Page 60 of Forbidden Game

I might not be ready to open the door to my heart, but I’ll crack the window open.

Honestly, I don’t know what any of this means. Where this is going to leave us tomorrow or next week or a year from now. There is a sliver of me that worries if I’m being selfish. If I’m ruining everything for just a moment of indulgence.

But, God, indulge I do.

Parker tastes like the sweetest dessert, and his touch slides against my skin like melting chocolate. He tilts my chin up, angling me in the way that he likes, as his tongue dances on my bottom lip sending a shock through me. I open up and let his tongue swoop in, our tastes merging as one. I lose myself to him, and my head turns dizzier with each passing second.

I inch closer to him, seeking more, taking everything he is giving me.

Our feet get stuck in the sand, and we fall to the ground, Parker letting out a playful curse while a giggle escapes my chest.

I feel free.

That weight that is always pressing on my shoulders, that anxiety that is constantly swirling in my stomach, that voice in my head that never quiets…it all slowly fades away with each forbidden kiss.

Since when does sinning feel like salvation?

I take advantage of my momentary lapse in judgment and swing on top of Parker, angling my legs on either side. The sand digs into my knees, and my skirt rides so high up my thighs that I wouldn’t be shocked if my ass was on display. But for once, I don’t care.

No regrets.

Parker’s sea blue eyes widen as I hover above him.

Damn, he’s a pretty thing.

Who was I kidding, telling myself I was immune to his good looks?

I’m the biggest liar of them all.

He gives me a devilish smirk as his eyes darken like the ocean behind us. It’s all the warning I get before he pulls me into a bruising kiss. My chest presses against his, and I feel his body rise and fall. Our breaths become a tangled mess of heavy sighs and desperate moans.

His tongue darts out and traces a path up my neck, and there is no stopping the unfiltered groan of desire from tumbling out of me as pleasure shoots through my core.

He grabs the shoulders of my jacket, peeling the fabric off my body and tossing it next to us. I shiver momentarily as the sea breeze rolls over my body before his hot hand loops under my blouse and around my waist, burning into my bare skin. His simple touch causes my blood to heat, and a wave of molten desire begins flowing through my body.

I want more of it.

I want his hands everywhere.

His touch moves lower, toying with the waist of my skirt until he runs his hand over my ass, cupping it strongly.

“God, I love your ass,” he mutters against my lips before giving my cheek a squeeze. My stomach swoops at the action, and my center heats with a telltale wetness.

His hand snakes lower, settling itself in that fold between my thigh and pussy, his fingertips dangerously close. I battle against the desire swirling within me and the small sliver of sanity I still possess. I reach down and push his hand away. He pulls back, his hand resting on my hip, but he gives me a puppy dog pout.

“Nope, not happening,” I chastise, placing a kiss to his neck before diving back to his soft lips.

There was no way I was getting caught having sex on the beach or anything adjacent. That gave me more anxiety than pleasure. I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet. I was barely wrapping my head around whatever this was with Parker. Any more would short-circuit my system.

Plus, I’d gotten enough of an eyeful of Parker’s dick a few weeks back to know I was not ready for that.

I fight my way through the haze of lust clogging every inch of my lungs.

I give him one last long kiss, dragging his top lip into my mouth with a bite before rolling off him onto the hard sand. Parker reaches out and grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth and placing a soft kiss on the knuckles before holding it to his chest. Warmth spreads throughout my body, matching the pink horizon bleeding across the sky.

None of this feels real.

“What are you thinking about?”

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