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She nodded, watching him.
“Ahm…it wasn’t hard.You offered me an herbal tea.You could have offered me cyanide, a bullet, barbed wire to sit on.I’d have come up.Easy.”
She smiled.He pulled his hand away from the wall and ran the back of his fingers down her face.She was so fucking beautiful.Why was she so beautiful?Almost an extravagance.Her skin was so soft, her mouth so lush.Uptilted eyes so gemlike while also being intelligent.
He bent again and she lifted herself up and opened her mouth before his touched hers and they were in perfect alignment.His tongue touched hers and it was a straight electric line to his dick.When he lifted his head, her mouth was wet, lips a little swollen.Skin a little rosy.A woman who’d been kissed.
Absolutely irresistible.
He ran his hand down her neck.She had a beautiful neck.Beautiful skin.Damn.An image flashed in his head of a naked Parker, spread-eagled on a bed, after sex.After he’d feasted on her for hours.
He had to bring himself down a notch.He was almost panting and he was completely aroused, and she could feel it because now he was pressed against her.He needed to feel her.She knew he wanted her, but he didn’t have a clue how much she wanted him back.He hoped at least a fraction of how turned on he was.
Granted, it had been a while since he had had sex.He’d been in the badlands for a long, long time.So yes, he had pent up desire.But this wasn’t pent-up desire, it was something different.Something bigger.As if he’d never had sex before and would die if he couldn’t have hernow.
This wasn’t a way to start a relationship, and he realized this was what was happening.He’d never approached sex as anything but itself.An act.Pleasurable, but with a beginning, a middle and an end.Complete.
With Parker, he wanted more.He wanted this to be the start of something, but it wouldn’t be the start of anything if he behaved like a starved wolverine.So just when he was as excited as he’d ever been in his life, he needed to be the gentleman she wanted.Or, if not a gentleman, at least with a modicum of control.
He huffed out a breath.
Parker was looking at him, head to one side.No doubt wondering what the crazy guy was up to, standing there staring at her.
He had moves.He really did.He’d been having sex for a long time.He knew what he was doing with women, so why was he so clumsy now?
Because he cared.
God.That wasn’t helping.
Just ask, he thought.“Are we—are we taking this to the bedroom?”
“If you want to,” she replied softly.
If he wanted to?Fuck.Did he want to breathe?
“Um.Yes.”
She stood there, watching his eyes, as if gauging whether he was telling the truth.Well, she could look all she wanted becausehell yeah, he wanted to take this to the bedroom.
Parker walked them into the bedroom and turned on a small brass lamp.The bedroom was almost feminine overkill.Flowered sheets on a four-poster bed, a big mirror with an elaborate frame, a crystal vase with some fresh roses, a couple of pieces of antique furniture, little silver bowls with flower petals everywhere.It smelled of flowers and fresh linens.God knows he’d spent enough time in terrible fourth world hotels where the bedsheets smelled like goats slept in them.
Parker turned to him, relaxed.Hands down by her side, watching him.Nick wasn’t relaxed.Particularly a special part of him wasn’t relaxed.
In none of the fevered images he had in his brain of them having sex were there clothes.So he had to do something.Parker wasn’t making a move, so he had to do it, and he had to move normally.No ripping or tearing.Nope.That was an expensive dress.
Nick reached out, touched her neck.Oh God.She closed her eyes and tilted her head.He smoothed his hand over her shoulder and reached behind her.Ah.He managed to find the tab of the zipper of her dress without fumbling.The god of soldiers watching over him.
He pulled down slowly, watching her carefully.The zipper ran down the length of her back.The dress—the exact color of her eyes—loosened.He pulled the two parts down until the top rested on her hips.She had on a cream-colored lacy bra.She made no move to cover herself, just watched him watching her.He reached again behind her, and though he prided himself on being good with his hands, his hands now felt clumsy, too big.
But he eventually got her bra undone and swiped it off and oh God.
Parker was watching his face, so she had to understand his reaction.Perfect breasts, like a marble statue, only he could see a slight heartbeat in her left breast.
This wasn’t a marble statue, this was a living woman.Smart and bright and amazing.She tasted perfect, too, he discovered when he licked and kissed her breasts.Like a salty vanilla ice cream cone.He heard her give a big sigh as she clutched his shoulders.
“Nick,” she whispered.
“Right here,” he whispered back.
