Page 83 of Just This Once

Parker chuckled huskily at my demand. “Bossy,” he murmured in approval before kissing me again. “But not yet.”

From there, my mind blanked out. Our lips merged, tongues clashed, and bodies strained.

Parker let go of my hand and slid his fingers down my side, along my rib cage, waist, and hips until he smoothed them over my stomach and between my legs. The moment the rough, seeking pads of his fingers found my clit, I groaned, ready for it again.

“Parker.” I pressed my forehead to his shoulder and clenched my thighs around his hand, panting. “Please.”

I wanted him to fuck me. Hard. Fast. Fervently.

And I might’ve even said that aloud because a moment later, he rasped, “On the bed.”

His command was deep and guttural, telling me he was just as affected as I was. I shook my head slightly, glancing down at his shirt and jeans. “But you’re still?—”

“Getting there,” he told me as he grabbed the back neckline of his shirt and ripped it off in one smooth move while simultaneously toeing off his shoes and kicking them away.

I blinked, startled by the sudden appearance of a perfect chest and abs, as he worked on the top button of his jeans.

“Get on the fucking bed, Langston,” he ordered again as he unzipped. “Because I’m taking you wherever you are as soon as I get these jeans off.”

Smiling smugly to myself because I really liked making him so needy, I sat on the bed, my feet still on the floor, then I leaned back onto my elbows and grinned up at him. “Better?”

Parker froze with his hands still at the opening of his jeans, just blinking at me. “Damn, you’re breathtaking.”

I don’t know if I smiled as much as I simply lit up from the inside out. Because at that moment, he made mefeelbreathtaking.

He made me feel everything.

Watching me as if enthralled, he took his time pushing his jeans down and kicking them out of his way.

When he was finally as naked as I was, I let my gaze drop down his happy trail to his lap for the first time. And all I could whisper was, “Oh…”

The man was magnificent. Ruddy, hard, and thick, his cock made my thighs clench in preparation.

Looking back up into his eyes, I spread my legs open in invitation.

“Jesus,” he breathed as if thanking the Almighty and uttering his astonishment all in one word. He stepped toward the bed, looking intent. “You sure you got birth control covered?” he asked as he hooked a hand under my thigh and lifted my leg, encouraging me to crawl backward toward the headboard as he set his first knee on the mattress to join me.

I bobbed my head once. “No babies, no diseases.”

“No diseases here either,” he murmured, sliding his palm up to grip my thigh and open me wider, nothing stopping our bodies from merging.

My nipples pinched tight and my cervix tightened deep in me, as if already trying to constrict around his length.

I shuddered out a long breath in equal parts eager anticipation and nervous anxiety. “You sure you can really do this?” I asked as he lowered his hips to mine.

Parker looked into my eyes with a cocky smirk. “Darlin’, just get ready to call me the orgasm king.”

I snorted out an amused sound. “As if.”

Above me, he paused in frozen shock, and his skin paled.

“What? What’s wrong?” I asked, reaching for his face.

He caught my hand, but instead of keeping me from touching him, he helped me lift my fingers to his cheek and cup it there, even as he assured me, “Nothing. You just—fuck, you had an Alec expression for a second. It made me remember he existed, and that I’m betraying him right now.”

“You’re not betraying him,” I assured softly with a shake of my head. “This is just between you and me. No one else.”

He nodded but still looked uncertain as he turned his face into my hand, nuzzling against my fingers. When his jaw shifted, I gulped uneasily.

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