Page 37 of Just One Bite
His lips tease mine, then he moves to my jaw. It’s like we’re picking off where we left off in the maze, conveniently forgetting everything else.This is good for our cover.That’s why I let him continue.
It has nothing to do with how hot he is on my cool skin. Or how when he’s near, the part of my brain that’s constantly working overtime just flips off.
Yearning simmers under my skin and hollows out my abdomen, and it’s amplified by Parker’s breath. He understands it all, and every breath I forfeit, he’s there to fill with his own, teasing me at my hairline and ear.
His kiss hits my jaw, then he tilts my chin to gain access to my neck. He’s testing my reaction. First, it’s a kiss. Then he uses his tongue.
I breathe out a strangled whisper. But it’s not a no. Not a protest.
Warm and wet, his tongue caresses toward my ear, and my breathing becomes shallow and my fingernails dig into his arm.
“Relax,” he whispers. “You’re always so tense.”
My shoulders fall from my ears, and I let him lead. The throbbing of my heart travels down my thighs when he groans hungrily.
I wonder his reason. I wonder my own. This doesn’t make sense. Maybe this is about the dream. I have one sex dream about Parker, then he gives me a little attention, and I cave. I like the simplicity of that explanation even if it’s embarrassing.
Parker kisses my lips, and my mind goes blank. His tongue slips in my mouth, and he licks my teeth. I grip his shirt, suddenly desperate to give him a little more.
I shouldn’t be kissing him while no one is around. Because if I’m not kissing him for our cover, it just means I’m kissing him. Still, I let it last, savoring each stroke of his tongue and the smell of his hair when he’s pressed up against me.
I’m floating in the heady air between us when I lay my head back against the wall.
“Stay in my room tonight.” He presses his forehead against mine, and his eyesare glowing yellow in the dim flickering lights of the hallway.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes. Don’t make me beg. You don’t smell enough like me. It’s making me crazy.”
“I’ll think about it.” It’s a terrible idea. I can’t trust myself with him, and this is more than enough proof for me. I don’t allow myself to think about being in his bed. I need actual sleep. It’s been such a long day and—
“I’ve got snacks. Warm bed. Clean sheets. Can we go now? Please?”
“Are you begging me?” I tease.
“You like that idea, don’t you? Me getting on my knees for you.”
He leans back to look at me. Heat pools in my gut, and I swallow. I need to go before my resolve crumbles.
“I have to get up early,” I say, peering down the hall. He doesn’t care; his lips are at my throat again. I should tell him to stop, but I like the way it feels when his lips move to my ear, so much so, I let my head fall back. I like the way he smells, the way his fingers dig into my hips. When I don’t answer, he moves lower on my collarbone, and I let him. I don’t know why, but I do know I shouldn’t be in his bed, brushing up against him. There’s a variable I’m missing that comes into play every time he touches me. It changes everything.
My body jolts when his tongue reaches my collarbone and his kiss turns to a light suction. It’s good. It’s so good.
“Please, Olivia.” He nuzzles into the hollow of my neck. The yearning in his voice makes my heart hammer. “If you’re in my bed all night, you’ll smell like me. That’s the easiest way.”
I sigh, pushing him off me and finally gaining back my sanity. I don’t need to know the other ways. I need to get in my own bed.
“I’ve thought about it. No.”
He pulls back and chuckles in defeat. “Fine, but I’m giving you one of my blazers to wear around campus.”
“It will swallow me.”
“It will be so hot. Please.”
My cheeks heat and I sigh. “Fine.”
He shrugs off his blazer, places it over my shoulders, and walks me to my room. And even long after he leaves me, I still feel him all over me.
