Page 84 of The Strike Zone

Immediately Parker dropped to his knees, placing himself right in my eyeline. Green eyes bored into mine, seeking permission for what he was about to do. Or waiting to see if I was going to stop him.

I wasn’t.

My gaze followed the path of his fingertips inching up my thighs until they reached the hem of my dress and disappeared underneath. I couldn’t see his fingers, only feel them. And with sight taken away, all my other senses heightened.

His fingers hooked around the elastic of my panties. “Have you ever thought about what it would feel like to be spread out in front of me?”

I managed a nod as he eased them down and slipped them over my ankles. My eyes were open enough to see his darken another degree. The dangerous Parker was well and truly in the room, and right now he was pushing up my dress until it sat around my hips, and there was nowhere to hide.

Never in all my life had I felt so exposed. Never had I been so turned on.

Combustion was imminent.

His fingertips dug into the flesh on my thighs.

“Fuck, Davison. You are better than every dream I’ve ever had about you,” he breathed out, sending goose bumps over my skin as he leaned in.

His face was inches from the apex of my thighs. If I had any second thoughts about this, they vanished along with my self-consciousness when I took one look at the expression he was wearing.

“Have you thought about how my fingers will feel sliding inside your tight, wet pussy?”

I could only moan in response as his thumb pushed through my wetness and circled my clit, followed by one thick finger slowly easing inside me. And then those magic hands of his, the ones which had caught so many balls, cupped around me and ground down.

“Oh mygod.”

The muscles along his shoulder popped with each flex of his wrist. He looked incredible, only surpassed by the reverence on his face aimed directly at me.

“You’re squeezing me so tight, the thought of my dick sinking inside is making my head spin.” The timbre of his voice had reached a pitch that vibrated across my bare skin, even more so when he narrowed the space between his mouth and the spot I directly wanted it to hit.

It was possible the moment he made contact I blacked out. Warm, wet laps of his tongue with the perfect amount of pressure shot sparks along my spine, twisting it like a corkscrew.

“Fuck, you taste incredible,” was all he muttered before getting down to work.

There’s no way I was holding out. The sensation of his soft stubble against my hypersensitive skin was the sexiest thing I’d ever experienced.

My bones were on the verge of snapping from the tension building inside me. As much as I wanted to watch the magic he was performing, I couldn’t stay upright.

I wasn’t sure if I fell back or if he hooked his arms under my knees and pulled me into him, but either way my head hit the soft comforter and my eyes rolled into their sockets.

His mouth surrounded me, devouring like I was a lifeline he needed. With each precision-targeted swipe of his tongue and curl of his fingers inside me, I hurtled toward the finish line.

It was only a matter of seconds before I exploded.

I’d been running on a heightened state of arousal since Parker had found me sitting outside my room in the early hours of the morning.

“Gahhd. Oh god,Parker.”

The rhythm he set matched each one of my violent convulsions, until I was pushing him away. I couldn’t take it any longer. I needed reprieve, and it took a second for me to realize he’d given it to me.

A cool breeze alerted me to the fact he was no longer within inches of me. Summoning the bare minimum strength I needed to push myself up on my elbows, I found him looking impossibly smug, staring straight at me.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m way better than okay. Hearing you come with my name…” He shook his head. “Fuck me, Davison. I’ve been waiting a year to do that. Waiting a year to taste you and watch you fall apart…it was more incredible than I could have imagined.”

As he spoke, his hands rubbed along my thighs, up and down. I didn’t have a clue what time it was, I barely even knewwhereI was. The only thing on my agenda was to experiencethatagain.

I expected Parker to drop his towel, I was desperate for him to drop it. Only he dropped his hands and leaned back.

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