closer. And I didn’t intend to
start with Parker.
“Meagan?”
I held my tongue.
“Come on. I know you weren’t a virgin when we had sex the first time.”
“Of course not. Don’t be silly.”
A few seconds ticked by, unnerving me while his gaze penetrated my body. I couldn’t
see him, and he had full view of me.
“When was the last time you had a serious relationship?”
“Never.”
“Never,” he repeated. “I see.”
Did he?
He set his hands on both sides of my head and leaned forward. His lips hit mine, softening
me with their touch. And then he spoke against my mouth. “Submit to me. No one will
know. I promise. We’ll keep it to ourselves for as long as you desire. You can trust
me.”
I already was submitting, wasn’t I? It did relieve me that he verbalized his promise,
however.
He gently set his lips on mine again and licked the seam between them.
I parted, my tongue reaching out to taste him. I loved his taste. And he kissed better
than any man I’d ever been with. He tasted of the wine we’d shared at dinner, a deep
fruity flavor. I hadn’t seen a wine list. He’d ordered it without looking, but I was
sure it had cost more than the outfit I’d been wearing. Though perhaps that wasn’t
a stretch.
When his tongue dipped inside, I moaned, losing myself to his kiss.
The urge to burrow my hands in his thick hair was strong, but every time I moved my
wrists, I was reminded of their restraint. And damn if it didn’t make me hot. A tight
ball of desire built in my belly and grew with each passing moment.
When he released my mouth, I was almost disappointed, until he trailed kisses down
my neck and lower, sucking a nipple between his lips.
I arched my back, thrusting upward. My heels dug into the bed on both sides of his
knees.
Suddenly he pinched my other nipple between two fingers, drawing a moan from me. “Parker…”
He released my nipple with a small pop. “Mmm. Normally I would ask you to keep quiet.
But God, woman, I love the sounds you make. And when you mumble my name, it makes
my dick harder. Besides, every time I’ve fucked you before, you’ve been forced to
hold back. So, I’m going to let you make all the noises you want tonight. It’s sexy
as hell.”
How chivalrous …
He let his fingers dance over the undersides of my breasts and then lower, stroking
my belly until it dipped.
I bit my lip when he grabbed both thighs at the juncture to my sex and pressed them
wider. He was right about one thing—I was meticulous, and luckily that extended to
keeping myself groomed. How was I to know he would show up at my office today and
whisk me away for the night?
“I love this little strip you keep up the center.” Two fingers landed above my clit
and smoothed upward. “Normally, completely bare is more my style. But you might change
my mind. I’ve been thinking about this little patch for six weeks.”
Lord. I swallowed.
Before I wrapped my mind around the visual, he slid down the bed farther and lowered
his face to my pussy. Seconds later, my lower lips were held open, and his tongue
plunged into me.
My lips fell apart, and I released a deep groan. He was so fucking good with his mouth.
After that first night together, I hadn’t had the pleasure of his lips again. The
night of the rehearsal dinner and the reception, we’d made do with cramped quarters
on a tight timeline.
When he flattened his tongue on my sex and lapped upward to flick it over my clit,
I nearly shot off the bed.
He held me steady, though, gripping my thighs, prepared for my reaction. And then
his teeth pinched my swollen nub, just enough to make me flinch at the shock but not
enough to truly hurt.
As if all my blood flooded to my clit, it pulsed against his teeth.
And then he flattened his face over me and sucked hard.
I screamed. The sensation was amazing. So much pressure. Building. Climbing. Threatening
to explode in a