Page 137 of The Wrong Heart

My throat swells with emotion, hating that he thinks I’ll judge him or think any less of him once I see his scars.

Despite my desire for more, forallof him, I nod my head through the veil of darkness, conceding to his request.

Parker releases a sigh, part relief, part something else, and then he’s climbing onto the bed with me, his knees on either side as we shift into a comfortable position. He leans over me until I’m blanketed with his warm skin, our bare bodies finally touching, my breasts flush against the hard planks of his chest. The contact does something to me—almost more than I can bear—and I arc upwards, my spine bowing, trying to get even closer. Trying to crawl inside his skin and build a home.

He trembles against me with a soft groan, his hands moving to cup my face as my legs instinctively loop around his middle. His erection lies heavy between us, causing me to throb with a kind of need I’ve never felt before. Inching my hips up, a demand more than a query, Parker reaches between us and situates himself at my opening, so wet and wanting.

“Please…” I’m nothing but a begging, quivering mess, my fingers sifting through his thick hair while he cradles my jaw.

His thumbs dust over my cheekbones as he leans in to kiss me, and when our mouths lock together, his tongue and cock thrust inside, filling me completely. Making me whole. Our moans are instant, unbridled, only hindered by our desperate, tangling tongues.

Parker’s hips rock against me, slow and deep, and I feel him everywhere— in my heart, my throat, my womb, in every yearning, buzzing cell.

His forehead presses to mine when he pulls back from my mouth, his fingertips digging into my cheeks as he holds me steady, his hot breath hitting my lips with every longing groan. Our eyes are fixed together, and even through the cloud of darkness, I can see the intense emotion staring back at me. The toe-curling connection.

God,it’s too much.

My body is too sensitive, my soul too bare.

The intimacy is so thick, it hovers between us like a third party. A witness. The emotional avalanche to my senses is so brutal, so violent, a cry breaks through my lips, and I’m not sure whether I should tighten my hold to stay afloat, or push him away and swim to shore.

I cling.

My hands sweep across his bare shoulder blades, my thighs cinching us in a lethal clutch. Parker moves harder, deeper, our hearts galloping beneath our ribs, hands gripping and latching on to every reachable inch.

“My Melody,” he whispers against my mouth, moaning softly when my core clenches around him. “My Magnolia. My moon.”

Every aching piece of me weeps with adoration.

With joy.

With…love.

I arch my neck, sighing when his lips graze along my jaw until he finds my throat. He bathes me in hot kisses, his tongue sweeping over the crest. Finding my voice, I croak out, “Did you see the sunrise this morning?”

Parker doesn’t waver as he nicks my neck with his teeth, then lifts his head until we’re face-to-face, still moving inside me. “I did,” he whispers back, finding my eyes in the dark. “But I don’t think I saw what you saw.”

Inhaling a sharp breath, I lift up to kiss him, soft and brief. “What did you see?”

We both groan at the same time when Parker angles his hips, hitting me just right, in that sensitive, tingly place. I feel myself unraveling.

Swallowing, he continues to thrust, pushing my hair back from my forehead and holding me anchored. “I saw you,” he says, quiet but firm. “I see you in every sunrise. Beauty… promise.” He thrusts hard, and I shake and shiver. “A fresh start. A new beginning.”

I whimper, hardly hanging on. “Parker…”

“I love you, Melody.”

My gasp triggers a hot wave of tears, his face blurring above me as my eyes water.

Parker’s voice is strained, almost desperate. “I fucking love you,” he says ardently. “Just… know that.”

“I—”

“No.” He presses his lips to mine and murmurs, “You don’t have to say it back.”

But I want to.

His tongue slips between my lips, stealing my words away, and his pace quickens, his strokes becoming more hurried. Parker dips to my ear and whispers with command, “Now, I want you to come all over my cock.”

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