Page 138 of Just One Bite
My other strap falls, and he whispers, “Why do I feel like you’d let me strip you right now if I asked?”
“We shouldn’t.”
My phone isn’t near. Searching around, I don’t see any cameras.
“But you’d like me to make you come, wouldn’t you?”
I swallow.
We’re completely alone, and he caresses between my legs, and when I squirm, his fingers move under my suit, touching the sensitive skin there but never where I need him.
“Is this casual, baby? The way you want me inside you right now … Would you say this is fake?”
His tongue runs up my neck until it grazes over his mark. My entire body spasms at the pleasure of it.
“I could make you come like this … from my mark. If you hated me, I’d know. It wouldn’t feel this good.”
I’m shaking my head. Panting. The further I let him go, the more guilty I feel.
But I love him.
I love him.
I love him.
I whimper when he moves his fingers and stops.
“Are you aching that bad for me, baby?”
“Parker. Please touch me.”
“Yeah? Why?” His voice is hard against my ear while he runs his fingers back and forth under the edge of my swimsuit bottoms.
“I need you.” My voice nearly breaks.
It’s an admission to more, and he knows because he melts into me.
“Mate.” His breath rushes over my neck before he sucks. My entire body thrums with need, while his tongue teases the delicate skin. There’s an ache in my breasts and between my legs when his suction grows harder. “You get whatever you want from me.”
The sounds of my panting and the trickling of water echo in the bathhouse, so I whisper his name.
He knows what I want.
Those thick fingers run over my opening, and I’m so close just from his tongue, then he fills me, pressing into me where I ache, and I cry out, the soundricocheting in the empty bathhouse.
For a moment, it’s not enough. I need him buried inside me. I miss him. But he makes it enough. The combination of his tongue on my neck while his fingers are buried inside me draws the orgasm out of me like the snap of a rubber band. That and the memory of him, hands on the headboard, spilling into me.
He kisses my neck while the pleasure spreads through my body, and I ride it out in his arms, gripping the edge of the pool.
His eyes are pure blue. Wide, blown pupils, but soft and contemplative. It’s all him.
“You know, I could do so many things right now, including bending you over the side of this and giving you exactly what you want, but I’m playing the long game and finally claiming what is mine. Tomorrow. No more faking.”
I lean against him, closing my eyes.
“Parker, I … I did mean it. I love you. That wasn’t a lie.”
I don’t know what it changes, but I need him to know. No matter what happens from here on out, Parker has to know it was never fake for me, and I do want it to work even if I’m a coward. There’s a part of me that still believes. He makes me want to.
