Page 49 of Only for the Season
“I-I-I wouldn’t say no,” she stutters.
“The question is. Do you want dinner first?”
She doesn’t hesitate to answer, “I have a tray full of cookies not pretty enough to sell. We can snack on those if we get hungry.”
Good enough for me. I switch on the car and whip out of the parking spot.
She giggles as she reaches for the handle to steady herself. “There’s no hurry.”
Every inch of me aches for her. “Disagree.”
“At least slow down so you don’t run over Sammy.”
“Who the hell is Sammy? Another ghost?”
“Don’t be silly. Sammy isn’t a ghost. Sammy’s a seal.”
I cough to hide my amusement. I don’t want Parker to think I’m making fun of Smuggler’s Hideaway again. “A seal?”
“Yep. Sammy doesn’t think much of being on his own in the ocean. He prefers to laze around the island and get fed by the locals and tourists.”
“Where’s his home?”
“He doesn’t have one. He enjoys sleeping in the middle of the road and on people’s porches.”
“And I thought Viking was bad.”
“No making fun of my otter.”
She slaps my chest. I capture her hand and thread my fingers through hers. Holding hands usually feels juvenile to me, but I can’t stop myself from touching Parker. Not even when I’m driving and should be paying attention to potential seal sightings.
We fall into silence. I don’t know why Parker is quiet but personally, I’m finding it hard to think and drive while all of the blood in my brain has moved south to my cock.
We arrive in Smuggler’s Rest in less than ten minutes. I park behind the bakery. I was supposed to return the rental car this evening but I don’t give a shit about late fees or whatever penalties they throw at me. I have more important matters to handle. Such as making Parker scream.
She reaches for her door handle but I stop her. “Wait for me.”
She holds up her hands. “Alrighty then.”
I don’t know why I told her to wait for me. I don’t usually open women’s doors for them. The act creates expectations and I’m all about making certain no woman has any expectations when it comes to me.
I open her door and she smiles up at me as she takes my hand while I help her out of the vehicle. I draw her near until her body slams into mine. She fits perfectly against me. I never would have thought a woman who’s half a foot shorter than me would fit me perfectly but she does.
She shivers and I realize we’re standing outside in the cold. “Come on. Let’s warm you up.”
I shackle her wrist and lead her to the loft. She rushes to keep up with me but I don’t slow down. I can’t. My cock is in charge now.
Once we’re upstairs, I slam the door shut before pressing her to it.
“Two choices.”
She lifts a brow. “Which are?”
“I can fuck you against the door with your dress pulled up around your waist. Or I can fuck you in the bed.”
“Why can’t we do both?”
I moan. This is my kind of woman. Someone who enjoys sex and isn’t ashamed of it.
