Page 58 of Wish You Would

“Greedy girl,” I murmured, letting my breath brush over her. “You want more?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpered, fingers tightening in my hair. “Please.”

“Mmm.” I grabbed her legs and pulled, dragging her down the bed and closer to my mouth, drinking her in with long, luxurious strokes of my tongue. “You taste so good, baby,” I said, head spinning from the magic of her on my tongue. “So much better than my dreams.”

She moaned, holding steady to my head as her hips rose from the bed, as she ground against my mouth, as she took what she needed from me. And, fuck, was it the hottest thing I’d ever experienced.

“Fuck, Parker.” I arched into the mattress to seek some friction for the ache between my legs. “You’re so goddamn hot.” I watched her face as I slid one hand from her thigh and reached between her legs. “Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused, and sought mine. I held her gaze as I slid two fingers into her slick heat. Curling them upward, I sought her sweet spot and stroked as I pulled her clit into my mouth for a long, deep suck.

“Oh, god,” she groaned, throwing her head back again. “Gigi.”

The sound of my name on her lips, tinged with desperation and need, drove me right to the brink. “That’s it,” I said. “Such a good girl.”

Her sounds grew reedy as she dug her heels into the mattress, trying to get closer. To my mouth, to my fingers. I took her unspoken cue and kissed her deeper, circling her clit with my tongue while my fingers increased pressure inside her. I knew she was close when she went silent, frantic hands seeking purchase in the sheets.

Unable to stand it any longer, I thrust my hand into my jeans, fingers stroking my own clit. I moaned as my touch relieved the pressure that had been building for centuries, and the sound vibrating against Parker’s body pushed her over the edge.

“Yes,” she hissed, “oh god, yes.” And then she came, her body tightening around my fingers, pulsating hard and sweet, and that was all I needed to fall overboard, too.

Behind my eyelids, I saw stars. Entire galaxies. Spinning out in space as my body clenched and released, the relief so intense I could cry.

“I—I need,” Parker said, hands scrambling for me as she came down. “I need you.”

I understood exactly what she meant, because I was already moving back up her body, seeking her mouth with a kiss so hungry I feared it’d consume us both. It was a tangle of tongues, a clash of teeth. It was a culmination.

We kissed until our breathing slowed, until our hearts were no longer slamming against our ribs, fighting to get to each other. And then we kissed some more, softer and softer, slowing to gentle presses of lips, until our kisses became smiles became laughs.

“Hey,” I said once the laughter subsided. I pushed her hair away from her sweat-glistened face and brushed my lips over the tip of her nose.

“Hey,” Parker said back, her smile so wide I could dive right in.

Something stuttered in my chest, a warning or a sign, I wasn’t sure. I didn’t care. I could only care about this moment.

This woman.

So I gave in. I pulled her close and I held her tight, welcoming the crash of waves inside me.

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24 PARKER

TRULY MADLY DEEPLY

“So, tell me,” Gigi said, dancing her fingertips over my bare shoulder.

“Hmm?” I looked behind me, where she was curled against me, propped up on one elbow, and smiled. Her short hair was disheveled from my fingers, her lips swollen from…well, everything else. My face heated at the memory, and I turned my head into my pillow so she wouldn’t see.

“Don’t go to sleep on me, Samuels.” She found a sensitive spot near my ribcage and tickled. I squirmed and she laughed, a warm and husky sound that sparked along my spine and settled low in my belly.

How, I thought. How could I still want her? After…well, after everything that just happened?

Everything.

God, it was everything.

Here, in the afterglow of what could only be described as a revelation, I hadn’t even begun to process. What we’d done, what had changed between us. What would happen next.

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