Page 79 of Once Upon a Fake Date

“Guess you do, huh? You probably know me better than anyone.”

“Yeah.” I liked that. I practically preened at the words.Better than anyone. I liked him better than anyone, too. “You know, formal’s next weekend.”

He nodded. “Yeah.” Parker tapped on his forehead with his finger. “Got it all up here.”

I laughed, throwing a pillow at him. “Okay, dork.”

“Hey, my good memory comes in handy. I’m a quick learner.” He smirked. “Reallyquick.”

My cheeks heated at the insinuation. How quickly he’d gone from quiet and shy to flirty.

That was when I remembered that the only thing I was wearing was my underwear and his sweatshirt, his sheets, and as much as I wanted to go further, now wasn’t the time. Not after last night.

“Well, this was fun.” I got up, pulling his sweatshirt down to mid-thigh, covering everything. Scrambling off his bed, I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “Thanks for breakfast.”

“Okay?” He raised an eyebrow. “That’s it?”

“Uh-huh. We’re taking things slow, remember?” I quirked an eyebrow. “So I’m going to go home and get ready for this week, and then I’ll see you later.” Nodding my head a few times, I took in Parker’s face. He looked shocked.

“So, are we just going to pretend like this never happened?” He rasped, moving to stand in front of me. His frame towered over mine, his brown hair falling onto his forehead as his eyes captured mine, demanding attention.

“No,” I murmured.

Standing up on my tiptoes, I kissed him softly, pulling away to look at his eyes. Did he know how I felt? How desperately I wanted him? How I was trying to be patient because I wanted this to mean something to him like it did for me?

Neither one of us said a word. But his amber eyes bore into mine, and for a second, I thought he was going to pull away. Like we’d just leave it there.

But Parker wrapped his hand around my neck, and then he pulled me back into him, his lips descending on mine. It wasn’t like my soft, uncertain kiss. No. He devoured me with his mouth, passionately kissing me like he couldn’t bear not to.

Like he wouldn’t let me go.

His tongue slipped inside, and heat pooled between my legs.

When we pulled apart, his lips brushed down my neck, and I tilted my head back, letting out a small moan.

“We can still do other things,” he said against my skin.

I nodded.Yes,was right on the tip of my tongue, but I couldn’t seem to get the word out.

“Tell me what to do,” Parker said, his lips caressing my neck in open-mouthed kisses. “Tell me how you like it. I want it to be good for you.”

“It will be,” I reassured him, cupping his jaw.Because it’s you.

“Rosie,” Parker groaned, sliding his hand up my thigh underneath his sweatshirt.

I widened my legs for him, an open invitation for him to touch me. His fingers were hesitant, exploratory, as he dragged them up my inner thigh and over the thin fabric of my panties. I whimpered as he ghosted over my clit, not giving me what I needed.

He hooked his fingers in the waistband before dragging my panties down my hips and kneeling in front of me. Spreading me wide, he kneeled in front of me, pushing the sweatshirt up to my waist and just staring at my bare pussy, perfectly on display for him.

“God,” he murmured, his rapt attention focused on my slit. “You’re so beautiful. So pink.”

I blushed. “Parker...”

“Tell me what you like,” Parker repeated, looking up at me from between my thighs. His soft, brown hair was right there, and it was all I could do to bury my fingers into it. He pressed his lips against the soft, sensitive skin of my inner thigh, eyes still locked on mine. “Want to be your good boy.”

A groan slipped from my lips. “You can—you can use your mouth,” I panted, already so turned on. Needing this. “Taste me.”

“Fuck, yes,” he groaned, leaning in and licking a line up my entrance, like a hesitant first taste. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he muttered against my cunt. I was dripping wet for him, more turned on than I’d ever been in my life, and he hadn’t actually done anything yet.

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