Page 12 of Pumpkins for Parker
I set her down on the bed, and she sinks into the mattress like she belongs here. Which she does.
“Parker,” she breathes. “I need you.”
“I know. I need you too, Vesper.”
She looks up at me, wide-eyed and full of expectations, and fuck if that doesn’t make me want to ruin her in the best possible way.
I climb over her, cage her in with my arms, and kiss her again. A bit slower this time, but no less desperate. Her hands slide up under my shirt, and her fingertips graze over my back. I groan into her mouth. I want her to touch me. Everywhere.
I tug the shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. Her eyes drag down my chest like she’s memorizing every line. Then she sits up and pulls off her shirt and bra. I bite out a curse at the sight of her bare skin. Her breasts are gorgeous, her nipplesstanding upright, waiting for me to touch them. Her soft belly is beautiful too, and I can’t wait to press myself against her skin.
“Christ, Vesper.”
She’s perfect. And mine. Every damn inch of her.
I lean in and kiss her neck, her collarbone, and her breasts. Then I close my mouth over her nipples and lick them. I take my time to taste her and nearly lose it. I’ve got to have her. All of her. She arches into me, and I know that I’m not the only one who’s been going a little crazy since that first moment in the pumpkin patch.
“You sure about this?” I ask, even though I’m already completely gone for her.
Her hand curls around the back of my neck. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”
That’s all I need to know. I make quick work of the rest of our clothes. Her jeans. My belt. Her underwear. I toss every piece of clothing on the ground until nothing is between us but hunger and that sexy look in her eyes that guts me completely.
When I settle over her, she wraps her legs around my waist, urging me closer right away.
“Don’t take it slow, Parker.”
I grunt as I sink into her slowly, savoring the moment, loving the way she gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders. Fuck. So good.
“God,” she moans. “You feel…”
“Perfect,” I finish for her. “We’re a perfect fit.”
I move inside her with steady, deep thrusts, and her body meets me like we were made for each other.
With every thrust of my dick, her moans grow louder, higher, and more desperate. I watch every flicker of pleasure across her face like it’s the most important thing I’ve ever seen. Because it is. She deserves to be worshipped. To be pleasured.
By me.
“You’re mine now,” I murmur into her ear. “No one else gets you. No one else gets to touch you or see you like this. Only me.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Only you.”
I shift to angle my hips just right, and she cries out my name. “Parker, you’re going to make me come. Oh, God, I’m…”
She shatters beneath me, her pussy clenching around my dick, and it’s enough to push me over the edge as well. I come hard, spilling into her with a groan.
For a moment, neither of us moves as we try to catch our breath. I roll us to the side, pull her against my chest, and kiss her.
“That was…” she murmurs between kisses.
“Yeah,” I say. “It sure was.”
She grins. “Think we got any usable pictures for the magazine? We got kind of sidetracked during the photoshoot.”
I laugh. “We’ll take more later.”
“Shouldn’t we check on the meat and vegetables? We left it all on the fire.”
