5. Sofie
Twilight in Houstoncan be unreal.
The sun is just beginning to slink low in the sky. It paints the skyline in ridiculous red and outrageous orange. More like a painting of a sunset than anything that was real. The constant puffy clouds blowing in from the Gulf look more like cotton candy than cotton balls.
The corporate office is the tallest building on the Nest campus. Sixteen stories of spiraling glass and chrome, the building soars up above the stadium and training complex. Parker led me up to the roof, and now the rest of the Nest— and all of Houston— are spread out at our feet.
From my perch at the top of the world, the sunset is twice as beautiful. It makes my palms itch for a camera— any camera— to record it. Even my phone camera would do. But Parker has both my hands in his, and I won”t let go of him for anything.
There”s a fluffy blanket spread out on the roof, weighed down at the corners with what looks like piles of pucks. A few more are strung up around, almost like a blanket fort. Strands of white Christmas lights run along each wall, giving it a soft illumination.
”How did you get access up here?” I ask, turning to look at Parker.
Parker pulls me close, using his strength to yank me tight against the quiet strength of his chest. We”re standing in the middle of the roof, so there”s no risk of us going over. It doesn”t stop the way my stomach sinks when I lose my balance. Parker catches me, not budging an inch.
”I knew you”d love it. Erik is friends with the maintenance team.” Parker beams, and my heart grows three sizes. ”He”s a romantic at heart, you know. Romance and bribery— a classic combination.”
It”s hard to picture the stoic Viking as a hopeless romantic.
Parker smiles at me again, and warmth tingles low in my belly. There”s something about that smile that makes me want to kiss him every time I see it. Which is rough because it”s my job to photograph him hundreds of times a day.
”You”re right,” I smile up at Parker. ”It”s gorgeous. I wish I had my camera,”
Parker chuckles, turning me in his arms until my back is to his chest. From this position, I can see the whole campus and beyond. His mouth moves down to whisper against my ear.
”Some other time. I don”t want you to get carried away with the view. There are some other things I want you to see, and I don”t want any pictures of them.”
His voice shouldn”t stroll right down my spine to smash into my pussy, but it does. I shiver, but it”s not from the cold. I press myself back against him— but it”s not for the warmth, either.
His lips press gently against the sensitive spot behind my ear, and I don”t bother stifling my moan. If anyone can hear us from thirty stories up, they deserve to.
”Are you sure? I think you”d look good in black and white.” I twist my head so I”m looking up at Parker. ”I”d make sure they”re tasteful nudes.”
Parker growls in my ear. If his whisper crept down my spine, the sound he makes now skates along every nerve ending in my body.
”I told you on your first day, Sofie. You can have any picture you want of me,” Parker purrs right against my ear.
He kisses the side of my neck and my jaw before moving my mouth to his.
Our first kiss was nothing like this. This is slow, deliberate. Neither of us is surprised. Nobody is in a rush. We”re taking our time because we know we have all night.
All night might not be enough time to do everything I want to this man. I want to kiss and lick every nook and cranny of his body, and the way he”s kissing me tells me he has the same plan.
But still, we don”t rush. I melt against him, my hands slipping from his to skim up under his shirt and run along his chest. He”s so solid, so well-built that I can”t contain a whimper. He smiles against my lips, breaking our kiss to whisper.
”But what I really want is to put you in front of the camera, for once. I think it”s what you secretly crave. For someone to see you,” Parker says.
No one as sweet as Parker should be able to be so sexy.
”Not fair,” I gasp as his lips find mine again and again. ”You”re not real, Parker Knight. You”re too good to be true.”
A hundred small kisses, each of us speaking in between them.
”I”m real. This is real. Stop trying to observe it and analyze it and just exist in the moment.”
One long kiss ends the series of rapid ones, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that makes my toes curl.
”I don”t know how,” I admit when it ends.
”Let me show you,” Parker says, twisting me in his arms to meet his eyes.
The stiff peaks of my nipples press against his chest as he backs me up against the doorway that leads back downstairs. He pins me between him and the hard slab of wood.
The door may be solid, but Parker is somehow even harder. Every inch of his body is covered in muscle, but the one between his legs puts the rest to shame. I can feel it down one leg of his jeans, grinding against me.
With a moan, I let my head fall back, his mouth moving down my neck and throat. His lips trace their way down one side and back up the other, before kissing me again. I suck his tongue into my mouth, trying desperately to get more.
”I want to see all of you,” Parker hums as his hands begin to unfasten the buttons of my blouse.
”Someone might see us,” I point out. His words still heat my blood up.
”They won”t. It”s just me up here. But I”m going to strip every inch of your clothes off. I want to see all of you, and that turns you on, doesn”t it?” Parker nips at the sensitive skin of one breast as he exposes it, my blouse slipping down and exposing my lacy bra. ”I thought you were just a voyeur at first, but you”ve got an exhibitionist streak buried deep down, don”t you? Just for me.”
Unfair. Unfair. Unfair.
”I don”t know what you”re talking about,” I lie.
”Liar,” Parker says as he unfastens my bra and lets it drop to the rooftop.
The cold air makes me gasp as it hits the stiff tips of my nipples, but Parker is quick to close his hand around one and his mouth around the other. My gasp twists into a hiss of pleasure, then somersaults into a moan of need.
Something about him knowing me well enough to call me on my own bullshit turns me on more than the thought that someone could see us.
”Fuck you,” I grind out, my hands caressing his back and shoulders as he bends down.
Parker looks up at me and winks, he winks, with my nipple rolling along his tongue and between his lips. He lets it go with an audible, wet pop that is obscenely sexy.
”I”m about to,” Parker says as he moves to take my other nipple in his mouth, switching sides seamlessly. His other hand massages my other breast, and it”s all I can do to stay upright.
My knees are made of melting jelly. Everything south of my neck is melting.
Parker doesn”t seem to care that I”m slowly combusting. He just keeps trailing kisses lower and lower, his hands only moving off my skin to divest me of more clothing.
All at once, I realize I”m basically naked, exposed. True, we”re out of the public eye, but we are in public. I”ve had this fantasy too many times to deny it.
”Fuck, you”ve got a pretty pussy, Sofie,” Parker says as he kneels in front of me.
I want to respond, but whatever part of my brain makes words is slowly liquifying and leaking out between my thighs.
”So wet for me, too,” Parker chuckles sinfully. ”I told you I was looking forward to dessert.”
Then his strong hands are lifting one of my legs, putting my foot on his shoulder as he dives between my thighs. I gasp and grab his hair, trying to hold on for dear life as Parker begins to eat my pussy.
My other leg buckles, but his other hands keep me upright. Slumped against the door, his mouth pressed against me with enough pressure to pin me in place.
His lips and tongue dance along my skin, tasting every inch. He starts slowly, exploring me, his tongue sliding up and down the length of every fold. Pleasure explodes on every nerve of my body. Every instinct I have is to let my head fall back, to screw my eyes shut, to block out everything else.
But I can”t take my eyes off his. He doesn”t blink, doesn”t break eye contact as he licks me, long and slow.
”You taste as good as you look, Sofie,” Parker croons in between licks.
All of it combined is pushing me rapidly to the edge of orgasm. The rational, logical part of my brain shuts down. I just ride him, ride his face, his body, as I move my hips against him. Grinding myself against his mouth, his lips closing around my clit and sucking it like he did my nipples.
”Fuck, I”m going to come, Parker,” I cry out. I”m loud, and not because no one can possibly hear us. I hope someone does. I want them to know.
He doesn”t stop, doesn”t slow down, doesn”t speed up. He just keeps going, rock steady. I”ve watched Parker do the same drill for hours, and the thought occurs to me that his stamina isn”t limited to hockey.
My thighs clamp down hard on his head, my feet leaving the ground completely. All that”s holding me up is Parker. His mouth and hands and the relentless need to push me over the edge. I cry out again and again, swearing and screaming his name as loud as I can.
Then I come. Hard. And I don”t stop coming. Parker doesn”t pull away until I go limp. Only then does he let me slide down the doorway into his arms.
He scoops me up and carries me to the blanket he has spread out on the rooftop. I cling to him, every muscle in my stomach aching like I just did one of Dakota”s two-hour core workouts.
Parker kisses me sweetly now, soft butterfly kisses that flit along my body. I laugh throatily, and even laughing makes me aware of just how sore I am all over.
”That sounds like the laugh of a girl who isn”t overthinking,” Parker says, smiling at me. It”s a smug smile, but damn, he earned it.
If I”d just done that to someone, I”d be smug, too.
The thought reignites desire in me, fanning the banked coals back into roaring flames. I don”t just want Parker on his knees for me. I want to blow his mind, too.
Well. Maybe not just his mind.