Page 61 of Just One Bite
“I … I’m going to …”
“That’s it. Ride me, Olivia.”
I kiss her as the orgasm rolls through her, then she collapses in my arms.
Chapter Twenty
Olivia
I can’t tell anyone about this, especially not my sisters.
There’s an explanation for why Parker just whispered the words from my dream. There has to be one. One that’s perfectly reasonable and not magical. It’s a simple case of déjà vu. Yeah, one of my classes talked about that. That some things in the universe sync at the same time, and it seems like you’ve experienced the moment before.
This probably happens to everyone and I’m worrying for nothing.
“You are going to smell like me … you could shower, but I like it. And it’s good for our cover.”
I’m having a mental breakdown, and Parker is worried about the way I smell.
He hands me a Quik-Recover box. The taste is sweet and a little like lemon. Every drag of liquid through the straw brings light back into the room. I can’t believe I did this.
“This was abadidea,” I say.
“Why? It doesn’t have to mean anything.”
Have to?Meaning it could. Did he want it to? Did I want it to? I just met him. It’s too early. Too much. I’m stripped down to my underwear and so is Parker. I frantically start the search for my sweater, and Parker hands it to me from the floor.
“I can see you mentally crashing and burning before my eyes. It’s not code foranything. We’re friends. That’s it. I could tell you … needed help just like I did. We helped. Who cares?”
“But I just told you … all of these things.”
“That you think about me while you pick out underwear? We’re attracted to each other. It’s not a big deal. It actually makes this easier.”
“But …”
I moaned his name. I begged for him. It shouldn’t mean anything, but …
The bed shifts with his weight, and he sweeps the hair from my ear. “What are you afraid of? That … I’m going to embarrass you with this newfound information? Use it against you somehow?” He bats his eye lashes, but he’s frowning. There’s a softness about him when he’s serious. His gaze is intense, but I don’t mind it because I know he’s listening.
“No, that’s not it. I trust you, or I wouldn’t have done it.”
I really do, and maybe that’s the terrifying part. This is so unlike me. Coming to university and getting in bed with a man this soon is something I’d have never predicted for myself. Parker wasn’t on my bingo card.
“Good. I like touching you. And you like it when I do. It’s casual.”
He’s right. I’m thinking about this too hard.
I can work with casual. Connected dreams with a man? No. Off the table. I promised myself no distractions if I ever got to go to Doxlothia, and now that I’m here, my entire life is nothing but distractions.
Parker stands in his boxers, and I see him in a new light. His thighs are large and chiseled with muscle, and his broad shoulders contrast his tapered waist. I get a good look at those scars covering his muscular back as he rummages through his wardrobe.
“Is this … a regular thing?” I ask.
“It could be. If you ever want me to help you again. I definitely want to ask you to let me bite you again.”
I’d expected the bite to hurt like when Darien’s teeth tore my flesh, but Parker’s bite was warm from the moment his lips touched my skin, and once he started drinking, the burning desire in my body became unbearable and all I could think about was never wanting him drinking from me to end.
He smirks, and I think he’s looking at my lips. Probably just making sure I finish my drink.
