Page 117 of House of Desire

From this day forward, she’ll never have to ask me to kiss her ever again, I promise myself pushing her against the wall and kissing her with everything I am. Her hands go to my belt and she releases my throbbing dick.

I brace one arm against the wall and press my forehead to hers, groaning at how good her soft hand feels. Her honey brown eyes are focused on my face, drinking in my reaction to her ministrations.

“Fuck,” I exclaim, as she adds pressure and twists her wrist as she strokes me. I kiss her, my hands going to her hair, taking control. “We are supposed to be talking.”

“Talk later. What we need is to go to the bedroom,” she pants.

If I was worried about her answer, I’d make us stop. But I’m not, so I bend down and band my arms around the backs of her thighs. She falls over my shoulder with a shout as I stand up.

“Parker! Put me down!” she giggles. She gives me a swift swat on the ass and I return it, getting a moan for my efforts.

“I’ll put you down on the bed and nowhere else,” I tell her, making my way down the hallway.

Kicking the door open, I move through the bedroom by the light coming in from the moon. Anya lets out an “oof” as I unceremoniously drop her down onto the bed.

“You have thirty seconds to get out of that dress before I rip it from your body.”

I unbutton my shirt and drop it to the ground as I kick off my shoes.

“You promised to get me naked,” she says and I pause, my hands on the waistband of my pants.

“I did, didn’t I?” Pushing my pants down my legs, I stand naked in front of Anastasia. Her eyes take in every inch of me, heating my blood.

Man, I love this woman.

I grab her hand and gently pull her up from the bed and place a kiss on her lips. My fingertips trail down her arms before reaching back and taking hold of her zipper. Inch by excruciating inch, I unzip her dress. I think about the last time I did this and how different of a situation we were in.

Her dress pools at her feet and I’m transfixed by her beauty.

“Do you like what you see?” she asks with a smirk.

“The word ‘yes’ seems so inadequate right now. I could look at you like this for eternity and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

She trails her nails down my stomach, making goosebumps rise all over my body. My dick twitches with how much I want to be inside her, but I’m addicted to savoring this moment.

“One day, I’m going to get some whipped cream and cover your abs in it and then I’m going to lick it off.”

“Promises, promises,” I tell her with a smile.

I kiss my way down her neck, gently pushing her back onto the bed and settling between her legs.

“Tell me you want me,” I whisper against her lips.

“I want you,” she says, without a second of hesitation. The best words I’ve ever heard in my life.

I hook my arm under one of her knees, resting it on my shoulder. I settle more fully on her, pushing her knee to her shoulder. My other hand reaches down, aligning myself with her opening.

“Tell me to take you.”

I tease her entrance, dipping the crown of my cock inside her.

“Take me, Parker. Take everything. I’m yours.” The love in her voice makes my throat tighten with emotion.

I push inside her. She stretches around me and I have to take a moment so I don’t come already, the tightness of her position almost too much.

“Parker, if you don’t start moving, I’m going to cry. I need you. Please.”

Pulling out and pushing in, my strokes are sure and strong like they were at the wedding, but without the edge of desperation. Love fills me as I take her, worshiping her.

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