Page 29 of Only Ever You
He pointed to his side, where my fingertips rested lightly. “Cut myself on a branch. No big deal.” Gesturing to his knee, he added, “That was a mean rock. I’ve been lucky.”
“These happened when you were fighting fires?”
He nodded as he turned slightly. My eyes landed on a jagged scar on the side of his back. A surprised gasp escaped. My fingertips traced along the angry scar.
“What happened?”
“That was a burning branch dragged across my back.” He turned back around. “That’s it. Other than a few bruises here and there, but those fade.”
My palm fell to his chest, gratified to feel the rapid drumbeat of his heart. “I know you love your job,” I said softly, “but I want you to be safe.”
He curled his hand over mine, his gaze intent. “I’m safe. I promise.”
My hand fell away as he stepped closer and cupped my cheeks as he brought his lips to mine, once again claiming my mouth in a devouring kiss. Parker’s kisses made my thoughts go up in smoke. Finally, the sensation I’d been craving, the feel of my skin pressed against his, was a full body experience. The subtle prickle of the hair on his chest brushing my breasts drew my nipples to tight points.
His palm slid down to curl around my waist, and I felt the hard length of him pressed against the soft curve of my belly. The sensation between my thighs was liquid and slick. I whimpered into our kiss as his tongue tangled with mine before we broke apart. We were both gasping for breath.
“Luna,” he rasped.
“What?” I whispered.
“I want to take this slow, but I’m not sure I can.”
We were pressed tightly together, and I could feel my heart racing along with his. “It’s okay. I’m in a hurry too,” I said fervently.
His lips curled at the corners in the barest hint of a smile before he nudged me back with a knee, and my hips bumped against the back of my bed. One kiss melted into the next, his lips blazed a burning path down my neck. He teased my breasts, sucking one nipple in and then the other. The sensation of his teeth grazing over them drew a sharp cry from me as the feeling sizzled right to my core.
I was restless, needy, and begging. “Parker, please…”
“Right here, sweetheart,” he murmured against my belly as he levered me back.
He dusted hot kisses on the inside of my thighs, and I was trembling as his fingertips trailed over my panties.
I was generally practical when it came to clothes, but I loved silk and lace panties. The silk was so wet that it clung to me. He muttered something against my thigh, and I cried out whenhe pushed the silk to the side and teased his fingers through my drenched folds. He murmured something that I could’ve sworn was, “Oh, fuck me.”
“You could do that,” I hopefully answered.
Parker chuckled as he lifted his head with a ragged breath. Alarm bolted through me when he started to move away. He snagged his jeans off the floor, reaching for his wallet. When he started striding back, he had a condom packet in hand.
He tossed it on the bed beside me. “Thinking ahead,” he explained.
I reached out, sliding my hand over the ridge of his arousal. He closed his eyes. I decided to take matters into my own hands, literally. Curling my hands over the edge of his boxers, I tugged them down over his thighs swiftly. I was feeling entirely inexperienced, having never made it all the way, so to speak. When I saw the glistening bead of his arousal, I leaned over and licked it.
Parker let out a guttural groan and began to say something else, but I didn’t wait. I leaned forward, closing my mouth over the tip and sucking it in. His fingers laced into my hair, he gripped tightly.
“Luna,” he groaned.
I sucked him in, curling my hand around his length as I savored the salty flavor that broke across my tongue. I loved that I could take control like this. Again and again, I sucked him in, stroking my hand up and down his length with each motion. I could feel him beginning to tighten, his body trembling. When he growled my name again and let out a sharp sound, I drew him in once more, taking in his release.
When I leaned back, lifting my eyes to his, he took a shaky breath. “Holy hell,” he muttered.
I bit my lip as I smiled up at him, feeling a surge of power that only deepened the arousal inside, spinning into the fiery needsnapping and crackling inside of me. The next few moments were rushed.
Parker dragged my panties down, pressing my knees apart as he lifted his eyes to mine, his gaze dark. “Your turn.”
More than ready for my turn, I cried out when he brought his mouth to my sex, two fingers sinking into the core of me. Yet again, it was one sensation melting into the next. His tongue teasing me, my channel rippling and clenching around his fingers, a sense of restlessness unspooling inside as I trembled. My hands gripped the comforter, flexing and unflexing, crying his name in ragged gasps. Finally,finally, he gave a little pressure right over my clit with his thumb and then sucked it in. The pleasure drew so tight I almost couldn’t bear it before it broke through me in piercing rays as I cried out.
Trembling, I watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he rose up, rolling a condom on. He eased me further back onto the bed, whispering, “Are you sure?”
