Page 12 of Steamy Dunk
"Is this what you needed, Violet?"
It was a desperate plea for reassurance, but he really didn't need to ask.
"I need it so bad, Parker."
He thrust harder, deeper, making her almost forget her name. This was definitely the best sex of her life and she was going to enjoy every thrust of it.
She looked up at him, his mouth curling into a sexy sneer. He knew the kind of effect he was having on her and he was ready to give her the payoff.
"Fuck, I want to make you come so hard."
What was it about that sentence, about what he wanted for her -- not him -- that made him even more delicious? If he was going to say things like that, he was going to give him what he wanted and she was going to like it.
Parker thrust into her again, her hands tightening on his arms. He sped up, became more erratic, his almost shaking against her as the energy coiled in her belly. He was so close to getting what he wanted, so close to sending her over the edge.
Then he broke her, the waves of pleasure rolling through her as he almost cried out above her as his own rapture took over him.
Parker finally stilled, slowly lowering himself on her body, his breath finally becoming measured again.
He laid down next to her, pulling a blanket off the back of the sectional that she hadn't even noticed was there, and covered them up.
There was small laugh that escaped his lips as he kissed that spot at the base of her neck that sent shivers through her again.
"That was so good, Violet." His hand snaked under his jacket, teasing her soft skin. "Did it make you feel good?"
"Very good."
She turned to see him smiling at her, his hand coming up to brush away her hair that was probably a disheveled mess now.
"Close your eyes and get some sleep then. You earned it."
His command was almost a whisper, and she followed his directions, snuggling closer to him as her body sunk into the cushions.
It was so good. He was so good. Laying there with him with the lake and the moon stretched out beyond the windows was so good.
This definitely was the best date she had ever been on and she was going to enjoy sleeping there.
Then she woke up with Parker still sleeping next to her. What the hell had she done? A one-night stand with a neighbor?
This was a bad idea. Probably a very bad idea. And yeah, she was going to freak out about what a bad idea this had been.
She slowly extracted herself from Parker's arms, haphazardly putting her dress back on. But there was no way she would get those tight spanx and stupid bra on easily again in the dark so she did what any rational woman would do. That tuxedo jacket didn't seem to have deep pockets for all her stuff and was a bit too tailored.
Then she saw a jacket on the back of a kitchen chair with the Chicago Ignition logo that looked plenty big to hide her things and make her escape. Besides, he played for the team. It would probably be much easier for him to replace that than a tailored tuxedo jacket. She would return it later anyway so it wasn't like she was really stealing it. Just borrowing.
Violet slipped out into the hallway and wondered what to do next. She would run into a neighbor if she took the elevator,right? But she grabbed her phone out of her purse. It was two a.m. She would be fine.
The elevator doors slid open to welcome her in and she quietly descended down to her floor.
She had to get some sleep, then pack for her flight to Kansas City tomorrow. She would wait for another day to deal with the fallout of walking out on a hot man who fucked her senseless.
Chapter Five
Parker wasn't sure how he ended up in this position, and he wasn't sure if that pissed him off or made him horny.
It had been almost a week since his night with Violet and it wasn't like that morning after was the first time he woke up alone with a woman sneaking out of his apartment.
So what was it about her sneaking out of his apartment that was bugging him?
