Page 34 of In For a Penny
Their lips met again. This time, though, there was nothing chaste about the kiss. She felt her heart flutter when his tongue pressed into her mouth. There was no doubt in her mind that she wouldn’t be able to keep herself from having him inside her for much longer. And judging by the growing ridge under her, he would be perfectly fine with that.
“We should stop,” he growled against her lips.
“Uh-huh,” she agreed right before her hands plunged under his shirt. She furiously mapped every inch of his rippling abs with her fingertips. His hands followed her lead, moving under her shirt until they cupped her breasts. He moaned into her mouth. Her automatic response had her grinding on his lap.
They both jumped when Parker’s phone rang in his back pocket. Pulling apart, they fought to catch their breath. He fumbled to reach it in his back pocket.
“Shit,” he said, checking the screen. “It’s Liam. They’re probably wondering what’s happening. I swear if he cockblocks me even one more time…”
“Are you not going to answer it?” Astrid asked when it stopped.
“Not while I’m still trying to catch my breath.”
“Chicken,” she answered, laughing.
“Yeah, I am. Do you know how much shit I got last night when I got back?” He helped her climb to her feet. “How about you get ready and I’ll take you for something to eat before we head to the bar.” With a nod, she walked back into her room.
“Pack a bag for tonight,” he called after her. “You’re not staying here.” She smiled when he blew out a breath before calling his brother back. Good, he was just as sexually frustrated as she was. No reason to be doing this on her own.
Astrid dressed while listening to Parker explain to his brother what had happened. He left out the part about the romp on the couch.
She picked out a short pleated skirt and a tight black tank top that complemented the plaid in the skirt. She wiggled into a pair of spandex shorts that wouldn’t show. There promised to be numerous men throwing stuff on the floor to see if they could see anything underneath.
She packed enough stuff in her bag for two days and pulled on her Chuck’s before stepping back into the living area. She found Parker standing with his back to one of the windows, still on the phone.
“Yeah, I’ll talk to you later,” he said. He ended the call and stared at her. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Are youtryingto kill me? I’m going to spend half the night beating guys off you with my bat. The other half in the office beating myself off.”
“I make more in tips if I show a little skin.”
“You call that a little?”
“Everything important is covered. Look, I even made sure no one gets a crotch shot.” Grabbing the edge of her skirt, she pulled it up, showing Parker her shorts. “Not even a piece of cheek.” Spinning, she repeated the move flashing him her backside.
“Christ almighty.” He swung her bag onto his shoulder. Taking her hand, he walked toward the door. “Come on. I’m anxious to spend a night nursing a raging case of blue balls.” The look he gave her told her he was anything but. He made sure the door was secure before leading her down the stairs to his SUV.
ChapterTwelve
Parker stoodbehind the bar staring at Astrid as she worked her way through the tables. He should be focusing on filling drink orders, but most of the patrons sitting at the bar were turned around doing the same thing he was. There was no way he was going to be able to keep his hands off of her much longer.
“I think she just sent me into puberty again,” one of his dad’s old buddies said. Parker scowled at the back of his head before turning his eyes back to Astrid.
“I didn’t even know they made skirts that short,” added another.
“Not sure my heart medicine can hold up against that,” the last man said, not wanting to be outdone by his buddies.
“You know I don’t have bisexual tendencies, but I’m thinking I might need to develop some,” Andrea added, walking up next to him.
“Okay,” Parker said, thumping the bar with his hand. “You guys turn around and focus on your drinks. Andrea, stop encouraging them. Now, who the fuck’s drink was I supposed to be getting?”
“Hey,” he yelled a little louder. “Whose drink order did I just take?” He ignored the chuckling around him when a guy down the bar raised his hand. “What did you order?” They laughed even harder when he turned to the taps to fill the pint glass he was holding. At least he remembered it had something to do with beer.
“Hey, Parker?”
“Yeah,” he answered, trying not to look at Astrid standing across from him. It was the only way he could think of not to lose his mind completely and drag her into the back office. His mind drifted to all the things he could do to her on the other side of that locked door. Beer from the tap poured over his hand. Motherfucker.
“What?” he asked, setting the beer in front of his customer. He scowled when the man checked her out.
“How busy is the fourth?” she asked.
