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Tears of pleasure gather in her eyes as I strum my fingers inside her. I can’t stop watching her eyes. Those gold and violet pools drip with tears of pleasure. The silent pleading for more of me. Her body is calling to me, begging me to please her, and I want to. I will. Whatever she wants, for however long.
When the door closes again, she keeps her grip on my forearm.
I smile. “You don’t want me to stop?”
With flushed cheeks, she shakes her head.Fuck.I’ve never wanted a girl this badly.
“You smell like you need me all the time, Olivia. It’s like you’re screaming for me.”
My cock is hard as I press into her; and she shudders when I trace her bottom lip with my thumb and open her mouth slightly. The image of her getting on her knees in front of me is now at the front of my brain, and my entire body tingles. I wonder if she would or if she wants to please me as much as I want to please her.
I pull my fingers out, and she groans.
“You need me,” I say, licking the skin on her neck.
“Yes,” she breathes.
My fingers slip back inside her one at a time.
“Parker.Please.”
“Tell me. Say the words, baby.”
“I need you.” Her voice is a whimper.
“You need me … where?”
“Inside me.”
“You want more than my fingers, don’t you?”
She nods, tears of pleasure break free and roll down her cheeks. Her scent is stronger the longer we stay this close. Her heart is frantic, but there’s no hint of fear or worry. This is full trust, and with every glorious stroke inside her, she letsgo a little more.
“You’re so beautiful.” I lean in with a groan and breathe hard into her neck before I lick the tear from her cheek. “We’ll get there.”
It’s not a matter of if, it’s when. Her admission should be shocking, but it’s not.
Our bodies are both screaming for the connection. Getting inside her will be a religious experience, and I’m ready, but she’s not, so I can wait.
I remove my fingers.
“W-when?” She swallows.
I raise a brow. I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. Is this still casual for her? Maybe the bigger question is, could I be casual after that? Watch her give another guy attention without the urge to kill him?
I’ll give her whatever she wants. Even if it guts me after, when she decides it’s over.
I have her now. That has to be enough. But I should ask her. I will … tonight.
“When you ask me to.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Olivia
I don’t want to know what I look like. A mess, probably. Dazed expression. Open. Vulnerable.
My chest is tight, but Parker helps me with my clothes before planting a kiss on my forehead, and that makes any uncertainty dissolve. We’re still close, chest to chest in the bathroom stall.
