Page 504 of Hate Mates

Without second thought, or perhaps no thought even at all, I put my arms around his neck and kiss him again.

My entire body comes alive in his arms. The heaviness disappears from my shoulders.

His hands move to my waist, and he pulls me even closer as he starts to move me backward into the condo. I’m barely able to push the door shut and I feel him smile against my lips as it closes. Suddenly, I’m hot all over and lust fills every thought that comes to me.

I need him. His hands that slip up my shirt. I need his lips that fall down my neck. I need his warm breath and the masculine moans that fall from his full lips. His lips find mine again and I mold my lips to his, parting them, tasting him and giving in to the desire fully. The kiss deepens as we go until I don’t care where he’s taking me. We could go anywhere at all, and it wouldn’t matter as long as he kept touching me.

Next thing I know, Parker’s laying me out on the couch, pushing my shirt over my head as he goes. His skin on mine is everything. My body sensitized and needy. I want to keep kissing him, but there’s fabric in the way, so I pitch in. Parker’s clothes seem more important than mine to get off, and we’re both so focused on it that it only takes a minute before we’re both naked. The clothes are recklessly tossed and my legs spread for him. Bared to him and aching for his touch.

Parker towers over me on the couch, his gaze searing over my skin, and then his mouth is back on mine.

Then his lips move to the side of my neck.

Then down to my pebbled nipples.

I arch into the sensation of his tongue circling my nipples and his lips teasing them, and then he dips lower and lower and lower until the tip of his tongue flicks against my clit, and then I can’t think anymore. The pleasure rocks through my body like a slow wave and I grip his shoulders to keep myself steady.

It’s too good to be touched this way. Worshipped this way. It’s a deep, intense pleasure that takes control of my whole body. I find his hair with my hands and dig my fingers in, gently pulling him up and whispering his name. I need him closer and closer and closer.

Finally, I need him even closer than he has been, and Parker crawls up over me.

“Please fuck me,” I say into his ear as he finds his angle between my legs. Precum coats the head of his cock. My lips part at the sight of his length.Holy Fuck. I only have a moment before he presses himself into me. “God, you feel so good.”

“You feel like heaven,” he says back, voice husky and broken. The words end in a groan as he pushes deeper inside me. The slow ache is everything I needed and more. A slight pinch of pain but the pleasure is so intense, I can hardly breathe.

He rocks into me, his lips still on my neck leaving opened mouth kisses, his hands gripping my hips as he fucks me with deep steady strokes. Every nerve ending is lit on fire.

Oh, god, he feels even better than heaven. He feels right for me in every way. He feels like the perfect fit, with just enough stretch to remind me I’m alive and just the right shape to hit that spot inside me that makes me feel like my thoughts don’t exist beyond this moment and my nerves are swimming in an ocean of pleasure. Every beat of my heart pushes them deeper into me, and I rock my hips against Parker’s.

It doesn’t take long for the sofa to groan as he thrusts harder and harder. My lips part with strangled moans and I can’t helphow I hold onto him, desperate for more and yet so close to the edge.

“I’m gonna come,” he murmurs, sounding like he barely remembered the words. “Luna. I’m gonna come.”

I’m going to sayme too,but I reach the peak before I can form the words and end up crying out instead, letting my pleasure ricochet off the walls of the condo. Parker moans, too, deeper and in a way I will never forget.

He slows his pace for a minute and rests his head on my shoulder. A cold sweat lingers on my skin.

I could almost drift off.

Then he moves, and the feeling of him between my thighs sparks a new wave ofwant.

Parker picks his head up and grins at me. “Need more?”

“Yeah,” I breathe, and push him back down between my legs.

Chapter Seven

PARKER

It’s almost sunset when I pull a blanket over the two of us on the couch and settle in with Luna tucked close to me, catching my breath. That was … incredible.

I hadn’t planned on doing anything but apologizing and if her crying out my name as she comes is anything to go by, my apology has been accepted. Multiple times.

“Damn,” I say, mostly to the ceiling. We went…several rounds. It’s been at least three hours. Four? Maybe even five. I wouldn’t mind spending another five hours between her thighs.

“Damn,” she echoes, sounding happy and satisfied. There’s a sweet smile on her lips and her cheeks are flushed a beautiful hue. My heart does a little stammering bit in my chest as I pull her in closer and kiss her temple. “That was good. That was…the best I’ve felt in a while.” Her beautiful gaze goes soft and I wish I could keep her here in this moment rather than whatever happened.

Cautiously, I rub her arm, feeling her curl closer to me. I don’t know how to ask her what happened, but I get the feeling I won’t have to if I just have a little patience.

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