Page 81 of Someday You Learn

“Fuck,” he mutters, closing his eyes. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“Then what do you want?”

His eyes snap open, locking on mine as I wait with bated breath for him to speak.

Say something, Parker. Tell me what you’re feeling.

He hesitates, his throat bobbing as if he’s swallowing words that refuse to stay down. And then he snaps.

“I fucking want you, woman! There! Is that what you wanted to hear? That I can’t stop thinking about you? That having you in my house makes me consider something I haven’t let myself think about in years? That wanting you scares the ever-loving shit out of me?”

A sigh of relief escapes my lips because, even though I can hear the turmoil in his words, he said exactly what I needed to hear—that these feelings racing through me aren’t one-sided.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I needed to hear, Parker. Now shut up and kiss me.”

Hedoesn’t hesitate, pulling me into his chest fully and covering my mouth with his. His kiss is possessive, desperate, and luxurious, the kind of kiss you feel all the way down to your toes. When his hands move to the back of my thighs, I jump into his arms and wrap my legs around his waist as he turns and sets me on the counter. Being back in this position reminds me of the night I stole a kiss, but this time, I hope to God he doesn’t shut down again.

“You’ve been driving me crazy, Cashlynn,” he mumbles against my neck as his tongue and teeth mark me.

“I’m sorry,” I say softly, threading my fingers through his hair. “I didn’t know how else to get you to let your guard down.”

He rears back and looks at me. “You make me feel shit, Cashlynn…shit I’ve buried for years and vowed never to feel again.”

“And what happens now?” My voice is barely audible, my heart pounding against my ribs.

“Now…” he says, leaning forward and biting my bottom lip before licking the sting away, “Now I’m going to fuck you again.”

“God yes,” I moan as he tugs my shirt over my head, throwing it across the room before doing the same with his own. He shoves his shorts and underwear to the floor as I shimmy out of mine. Then, he drops to his knees and pulls me forward on the counter so my pussy is right in front of his face.

“I can’t get enough of the taste of you,” he says before licking me from bottom to top, giving my clit the attention it needs, swirling his tongue around the bundle of nerves expertly.

I bury my hand in his hair as he feasts on me, exploring every inch of my pussy, spearing his tongue in and out of me as my entire body clenches and prepares for my release.

I feel two of his fingers circle my entrance, and then he slowly enters me, flicking his tongue over my clit while his fingers curl deep inside of me.

“Oh God. Yes…right there.” My fingers tug on his hair, my stomach tightens as every stroke of his tongue sends me careening higher and higher toward the pleasure I know he can give me—because he’s done it before and nothing has even compared.

“Fucking come on my face, Cashlynn.” His words are muffled, but his command is clear. And with a few more strokes of his fingers, I see stars. Screaming out, I pull Parker’s face into me, soaking up every last tremor.

As my body trembles in the aftermath, he stands up, lining himself up to my core, and slides right in without giving me a second to recover.

“Jesus, fuck,” he groans. Our eyes meet and then we both look down to where we’re joined, watching him glide in and out of me. “Look at you take my cock, Cashlynn. Such a good fucking girl and such a greedy pussy.”

His words send a rush of heat through me, my nails digging into his shoulders as I gasp, “God, Parker… I need you. Don’t stop.”

He smacks my clit, sending a jolt of biting pleasure through my body. I cry out, the sound caught somewhere between a moan and a gasp, as he soothes the sting with slow, circular strokes.

Holy shit.

If grumpy Parker always fucks me like this, I have an entirely new problem to deal with when it comes to resisting this man.

He speeds up, thrusting deep and hard as I hold onto his shoulder with one hand, and put another behind me for support. Throwing my head back, I soak up the feeling of every inch of him pushing in and withdrawing from me. It’s incredible—so flawless that I almost feel like I could come again.

But suddenly, Parker pulls out, helping me down from the counter before spinning me around and pushing my torso down onto the cool marble. Sliding back inside me, he grips my hips for leverage, his fingers digging deliciously into my skin.

My hands are splayed out above my head on the countertop beneath me, my hips digging into the counter with each thrust. Leaning down, Parker presses his chest against my back, lacing his fingers with mine, pinning me to the marble as his lips brush my ear. “Take my cock, baby. Take every fucking inch.”

“God, yes, Parker!” My voice trembles with raw need.

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