Chapter 5 #3
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 her now.
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 because hell 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.
He pushed her dress down and straightened, looking at her, dressed only in lacy underpants and black sandals. The underpants fell to her ankles, and he kneeled, picking up one foot after the other, removing the underpants and sandals and then fuck. There she was, naked. She dazzled him.
Nick held her shoulders as he looked at her.
“How can you be perfect all over? Even your toes are beautiful.”
Parker smiled slightly. “I’m at a slight disadvantage here.”
Nick wasn’t feeling too bright and at first didn’t understand. Then a light went on in his head. “Oh!” She wanted him to strip too.
God yes.
If there was a land speed record for stripping, Jesus, he topped it.
Everything flew off. There was a weird moment when he pulled down his trousers and briefs and his dick sprang out…
they both looked down. It looked like a club hanging off his body, red and inflamed. It barely looked like a human organ.
Nick looked up. “I want you,” he said hoarsely.
She smiled at him. “I can, um, see that,” she said, voice soft.
Nick picked her up and just managed to refrain from throwing her on her pretty bed with flowered sheets and ruffles and a billion pillows. At the last minute, he lay her down gently, stood and just looked, dazzled.
So incredibly beautiful, all over, head to toe. She was like a prize he’d won. He’d spent years and years in terrible places with terrible people doing terrible things and now this was his reward, but something he’d have to treat gently, and cherish.
Inside, it was like a battle was playing itself out, because he was a warrior and he had a warrior’s blood.
And that blood was up. There was a part of him that wanted to mount Parker, pull her legs apart, enter her and start fucking her, hard.
He was as aroused as he’d ever been and that would get it out of his system.
But this was Parker, and he didn’t want to get her out of his system. He was a modern man, and he didn’t want to conquer her. He wanted her with him, every step of the way.
Was she with him?
Only one way to find out.
He circled her delicate ankle, opened his hand, ran it slowly up her calf, the skin so soft and smooth it almost seemed like another material, not human flesh. Up her thigh, slowly.
“Open your legs.” She obeyed instantly and was just as beautiful between her legs as she was elsewhere. Soft, dark pink lips surrounded by a sable cloud.
Nick touched her there and she sighed. He did, too, because she was wet. This was going to work. He circled her opening gently and her thighs trembled. One finger in her, two, moving in and out.
Parker’s eyes were half closed and all you could see was a cobalt blue shard of color.
His fingers moved in and out, harder now and faster.
He bent to lick her left nipple, the one where he could see her heartbeat.
As his fingers moved deeper, faster, he sucked at her nipple, feeling it growing hard, like a little pearl.
Parker was holding his wrist, her head tipped back against the wall of pillows. His fingers moved faster, faster and suddenly she gave a cry, and he could feel her contracting against his hand, her belly muscles pulling.
Nick opened his fingers and entered her, feeling her pulling against him. He lay on her, kissing her deeply, not moving, until her climax was over. The first but not the last.
When she relaxed, thighs falling to the sides, he pressed hard inside her and began moving.