Chapter Thirty-Four
Parker runs a hand through my hair, eyes flickering over me. Leaning in for a kiss, he whispers as our lips meet, and I feel it like a soft tickle. “Are you really okay with breaking our ground rules?”
“I don’t think they ever held up,” I say, as my hands move over his bare chest, feeling the rise and fall of it with every deep breath.
“Imagine my shock: Dani Tsai is breaking a rule.” A playful bite comes down on my lip. “And you made me complicit. Talk about a bad influence.”
“You have a way of bringing that out of me.” I kiss him a little harder, just the way he likes it.
He pulls my pajama top over my head and drops it in a pile with the rest of our clothes.
Because this night has gone on long enough without our hands all over each other, I’m hoisted off my feet and tossed on the bed in no time.
And he’s right there with me, climbing on top of me and grinning down at my red-hot face.
His mouth trails the curve of my neck until he finds my sweet spot.
A tender nip, and then he sucks on the skin like it’s a habit now.
It still brings out a quiet gasp from me, and I weave my hands into his hair to keep myself from falling apart too soon.
When he speaks again, the teasing edge is replaced with a hushed, sultry tone. “I can’t take you anywhere without some guy trying to undress you with his eyes.”
“Does it matter, so long as you’re the one I go home with?”
“You’re right. It doesn’t.” He leaves a searing trail of kisses down my neck to my breasts, where his tongue laves over a nipple, sparking a flutter in my stomach. “But just once, I’d like them to know this is all mine.”
It still catches me off guard to hear him say these things about me, about my body. No matter how many times I’ve been naked in front of him, my heart is rendered useless whenever he reacts like this. Like he can’t believe I’m here. Like he’s stunned to be the one allowed to put his hands on me.
His fingers slip between my legs, and I shudder as the sensation rockets through me, stirring my bones.
He’s patient as he works to elicit a colorful moan out of me.
I shut my eyes, but I know he’s watching intently.
He always does. It’s like he’s proud of his work; he basks in what his touch does to me, the way I come alive in his hands.
I don’t need to tell him what I want next—his intuition does that for him. He drops his head between my legs, his mouth taking over.
“Mm, god,” I breathe, arching into him.
He knows my body so well, knows exactly how to make me lose my mind a little more each time. In just three months, he’s come to understand my body better than anyone else ever has. And I can see what it does to him, the thrill that radiates when he gets me close—
Close—
So close.
The tension snaps across my body as his tongue drives me to an orgasm.
It lights a fire in me, and I lift myself to mount him, legs straddling his sides.
Our eyes lock, and my breath catches when I see his long lashes, the shine in his dusky brown eyes when the light from my window hits them at just the right angle. He’s so gorgeous, it’s unfair.
Parker holds my face like it’s a delicate thing, his thumb tracing my swollen mouth.
When he pauses at the parting, I take him between my lips, tongue curling around his balmy skin.
I pucker, giving his thumb a tender suck, eyes never leaving his.
For an incandescent moment, he stares at me like he can’t believe this is real.
And then a flare ignites somewhere behind his eyes. “What is it about you? Every little thing you do. You drive me wild.”
He’s hard against my thigh, and I decide I can’t wait any longer.
I take all of him inside me, and he reacts with a sharp inhale.
His touch sears my skin, scorching a path to my waist. He guides me into motion, and I grind onto him.
With every roll of my hips, I meet the hard press of his body against mine, and it’s an immaculate feeling.
My mind clouds with rapture, and I forget everything that came before this moment: the worry, the doubt—all of it fades to nothing.
I look to his lips—lips that are begging to be kissed—and I give him what he wants.
His kiss is pure heat and energy, an unbridling of something I’d try to dissect if I were capable of a single unified thought.
But all I can feel is the euphoric rush that hits when he thrusts up into me.
Our movements quicken, and I sink my fingers into his shoulders for support, my knees going weak beneath me.
“Parker.” Tension builds up once more, pleasure crashing down on me as I come a second time.
His name is a shaky cry on my tongue, and my pulse is a wild throb.
With his chest flush against me, I feel his heart pounding just as fast. I want to believe that he feels it too—that tonight is different from all the other nights.
This doesn’t feel like just hooking up. It’s more intimate than that. So much more.
With his hand on the small of my back, he lowers me so I’m under him again. I hook my legs around him and draw him near, something hardwired in me needing him as close as possible, like it’s written in my genetic code. His thrusts are harder and faster now, as he chases sweet release.
I catch his mouth for another kiss, and with it, his raspy, broken voice: “Fuck, Dani. Nothing feels better than you.”
I feel wave after wave ripple through him as he comes. His eyes glaze over, and his breath is hot and heavy against my ear, revving my heartbeat. Parker kisses my forehead, just like the first night, and the world around me narrows to a single point where nothing exists but us.