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Too Close
Part Three
He knew that he was getting to her, weakening her defenses with every word and action, nothing mattered now. Not the Centre, not her father, no one. Jarod didn’t care that they were watching them, ready to pounce on him the second he touched her again. He slowly continued to moved closer to her.
Miss Parker took a step back, then another, backing away from him. He was forcing her, she knew that, and hated him for it. Jarod didn't stop, he was still coming closer, invading her space with his body. Driving her backwards further one step, then two, he followed her. It was a dance, a fight, a battle of wills, and she was losing.
Parker could feel it and could not stop herself from saying, "Stop!" He didn’t, Jarod took another step and a small smile curled up the right side of his lips. She watched his mouth, strangely entranced by it, that smirk of his, but before a thought could form he made a another step forward. The action made Parker look down at his chest. His breathing seemed labored, Parker took another set back. She was scared, not that Jarod would hurt her, she knew that he never would, but it was what he wanted from her that frightened her. The dangerous look in his eyes, the want and need she saw there. He was too close to her now, it was insane she told herself, "Jarod, please" she was almost pleading now. One more step backward and she felt the cold hard wall press against her back. She was trapped, no more places to run.
Jarod took another step forward, her plea unheeded. He was beyond caring about who was watching, or what the consequences would be later. He wanted to, needed to, kiss her. He could feel she wanted the same, but she was fighting it, the desires, the feelings. Jarod knew deep down that he should be too, but he wasn't going to, he was tired of fighting it. Jarod stared at her lips, soft, smooth, beautiful. He looked up into her eyes as she came into contact with the wall behind her. Jarod saw the pleading in her eyes, the silent requests to stop, battling with her desire, akin to his own. Her body, shrouded in darkness and his in light, they were like two sides at odds, but hadn’t they always been like that? In one way or another on different sides of the same coin. Destine to always be together, entwined in each others lives.
Parker looked into the shadowy depth of his chocolate brown eyes, losing herself there. She had to leave, get free of Jarod’s intrusive stare. Parker reminded herself that she had to think; Jarod was obviously to far gone or didn’t care where they were, but she could not afford the luxury. It was her life on the line, she who would have to explain what happened here to her father, Raines, maybe even the Triumvirate. They would all see the DSA of this ‘meeting’ between them.
She made a move to the right, trying to slip past him before he got any closer to her, it failed. Jarod quickly shot his left arm up, bracing it against the wall, effectively cutting off her only escape. He was already blocking her to the left with his body, trapping her.
Parker looked up into his eyes again, he realized she was scared, not just for herself but for him. "Its all right, Miss Parker," Jarod whispered to her, closing the gap between them, answering her silent question.
She closed her eyes as his warm breath brushed against her cheeks. He was so close now she could feel the heat coming off his body, her own temperature increasing with the forced intimacy. Jarod had made it clear with his continued advance that he didn't care if they caught him, he'd said as much. She felt her own defenses weakening. Parker had given him the chance to stop, turn away and escape the punishment they would convey on him later. She took a deep breath, lifted her right hand and placing it on his chest. Her hand moved slowly up and down with his chest as he breathed.
Jarod closed his eyes at the touch, soft, gentle and solid. Parker wasn’t pushing him away or fighting anymore; she was giving in, letting it happen. He moved his right hand to her side, his face centimeters from hers. Jarod moved his body in against hers, pressing his knee against her legs, his lips hovering over her left cheek. Jarod moved his left arm from the wall and gently placed his fingers tenderly on Parker's face. Softly caressing her skin with his fingers, his lips gently brushing against her cheek.
Miss Parker felt breathless, unable to breath, smothered by his proximity. No longer was she pressing her back into the wall, instead she relaxed in his embrace, pressing her own form against him. Parker's hand that rested on his chest was slowly moving up towards his neck, her left hand slowly moving up to take its place on Jarod’s chest. She could feel his heart pounding, and knew that her own was matching his pace. Parker lifted her head slighting and gently caressed Jarod’s left cheek with her lips. It was a strange sort of seduction, tentatively caressing, their lips slowly dancing with each other, finding a path to each others mouths.
Miss Parker’s mind was consumed by the scent and feel of Jarod’s body. The last bit of rational thought left Parker's mind as she felt him press into her even more and the electric contact of his mouth kissing her cheek. She felt her heart tighten and her senses take over. She no longer cared that she was in the Centre, that both her and Jarod would pay for this moment. She wanted him, the second she had reached out, put her hand on his chest, she had lost this battle. At that moment, she stopped caring whether or not the world was still turning. Miss Parker’s right hand came down to rest directly over his heart, as her left rose to softly caress his cheek.
Jarod’s lips brushed the left corner of hers. Miss Parker opened her lips a bit more, turning her head slightly, seeking his mouth. Jarod pulled back an inch, opening his eyes, waiting for Miss Parker to do the same. They were coming, he could sense his time was running out. Miss Parker felt Jarod pull back, she opened her eyes. "Parker," Jarod whispered, breathlessly. He leaned back against her, missing the closeness of her, breathing in her scent again.
"Jarod, shhh. . ." Miss Parker placed two fingers against his lips to quiet him. Gently, she ran her fingers over the side of his mouth to his right cheek. Jarod closed his eyes at the touch. Her hand moved up his chest, behind his neck, and she pulled him closer.
Jarod moved his lips again to the corner of her mouth, hesitating briefly. Jarod was scared now, he'd never intended to go this far but he couldn't stop, didn't want to stop. Miss Parker's eyes slowly closed as Jarod tentatively kissed her before breaking the contact for a quick intake of air. Softly, he leaned in and kissed again, moving slightly to fully cover her lips with his own. The warm caresses of his lips on hers sent her mind racing. It was happening! she told herself, as if she needed the reminder that this was no longer only a dream. Jarod’s lips pressed into Parker’s as he lifted his left hand to sliding it into her hair, deepening the kiss. His fingers laced through her hair and moved to hold her head. Parker pressed into the kiss as her passion began to unravel.
The kiss deepened, hungrily claiming each other’s lips, tongues entwining in a sensual dance of their own. Jarod pressed his body against Parker’s, pushing her back up against the gray metallic wall. His knee pressed between her legs as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Miss Parker wanted him more then she had ever wanted a man in her life. The intensity of the situation, the passion and desire between them exploding so quickly it threatened to overwhelm her. Parker’s brain was a haze of desire and wanting and when Jarod pulled his lips away from her hungry mouth she could barely remember to breath.
Jarod's mouth slowly, passionately, kissed a burning trail down her cheek, her jaw, to her neck. Parker wrapped her arms around his shoudlers and tilted her head back to give him more access. Jarod felt her hold on him tighten and he pressed his lips against her neck. He'd dreamed of kissing her a thousand times, he felt as if his heart would explode for the emotions this woman brought out in him. The feel of his hands on her, his lips on hers, it was unbelieveable to him.
The feelings that Jarod was eliciting from her were like a drug, she wanted more, the freedom she felt with him was intoxicating. There was no Centre, no disappointments, no lies here with Jarod. They were free together, fulfilling each others passion and need.
Jarod could feeling the friction of the clothes that separated them, he was consumed with an intense desire for this woman. He had never felt these emotions with anyone, not even with Nia, he was addicted and he wanted all of her. In an instant Jarod knew that he loved her, that Parker was the one who held his heart and soul forever. Jarod starting on the path to her lips again, missing the taste of them, the feel of them on his own. When their lips met again a new passion for each other erupted and Parker let out a soft moan of ecstasy.
As Parker lost herself in the kiss, Jarod moved the hand tangled in her hair down to her neck, his fingers softly caressing their way down to the apex of her satin shirt. A shiver ran through her as Jarod hesitantly toyed with the first button. Parker moved her own hands up tighter around his shoulders, pressing even closer to him. She suppressed a low moan from Jarod with a passionate kiss, her effort to get closer to him had resulted in a brush against his growing arousal. Jarod abandoned the button and moved his hand down to her right breast, gently moving to caress it through the smooth material.
Parker tore her lips from Jarod’s as she gasped at the contact. Her eyes flew open for a second as she looked at him. He moved in again close to Parker’s face, lightly kissing her cheek, her jaw, her neck. Jarod moved his palm down over her hardened nipple, then slowly ascended to capture her lips again. Miss Parker closed her eyes as he continued to caress her breast. Miss Parker softly moaned, opening herself up to the kiss entirely, pulled her right leg up a bit to caress his leg between her thighs, pulling him even closer.
They were so lost in each other, the loud clung of the metal door opening barely registered with either one of them. Jarod was the first to react, he quickly pulled away from her, his pretender instincts taking over immediately as he backed away. Turning, he faced the three men that walked into the lab. Sweepers, of course. It had all been worth it, whatever they did to him, he thought suddenly as he turned back to look at Parker. Standing close to the wall, flushed, breathless, desire still in her eyes.
Parker’s eyes opened as Jarod pulled away, she straightened her stance as she took in the chaos of emotions playing on Jarod’s face as he turned back to look at her. Parker’s brain was still a haze of emotions as she watched the three sweepers grab Jarod and pull him toward the door. She started to follow, more out of an instinct to follow Jarod then anything. She still wanted him, that desire had not yet left her being. Parker pulled the rest of her foggy brain together as she caught her breath. Then a man she knew very well entered the lab after the sweepers had gone through with Jarod.
Mr. Parker walked up to his daughter, trying to hide the slight look of disgust on his face. His voice low and ruff, "Angel, come with me." Without another word he turned and left the SIM lab, expecting her to follow. She did.