15. Chloe
Chapter fifteen
Chloe
I watch as Parker’s silhouette gradually disappears into the darkness, his departing words ringing in my ears. I bring a hand to my tingling lips, my body still humming from our kiss.
My room suddenly feels too quiet, too empty without him. His scent still lingers in the air. I’m left aching and wanting, but I shake my head to try to clear my thoughts. It would’ve been irresponsible for us to go any further. Lauren is just down the hall, and the chances of getting caught are way too high for us to risk it.
Lying in bed, though, I can’t get my body to calm down. The fact that he came to my window in the middle of the night and brough flowers…it’s so romantic and thoughtful. That, coupled with our kiss, makes it difficult to clear my mind enough to sleep.
Biting my lip, I slip a hand down the length of my torso and into my panties. I close my eyes and let my imagination wander back to Parker.
In my mind, I’m back in his arms, reliving the way it felt when he held me and when he kissed me like he’d never get enough. I moan quietly as my fingers mimic his touch, stroking my tender flesh, my body aching for the real thing. I fantasize that he’s over me and that it’s his hand between my legs, petting my sex while he gazes down at me with his bright eyes.
“ Chloe ,” Parker whispers huskily in my ear as he teases me mercilessly , “ you’re so wet for me, baby .”
My breathing becomes ragged as I picture him lowering his head between my thighs, licking and sucking at my sensitive clit.
My fingers work faster, my imagination filling in the missing parts: the sound of his voice, the taste of his lips, the heat of his touch. I can almost feel his body against mine, his strong arms holding me close as he takes me to the brink of ecstasy. His thumb presses against my clit, and a gasp escapes my lips as waves of pleasure wash over me.
The sheets beneath me grow damp with sweat as I clutch at them, the tension in my body escalating. I bite down on my lip to muffle the whine of pleasure that bubbles up from deep within. The image of Parker, his eyes dark with desire, is too potent to ignore.
He moves closer still while calling my name with yearning, then leaves a trail of kisses down my stomach.
My pulse skyrockets, and I clench the sheets tighter as my other hand works furiously between my thighs. Each stroke brings me closer to the edge. The thin line between reality and fantasy blurs until there’s nothing but him: his touch, his scent, his voice.
In the depths of my imagination, Parker lifts his gaze to meet mine as he dips his head lower. His tongue flicks against the most sensitive part of me, and I shudder violently at the sensation. My climax is imminent now, a coiled spring waiting to be released.
My fingers delve deeper, matching the urgent rhythm of Parker in my mind. His name slips past my lips like a prayer just as the wave crashes over me and my back arches off the bed. My fingers slow their pace as a series of tremors wrack through me, each one stealing my breath away.
When the waves finally recede, I’m left lying in my bed panting and drenched in sweat. Reality begins to seep back in, pushing away the intoxicating fantasy of Parker. The absence of his touch, his voice, and his kiss hits me like a punch to the gut. I wish he was here with me, but instead, I am alone.
I wipe the dampness from my forehead with the back of my hand and try to steady my erratic heartbeat. My hands are shaking from the intensity of it all. From the intensity of him.
Sighing, I curl onto my side and pull my blanket up to my chin, suddenly feeling the chill of the room creep into my heated skin. The memory of Parker and our brief encounter drifts through my mind again like a sweet torment.
My thoughts cling stubbornly to him, not allowing me to drift into sleep. I lie awake staring at the ceiling as Parker continues to haunt me.
Drawing in a deep breath, I reach out and switch on the low, warm light of my bedside lamp. My fingers trace over the petals of the roses he left behind. It was such a sweet gesture that it makes my heart clench.
With a sigh, I let myself drift further into the labyrinth of fantasy and yearning. My thoughts are still filled with him. His eyes watching me from under long lashes, his firm lips whispering sweet words against my ear, his strong arms pulling me closer against his chest. Each thought sends another wave of heat rushing through my veins.
I imagine him caressing my hair away from my face, tracing a path down my neck with soft kisses. His lips would find mine again, and we’d lose ourselves in each other.
Just the idea of him hovering over me again sends an anticipatory shiver down my spine. My body tingles at the mere thought of having him close once more, to feel his skin against mine, to taste him…
An involuntary whimper escapes my lips as I picture him trailing a path lower down my body, his fingers moving deftly over my thigh while he smirks up at me devilishly. I stop myself from letting the image go any further, though. I need to sleep. I can’t just spend the whole night fantasizing about Parker and touching myself over and over. In the end, I know I won’t be fully satisfied because I need him so badly.
I pull the blanket tighter around me, the chill no longer imaginary but real. Even though my body still hums with the remnants of my orgasm, my body still aches for more.