Page 138 of The Americana Playbook

Parker lets me guide our movements, but I let her linger before the up so she can grind down against me with a swivel of her hips. I wish I could be easier, my grip on her hip softer, my kisses much gentler. I wish I could appreciate the softness of Parker’s thighs spread over mine, the shape of her breasts as they bounce, the way her skin smells, how sweet she tastes.

“You’re perfect.” I whisper it along her collarbone, her chest, wherever I can drag my mouth. I want to paint her skin in the words, every inch of it.

My hands take her face, and I hold her lips to mine for a minute before sliding to her waist and lifting her off me. It’s a loss we both sigh frustratedly at the break in connection.

I tap her thigh. “Wrap your legs around me.”

Chest heaving, Parker does, and I slide my hands to her ass, taking her with me as I stand.

“I need to feel all of you,” I whisper against her parted mouth while I head toward her bedroom. My tip rubs against Parker’s slit. “Fuck.”

I can’t make it to the bedroom. It’s impossible to muster up the patience for five more damn steps when this is a lifetime in the making. I slam her against the wall beside the door, pushing inside her once more. It’s fast and harsh, a song of frantic movements, bites, and scratches. Neither of us let up. Neither of us back down.

Parker whines as she wraps her arms around my neck. Each thrust brings her higher and I nip at her jaw. “Fitz, please.” She digs her heel into my lower back, anchoring herself for leverage and god, I can’t give her enough of me.

It’s impossible. She’s had me all along.

Parker begins rolling her hips, and I can feel it, the way she’s climbing.

“Not yet.” I lap at her skin. I buck into her at full force because that’s what she begs for.

“Harder,” she mewls.

I lick a drop of my own sweat off her skin, and fuck, it’s so hot. “Any harder,” I grunt out, “And I’ll break you.”

Parker’s fingers claw at my cheeks again, bringing my face flush against hers. She nips at my lip. “You can.”

I still, pressing my forehead to hers.

“You’re the only one I ever want breaking me, Fitz.”

My heart is on the verge of bursting out of my chest.

“Because you’re the only one I want putting me back together. Only you.” Parker kisses me with trembling lips. “Always.”

Every part of me feels that—my balls, my heart, the tips of my fingers that dig into her flesh when I take her off the wall, finally managing to make it through the door and into her room. I hate that we break contact when I lower her onto the bed, but the way Parker scampers higher up, reaching for me, steals my breath.

“I never wanted to be without you,” I tell her.

Parker’s eyes drop to my tattoo. “I know,” she whispers.

I crawl onto the bed, hovering over her. “I never want tobewithout you.”.

I kiss the sides of her mouth as I lower myself down, sliding inside of her again.

“All of you.” I lean on my forearms, caging her head. “Every part of you. Exactly how you are.”

Parker’s mouth latches onto mine, and she claws at me, bringing all of my weight on top of her body. I slide a hand down to her thigh, lifting it, because god, when I lose myself in Parker, let it be in the deepest part of her so I can never get it back.

“Fitz…” she circles against me each time I meet her, panting against my mouth. I pull back.

“Look at me.”

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and whimpers when she opens her eyes and I pull back before thrusting up, rolling my hips. I brace myself to do it again, but Parker releases her lip and the most delicious noises flow from her mouth as she tightens, spasming around me. The only word she manages is my name.

Andgod, does that sound differently out of her mouth when she’s mine.

I lean back over her, swallowing down all the beats of my name as I unload every part of me—and what feels like a lifetime of love—deep inside her.

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