Page 63 of Parker

She couldn’t think. Could barelybreathefor the overwhelming sensations rolling through her…

Pleasure.

Confusion.

Desire.

Lust.

Quinn felt all those things, plus one particular emotion she refused to acknowledge. Once she did—the minute she so much asthoughtit—it became real. And when that happened…

I get hurt.

But rather than let old ghosts haunt this otherwise perfect moment, she laid back, relaxed her body, and let him have his fill.

“Jesus, Quinn.” Parker spoke between licks and nips. “Never tasted…anything…like you.”

Her heart flipped, her inner muscles flexing as Parker swiped the tip of his tongue directly over her sensitive entrance. She gasped again, her body much more reactive to this man’s touch than anyone else from her past.

Because it’s him.

Parker teased her with his tongue slowly, first up one side and down the other. For the next several minutes—Quinn had no idea how much time had passed—he licked and laved and tasted to his heart’s content.

And when he was finished with that, he found her clit.

Flicking her swollen nub with the tip of his tongue, she nearly shot right off the mattress. His light caress was teasing in nature, but she was already so primed from his earlier performance, Quinn knew it wouldn’t take much to push her off the edge.

And she desperatelywanted to fall.

“Please,” she begged shamelessly. Again.

If begging is what it takes—

Parker filled her body with a finger. First one, then another. With his lips and tongue still working her clit with perfection, he began moving his hand to a matching rhythm.

“Oh, yeah,” Quinn crooned. “God, that feels so good.” Had anything ever felt better?

Nope. Not even close.

“You ready to fly, sweetheart?” That rhythm never faltered.

She opened her eyes and looked down. Her insides tightened and another rush of arousal flooded her when she found him staring up at her from between her legs.

His red, swollen lips glistened and his hand continued to move. But the way Parker was looking at her…

He’s like a tiger about to pounce.

Quinn nodded her head against the soft blankets. Oh yeah. She was ready.

With a sinful smile curling those same lips, Parker didn’t say another word. Instead, he lowered his head, took her in his mouth, and lifted her into Heaven.

“Oh!” she cried out yet again.

She’d never been so vocal in bed before. Of course, she’d never had sex with Parker Collins before, either.

He moved his hand faster. Pushed his fingers in and out with a stronger force. Quinn writhed and panted, her fists still gripping the blankets as if they were her lifeline. But the truth was, it was him.Hewas her lifeline.

And I never want to let go.

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