Page 96 of The Parkers' Handsome Holiday
I swallowed and clasped my hands in front of myself. “Sorry, I just couldn’t leave. I was about to get on the plane when I felt this sickening tug in my gut. And I had to come back.”
“Why?”
I shrugged. “I needed to see you again.”
Cal rubbed the back of his neck. “I had a speech rehearsed, and now I can’t remember a damn word of it.”
I smiled and stopped myself from laughing at him. “A speech?”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
“What was the gist of this speech?”
He grimaced. “There was a lot I wanted to say to you and a lot I wanted you to know. I can’t even remember where to start.”
“Cal,” I said softly. “It doesn’t matter.”
He frowned, and his eyebrows drew together. Then he looked me in the eye and stepped toward me. “It does matter, but you only need to know one thing.”
“And what’s that?” I whispered. My breathing quickened. The air between us seemed to crackle with electricity.
Cal smiled and shrugged one shoulder. “I’m in love with you, Lina.”
I bit my bottom lip. “You are?”
He nodded and closed the space between us with one final step. “Yes, and I have been for a long, long time.”
I lifted my chin. “What are you going to do about it?”
He reached out and cupped my neck, pressing his thumb to the side of my jaw to force me to look up even more. “I’m going to make love to you. I’m going to take you so high you never want to come down. I’m going to taste that sweet pussy of yours and—”
I shut him up with a kiss. My tongue slipped between his teeth, and I explored his mouth ravenously. His hand remained on my neck but crept around to the back so he could sink his fingers into my hair. He tightened his grip, straining my head back, and I reached up to press my hands against his chest.
I moaned into the kiss, and we started walking back toward the stairs.
We only broke apart when I pulled his shirt off over his head. It passed between our faces, and then we were back to kissing and breathing each other in.
Cal wrapped his arms around me and caught me when I stumbled at the bottom of the stairs. The heel of my boot struck the carpet, and I nearly fell right on my ass. But he held me up like I weighed nothing and then pulled my jacket off.
He tossed it aside. I undid my jeans. My hands worked quickly. My fingers were still cold—hell, I was still cold—but it didn’t matter. I needed him.
I wiggled my hips to pull my jeans down.
“Whoa,” Cal said, a smile playing on his perfect lips. “We should get up to my room. My father and Asher could come home any second.”
I shook my head. “No, I might have called your father on my way here. He said he’d stay far, far away all afternoon.”
“You sneaky girl,” Cal said, clicking his tongue.
I kicked off my boots and stepped out of my jeans. “You have no idea.”
Cal reached out and pulled my shirt off. He tossed it over his shoulder as I went to my knees in front of him and undid his pants. I pulled them down. And then his boxers.
I wasted no time. I needed him now. I took him in my mouth. He was already rock hard and ready. I drew him in to the back of my throat and moaned around his thickness.
Cal braced himself on the stair banister. “Fuck,” he grated through clenched teeth.
I held his cock in my mouth and looked up at him. I met his gaze, opened up wide, and pushed myself down farther until my nose touched his stomach.
