Page 73 of Wood You Rather?

And the freckles. Lord, the freckles.

“Are you gonna sit there, Gagnon?” she asked, cocking a hip. “Or are you going to come over here like a good boy and make me scream your name?”

I threw my head back and laughed. Parker had no idea how much time I had spent thinking about her. About all the plans I had for her.

“I want you to crawl over here and finally put that mouth of yours to good use.”

Her taunting unleashed a primal urge. In a second, I had my hands on her, and I was flipping her onto her back on the couch. I caged her in with my arms. Then, after a deep breath to slow the feral animal that had taken control of my senses, I gently lowered my lips to her ear. “It sounds like you don’t believe me.”

She shuddered at my words, and I gently thrust against her, letting her feel how serious I was. “Because I meant what I said. Tonight, you’re mine. And I take care of what’s mine.”

I skimmed my lips across her jaw until I found her mouth, then I devoured her. Tongue and teeth and lips taking control while I explored her body with my hands.

She tugged on my hair as I poured weeks of frustration and longing into this kiss. Below me, she moaned and writhed, making me even harder.

I slid one hand under her sweatshirt and stroked the skin of her stomach. She was so warm and soft and perfect.

“Of course you’re not wearing a bra,” I growled as I crept higher.

She giggled. “You know I hate bras.” And then she bit my bottom lip hard. “But I hate panties more.”

Fuck, she was going to kill me. My heart felt like it was going to burst in my chest, and my poor dick would probably be imprinted with a zipper pattern for the next decade.

“That’s it,” I said, pulling back. “Clothes off.”

I tugged at the waistband of her leggings, and she lifted her hips, making it easy for me to confirm that she was, in fact, not wearing panties.

I stroked along her hip bones, watching her shudder.

“Shirt too,” I ordered.

Without argument about my commanding tone, she sat up and pulled it off, revealing the tits that had haunted me for weeks. Round and full, with pink nipples that were begging for my teeth.

“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I gritted, delirious with lust for the woman spread out before me.

She reached for my belt, but I pushed back.

“No. The only thing keeping me from fucking you senseless are these pants. And I need some time to explore.”

I heaved myself up so I could position her so she was sitting on the couch.

Then, once I had her where I wanted her, I kneeled and looked up at her. She was watching me with lust swirling in her hooded eyes.

I spread her legs wide, admiring her perfect pussy and fighting back the urge to dive right in.

“You’re soaked,” I said, kissing along her inner thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal.

She moaned and arched her back as I teased her, biting the soft flesh of her inner thigh but refusing to give her what she needed.

“You want me to eat this sweet pussy, don’t you?” I asked, spreading her legs even wider and gently flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue.

“Yes.” She gasped.

“Tell me. Tell me what you want me to do. You’re the boss, Parker. I’m the lucky guy who gets to make you feel good.”

I pulled back again, my hands still firmly on her thighs.

She looked down at me and licked her lips. “I want to ride your face,” she commanded. “I want to come all over your face before you fuck me.”

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