Chapter 11
DREAMING ABOUT KISSING AND OTHER FANTASIES
LEVI
Parker leaned over me, trapping me in my chair.
It was pure temptation to have him so close.
How was I supposed to control myself? My cheeks were hotter than a hellhound’s fire.
I fisted my hands so I wouldn’t reach for him and yank him close.
Although, would that be so bad? Because he hadn’t run away from me, and that opened the door to so many things…
He hadn’t run away from me …
If Parker accepted the supernatural world… If he accepted me …
Could this really be happening? I swallowed hard.
With his face this close to mine, I could feel the heat of his breath against my skin.
A delectable scent I only associated with Parker wrapped around me.
It was a lot like the aroma of coffee and the apple pastries that he’d brought with him: warm, sweet, rich, inviting. Complex and mouthwateringly good .
It would be so damn easy to lift my face a little and taste his lips. How many times had I dreamed of doing exactly that?
“Sound like a plan?” he asked.
Huh? What had he been saying? He moved to retreat, to get out of my space. As he straightened, I followed, like an invisible cord tethered us together. He stepped back. I stood, stepping forward until we were almost touching again.
Parker stared at me with his head tilted back so he could look into my eyes. He wasn’t a small man, but next to me he seemed petit. Fragile. The urge to protect him, shelter him, give him anything he might ever want surged through me.
I wanted to close that scant distance between us.
His ass would hit my desk. I would crowd closer, caging him in so he couldn’t run.
My nostrils flared as I breathed in deeply, needing more of his scent as my mind filled with all the things I wanted to do to him. A cornucopia of fantasies. A pornicopia , if you will. Because, yeah, there would be a lot of that.
His hands were always so damn sexy when they were wrapped around the pool cue when we played at the pub—yes, I stared at his hands around the pool cue every single time we played, because is there anything more phallic that a hand sliding up and down a long cylindrical object?
Anyway, right now he wasn’t fondling a stick.
He’d curled those tantalizingly seductive hands around my hips .
In my mind, he tugged me closer until my hips were firmly against his.
Feeling his body against mine would be fucking magic.
I could so easily imagine my huge hands resting on his waist. I could crush him so easily. I never would, of course. I was capable of many things, and over the years I’d had to do unspeakable things to survive, but harming Parker was something I’d never do.
That didn’t change the facts, though. And the fact was, he was just so… human. Breakable .
Parker stared up at me and licked his bottom lip like I was one of his pastries and he couldn’t wait to try me. I wanted to taste him, too. To slide my tongue over his. To hear his moans. To lap at his sweat.
He’d rise on the balls of his feet as I bent down to meet him, and his mouth would meet mine.
I could so easily imagine it: his lips moving against mine like he was tasting me, sucking my bottom lip between his, before moving to my top lip.
His tongue would slip along the seam of my mouth as I opened for him.
I would give him anything. All of me, if he wanted.
It’d been so long since I’d kissed someone. I almost couldn’t remember what it was like, but I knew that wouldn’t matter. Kissing Parker would be different anyway, completely unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, if only because I’d been fantasizing about it for so long.
I swore my whole body was alive with lust.
My cock strained against the confines of my clothes, and I bet I’d feel his erection, too, if our hips were pressed together.
And then what? There were too many things on my desk to lay him out there.
I’d need a flat space. To strip him. To worship him.
For as many times as I’d dreamed of this, I’d never imagined it happening in my office.
In my fantasy, the kiss took on a delicious rhythm of surging forward and retreating.
The sound of our panting breaths merged with the pounding of my heart.
Our moans mingled. His hand slid off my hips to my lower back, where he pulled me even closer.
I wrapped my fingers into the fabric of his shirt, needing to grab on to something before I completely lost it.
Oh. Fuck it. Who was I kidding? I wanted to rip the shirt off Parker’s body. I wanted to see if his chest was covered in soft ginger-colored hair like I’d always imagined. I wanted to follow it down and down and…
He’d arch into me. My imagination was so vivid I could almost feel his length slide against me. We had way too many clothes on…
I couldn’t believe how worked up I was getting over an imaginary kiss. Kisses were usually little more than a pit stop along the way to sex, but I knew it wouldn’t be that way, not with Parker. He might only be a human, but I just knew he’d have the most magical mouth.
Something banged. Was that my heart against my ribs?
Another louder bang?—
No! The hunters were here!
I tore my gaze away from Parker’s. Fuck. How long had we been standing here staring into each other’s eyes, while I imagined all the wicked things I could do to him? Obviously long enough to have missed the hunters coming to break into my office.
Was Jasmine okay? If they’d hurt her…
The door splintered around the lock.
They couldn’t have Parker! As long as I was alive, I would protect him with my life.
He was mine.