Page 70 of Desired Hearts
I almost said, “And you?” but thought better of it. I knew the answer and didn’t need to press. We weren’t even officially dating, and the last thing I wanted was another broken heart. And yet…
“Which of them do you think we crack first?” I asked, hoping Parker hadn’t noticed my hesitation.
“Whew, that’s a tough one. Is neither an option?”
I would have answered, but Parker had leaned down to kiss me, and I was ready. I wasn’t sure if his need to touch me was because of having been denied it all night, like mine. We’d really have to discuss that.
Later.
At the moment we were too busy tearing our clothes off. That wasn’t just an expression either. I’d never gotten undressed more quickly than when Parker began to unbutton his shirt.
“For the record, if wearing your shirt sleeves rolled up like that is a habit of yours, I’m here for it.”
“Oh, yeah?” he asked, tossing boots, socks and jeans to the side.
“Yeah.” I was down to bra and underwear, the nicest ones I owned. And it seemed Parker appreciated the fact that this black lace set was particularly sexy.
“Dear lord,” he said, pausing for the first time since he’d removed his shirt. “Would you look at that? Perfection.”
It was just a compliment. Easily enough given. I’d learned actions were more important than words when it came to men. But somehow, none of that mattered. Parker’s sincerity had to be real.
“Thank you,” I said, having worked on my ability to accept a compliment without qualifying it. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He pulled me to him. “Let me finish this for you.”
Unlike the frantic pace we’d set removing our clothes, Parker reached behind my back, unclasped my bra, and pulled the straps off slowly with his thumbs. Making a sound that confirmed he very much liked what he saw, Parker tossed the bra aside, cupping both breasts in his hands.
We stood like that in front of the fire, kissing… touching… exploring, for longer than I would have expected when we’d so hastily removed our clothing. Almost as if he revered me, Parker knelt down and looked up, pausing.
It was the single sexiest thing he’d done yet, Parker’s hands running up my calves as he remained on his knees, watching me. I wanted to say something, but had no words. Maybe it was better this way, without them.
Reaching up, he pulled down the black lace underwear bit by bit, only standing when they were completely off me. I did the same to him, springing Parker free, verifying that he was very much ready for me.
“I can’t decide,” he said, guiding me to the couch, “if I want to spend the next hour kissing every inch of your body before making love to you on that fur rug of yours beside the fire…”
He spun us around so that Parker’s back was to the couch. “Or if I should sit on the couch and have you straddle me, in complete control, and let you have your way with me.”
As always, his words got to me, making me forget everything but the visions he painted in my mind. Feeling saucy, I pushed on his chest. “I choose number two.”
“I need to?—”
Knowing what he was going to say, I stopped him.
“I’m on the pill.”
Our eyes met and locked.
Parker sat. I straddled him. And just like that, we were back to not being able to get enough of each other. Not wanting to wait any longer, I guided him into me, already wet and ready to take his full length, and just as he’d said, I had my way with him.
Parker’s hands rested on my hips, his fingers digging into the flesh there with the sweetest sort of pressure as I moved up and down. Using his shoulders for leverage, I moved alternatively fast and slow. Circled and paused. Every move was mine to choose, a heady sort of pleasure so different than any of the other times we’d been together.
With the fire at my back, Parker’s expression one of awe and emotion, I was a goddess in that moment. Or at least I felt like one as I tossed my head back and let myself go.
“You are spectacular.”
His voice, his words… I kissed him. Ravaged him. Before long, our bodies moved in perfect rhythm at a pace that would be impossible to keep. Parker seemed to sense I was close.
“Come on, cupcake. Together.”
