Page 132 of This Wild Heart

“I missed you too,” I told him, my hips writhing against his stomach as he held me in place. The kisses were decadent and filthy. The way he licked into my mouth had me dizzy with how much I wanted him.

It would always be like this with us, wouldn’t it?

It wasn’t because we’d been pretending, and it wasn’t because it felt like stolen time.

This was the way we’d love each other—illogical, fierce, impossible to understand. Forever. We’d love each other like this forever.

Parker’s legs hit the bed, and I clung to his upper body as he braced a hand on the mattress and lowered me down. Between desperate kisses, the kind with tongue and teeth and panting breaths, we tore at each other’s clothes.

When we were bare with nothing between us, Parker sat up between my legs and simply stared down at me for a moment, eyes voracious as he studied every inch. He spread his fingers wide, laying his palm over my sternum and ghosting his big hand down my stomach, adding another hand as he tickled along my ribs, dragged his thumbs on the bottom curve of my breasts, drifting over the hard tips until I arched my back and gritted my teeth.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

Tears pricked at the back of my eyes, and I pulled him down to kiss me.

Everything slowed a little and took on a dreamy quality as that man worshipped my body, and I worshipped his. We didn’t rush, deciding instead on teasing each other mindlessly, waiting until we were together to chase our pleasure.

Parker kissed me everywhere. Soft kisses. Slow licks of his tongue. Hard kisses. The edge of his teeth on sensitive skin that had me shaking all over.

My breasts.

My neck.

My hips.

The inside of my knees.

Between my legs, where I called his name, and he pulled back before I tipped too far over the edge.

Body pulsing with need, I pushed at his shoulder and did the same to him, allowing my hair and hard nipples to brush over his skin as I did some kissing of my own.

His hands coasted over my back as I nibbled on the lines of his obliques, and he gathered my hair in his fist when I took him in hand and used my tongue and lips.

The sight of this big, strong man helpless because of what I was doing was a heady sort of control, and I pressed my thighs together when he tightened his hand in my hair, his hips working in shallow thrusts while he groaned my name and told me how good I was, how perfect, how much he missed me.

He said my name in a warning tone, and I pulled off, giving him a sly grin as the veins in his neck bulged from the way he gritted his teeth to get himself back under control.

Parker lifted his head. “Tell me what you want, wife.”

I leaned over him again, placing a long, lingering kiss on his waiting mouth. He still had his hand fisted in my hair, and that sharp bite of pain had me whimpering. I pulled back and held his gaze. “Make me crazy before you let us go.”

He grinned, rolling me back onto the bed in a smooth motion. Parker curled his arms around the back of my head and kissed me deep, my thighs widening to cradle him between my legs as he did. He took one hand, sliding it down my body until he gripped my thigh hard and wrenched it up against his side.

We both groaned when he slid inside, just a little.

It was different.

This was different from before.

I cupped his face. “No more pretend,” I told him, panting against his mouth. “Tell me this is real,” I begged.

“So fucking real,” he groaned. “It always was, golden girl.”

Parker kept those shallow little thrusts, back and forth, until I was a panting, trembling mess, trying to work him deeper with rolling motions of my hips. “I love … Oh I love you. Please,” I whimpered.

He thrust inside in one smooth, endless motion, and my words broke off on a throaty gasp.

“I’m yours,” he said between gritted teeth. “I’m yours, and you’re mine.”

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