch of her pussy. Hot. So hot, and definitely wet. The very tops of her thighs were slick, the lips of her pussy soaked. And she was bare.

  My cock nearly exploded at the thought.

  “Do you have any idea how many nights I’ve sat up and wondered what this would feel like?” I slid a single finger inside, circling her, prepping her for more. Closing my eyes for a second at the simple pleasure of feeling her sweet pussy clench. “It’s even better than I imagined. You’re so soft, so warm. Are you ready for more, doll? Should I stop teasing that pussy?”

  Her fingers pressed deep into my flesh as she clutched at me, as she tugged me closer. As she gave way to her need. “If you’re gonna do it, do it.”

  Damn, did I love the challenging look she shot me. As if she still didn’t think I would cross that line even though I had one finger inside her. As if she had doubts that I’d actually fuck her with my hand, right there and then. She had no idea I’d been dreaming of doing this and more every day for months.

  Time to make that dream a reality.

  I slipped a second finger inside, stretching her a little. The responding groan, the way she arched her back and rocked her hips into my hand…so fucking sexy. Everything about her was, but this…this pure reaction to what I was doing to her. This wild, unfettered response to my body and my words. This was my heaven. This was my home.

  This was everything I had ever wanted.

  A couple of shallow thrusts, and then I pressed deep. Harper caught her breath, her eyes closing for a moment as I focused solely on what my hand could do to her. On how much pleasure I knew I could give her. I circled her clit with my thumb, slowly increasing pressure on each pass, and moved my fingers in that come-hither motion to find her most hidden spot. I kept my eyes locked on her face, kept my body pressed tight against her. Watching…waiting. I needed a sign that I’d gotten this right, that I had found what I was seeking. That I could give her as much pleasure—

  She jerked, and her eyes popped open on a particularly strong slide deep, deep within her. Bingo.

  “That’s it, doll. I’ve got it now, don’t I?” I kept curling my fingers, kept pressing in deep to hit that spot, not giving her a second to retreat from what I knew was building inside her. Pushing her closer to the edge she needed to jump off. Her eyes stayed on mine, wide and unfocused, her mouth hanging open as she moaned and gasped. As her body worked in tandem with mine.

  Her head fell back, and those beautiful eyes closed as the rest of her body opened for me. “Fuck, Noah.”

  The walls of her body clenched and released in a slow rhythm, and the sounds coming from where my hand worked had become obscene. So wet, so swollen for me. She had to be almost there. I could feel the tension building in her body, could hear how her breaths had sped up.

  “Harder.” She gasped, clinging to my shoulders with an almost painful hold. “Fuck…I need…faster.” Oh hell, her demands were so fucking hot. Harper kept riding my hand, taking what she needed, refusing to be a simple participant. That was hot, too. Almost too hot for me to deal with. I pressed my aching cock into her hip and growled through the need to rock. The need to sink deep. The need to come all over her. This wasn’t my moment; it was hers. She’d pushed and pushed and pushed me, and I’d finally broken. I’d get my pleasure when she did the same.

  My doll surprised me, though. She rocked and groaned and hissed and cursed, just as I’d expected. But she also moaned long and loud before grabbing my face and tugging me down to her. And then she kissed the hell out of me. It wasn’t the first kiss I’d once thought we’d share, wasn’t sweet or tentative. This was rough and brutal—all teeth and tongue and battle. A fight to dominate and lead. It was hot. Fucking hot. Too fucking hot.

  “You’re going to make me come like a schoolboy if you keep kissing me like that,” I said when I finally pulled myself from her mouth.

  Her lips turned up in an arrogant sort of smirk. “Not sure I see the problem with that.”

  I leaned in, pressing my lips to hers once more. Sweeter this time. Softer. Giving her a moment to think she had me before I went in for the kill.

  “I’d much rather come in that pretty mouth of yours, but not yet. I want to feel you come on my hand first.” Before I could enjoy her reaction, before I could do more than lean her back a little and work a third finger inside her, the back door slammed closed.

  “What’s that?” Harper asked, only slightly more focused. Her hips still rocked against my hand, her body still quivering with every thrust. I couldn’t stop.

  “Shh.” I pressed a soft kiss to her lips, leaning closer so I could force her legs to spread wider, so I could whisper in her ear as well. “Someone’s in the hall.”

  Harper’s entire body went stiff. “Did you lock the door?”

  I pushed her knees farther apart with my own, opening her even more, speeding up the thrusts of my hand. I could see the warring emotions on her face, could almost sense them. The fear of getting caught, the excitement of almost getting caught. The arousal of knowing we could get caught if we weren’t quiet. Fuck, there was no way I was letting her get away from me now.

  “I don’t remember.” I ran my nose along her neck, enjoying the way she trembled at my lie. How she was back to fucking my hand with her greedy pussy. “Does it matter?”

  She pulled away, looking me right in the eye as she whispered, “Someone could walk in.”

  Footsteps in the hall grew closer, but Harper didn’t stop, so neither did I. We locked gazes, both silent other than the sucking sound of her pussy taking my fingers. Other than the breaths we simply couldn’t hold. Her knee trembled against my hip, and her arm shook where she had it locked around my neck. Obscene, that image was. My hand between her legs, my fingers buried inside her as she spread herself around me. Obscene and perfect. Something no one else would ever see.

  “Answer me,” I whispered just as the footsteps stopped outside the room we were in. “Does it matter? Do you care that they might think the local sex shop owner sullied their sweet pastor? That sin is winning over salvation right now?”

  My words were more breath than anything, my eyes boring into hers. She paused, her pussy clenching hard on my fingers just before she shook her head slowly. Decidedly.

  Perfectly.

  I leaned in and bit her lip as I sped up my hand, as I pressed my thumb hard against her clit and worked her pussy in earnest. She gasped and rocked, not even pulling away from me as the handle jiggled, as someone checked to see if the door was locked or not. She didn’t care if they got in, and neither did I. Though I was glad I’d remembered to actually lock the fucking thing. No way was I stopping. No way was I giving up the feel of her pussy soaking my hand. I wanted to make her come, needed it, and no one was going to keep me from that moment.

  The rattling of the handle stopped, the footsteps retreating back down the hall, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but my hand and Harper’s wet, swollen pussy.r />
  “I know you want to be loud,” I said just as I flicked my thumb over her clit and pressed hard on that spot inside her. Her pussy clenched once around my fingers, locking tight as she trembled. I didn’t let up, though. I pushed deeper, moved my fingers faster, and pressed down hard on her clit. “Let me hear you, doll. Let me know how good I make you feel.”

  Harper came with a squeal that probably could have been heard in the chapel, that could likely bring back whoever had been in the hall, though I didn’t care. I was too focused on how beautiful she was in that moment. How completely unrestrained and free. How fucking out of control.

  “That’s it, doll. Come for me. Can’t wait to feel this on my cock. Though, I think I’d prefer it on my tongue first.” I worked her through her orgasm, massaging her clit and pussy until the clenches tapered off. Until she practically collapsed against me. “What do you think? Should I eat you before I fuck you? Would you ride my face like you just rode my hand?”

  She groaned and dropped her head to my shoulder, mumbling something under her breath. I pulled my fingers from inside her, cupping her still, not ready to give up the access she’d gifted me. Wishing I could slide deep inside her right then and fuck her until I got to feel that hot, tight heaven come on my cock.

  But that wasn’t in the cards right then.

  Rucked up, sexed up, sated, and not-quite-coherent, Harper whimpered and rolled herself against my palm. “Why are you stopping?”

  “Should I keep going?” I slid a finger against her clit, grinning when she shivered at the touch.

  “I was more worried about you.” She ran her hand along my cock, making me groan at the thought of all the things I wanted her to do to it. But not yet. Not today. I had plans, and they were going to take a little bit more time.

  I grabbed her hand, pressing it harder against where I was so aching for her, before bringing a finger from my other hand to my lips. It was still wet from her, still smelled like her. As she watched, I pushed the finger into my mouth. Sweet and salty, the taste of her exploded on my tongue just as I’d known it would. It was everything I’d imagined and more, everything I’d dreamed of when I pictured her laid out before me with her legs spread and my face between her thighs. I practically groaned.

  When I slid the finger back through my lips, I leaned close once more. Letting her feel how hard I was for her. Letting her smell herself on my breath as I whispered, “I want to have you for dessert before I fuck you, but that means I need to take you to dinner first.”

  She blinked, her entire body stiffening as I watched, and then she pushed me away. Her emotional shield slid down once more, her eyes going flat and her body closing to me. Fuck, that obviously wasn’t what she was ready for. My Harper—the one who’d challenged me to make her come, the one who’d fucked my hand while kissing me with such passion—was gone. The woman straightening her clothes and patting her hair into place was closed off, uninterested, and done.

  “Thanks for the offer, but dinner isn’t an option. I need to get back to the store.” She pushed me away, heading for the door without even looking my way. The fabric of her skirt tugged taut across her ass, her hips swinging. All attitude again. Her denial of us was expected and totally dismissible. I’d caught her off guard when I’d taken charge, and Harper Davis didn’t seem to like giving up control. She’d learn, though. Soon enough, she’d figure out how to deal with me when I was the one leading us.

  Soon enough, she’d be mine. I’d make damn sure of it.

  I couldn’t get out of the church fast enough. I didn’t pay attention to see if anyone was around before I pushed through the back door and hurried around the side of the building and across the street, straight to the shop. With a distracted wave to Chris and Genesis, who’d arrived in the time I’d been gone, I escaped into my office, shut the door, and collapsed into my chair.

  Holy shit, what had just happened? I mean… Holy. Shit. Had Noah actually just fingered me in the same building he gave the Sunday sermon? Had I actually let him?

  For months, we’d been circling each other—me teasing him until he’d snap and storm off, leaving me utterly pleased with myself, then we’d rinse and repeat. We had a good thing going. Easy. Predictable. Except this time, he’d turned that predictability on its head. This time, he hadn’t stalked off. This time…he’d teased back.

  Hadn’t been much teasing in what he’d done, though.

  I closed my eyes, transporting myself back to that darkened office, stale with nonuse. He’d been firm and hard against me, and if I hadn’t had the wall against my back, I wasn’t so sure I’d have been able to support myself. Not when his words had met my ear. Not when he’d groaned low and deep as he’d touched my pussy for the first time. And jesusfuck had he touched it. I’d just had the hottest orgasm of my entire life—and I’d had the privilege of having some spectacular orgasms in my years—by a man who I’d assumed was a caged lion.

  Turned out he wasn’t so caged, after all.

  And not only was he not caged, he was apparently ready and willing to do dirty, dirty things to me.

  I sucked in a breath, my exhale shuddering through my lips as I dropped my head into my hands. That was fine, right? No big deal. It wasn’t like Noah was any different from any other guy I’d been with, barring the major exception—that he spent his days in a church instead of an office.

  No big deal.

  Weird, turned out repeating it over and over to yourself didn’t actually make it a reality. I was afraid no big deal was actually a very big deal.

  What I needed right now was definitely not to be alone. I needed someone who could give it to me straight. Someone who would tell me how fucking crazy this was and tell me to get my mind out of the land of amazing orgasms and forget about a hookup with the pastor.

  A hookup. With the pastor.

  Well, at least Grandma would be happy because I’d definitely come closer to Jesus.

  Once I made it out into the front section of the store, Chris had already gone home for the day, and Gen was busy straightening a new display of glass dildos.

  “My God, these look fantastic, don’t they? I’m definitely buying one of these bad boys tonight. Brandon will flip when I bring it—” She straightened as soon as she looked at me over her shoulder. “What’s with the face?”

  “I just did something I probably shouldn’t have.”

  She looked me up and down, a smirk drawing her lips to the side. “Well, if that something was get laid—because you definitely have that Just Got Laid glow about you—then I say, lies. You should. Always.”

  “Not laid. Not exactly.”

  With a grin, Gen left the display to settle into a chair at the front and gestured for me to take the seat across from her. Fitting, really, that I’d discuss this, even vaguely, while sitting on the furniture left from my grandmother.

  “I can work with ‘not exactly.’” Gen clasped her hands together and leaned toward me once I sat down. “Tell me everything.”

  Everything? No, I definitely couldn’t do that. It wasn’t every day someone got fingered by the pastor, and I was sure Noah would want a little discretion. He’d said he was going to take me to dinner this week, but I assumed that was code for swing by my place after dark, slip in and slip out without anyone the wiser. He had his career to worry about—his whole life, really. Being a pastor wasn’t like being an accountant. It wasn’t just a job. It was a lifestyle…a commitment. That was something I couldn’t wrap my head around. I could barely commit to a hairstylist.

  Besides his life, this situation wouldn’t exactly bode well for my already meager reputation. Not if I was caught sullying Temperance Falls’ favorite pastor.

  “I did something,” I said.

  “Yeah, I figured that much.” Gen rolled her eyes. “Get to the part with the orgasms.”

  So grateful for a moment of levity after all these confusing emotions swarming around in my head, I laughed. “I will, but I need to talk this out first.”
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  “Here for it. Now spill.”

  “There’s this guy. We’ve sort of been…circling each other. For months.”

  “Months, huh? That’s some serious foreplay.”

  That was the damn truth. Explosive foreplay. Could that have been why the orgasm had been so powerful? That and the fact that it was so…forbidden? I’d gotten off in some pretty risqué places, but never a church. That was taboo even for me.

  I nodded. “I’ve always assumed he was sort of off-limits, so it was like playing without any of the consequences, you know?”

  “Is he married?” Gen held up her hands before I could respond. “No judging from me, just trying to get a feel for the sitch.”

  “No, no, nothing like that. His…job wouldn’t really take kindly to him being with me.”

  “Because of Sin? Well, that’s some bullshit.”

  Sin was what it was, all right. And it had nothing to do with my shop.

  “Anyway, today he proved something between us wasn’t quite as off-limits as I thought it was. I pushed his buttons like always, but this time…”

  Gen leaned closer to me, her eyes bright. “Yeah?”

  “It was like he snapped. He took me into the place he worked and gave me the most intense orgasm of my life.”

  “Holy shit…he fucked you at his work even with the whole”—she waved a hand around—“situation?”

  “Not fucked, no. Fingered.”

  “He fingered you to your most intense orgasm? Whoa. Those are some magic fingers.”

  “I know, right? If you’re not fingering with your tongue, you’re doing it wrong. But holy shit did this guy do it right.” I shifted in my seat, remembering his words, the feel of his fingers stretching me, his thumb insistent on my clit as he worked me up and pushed me right over the edge without hesitation.

 

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