All Fired Up (DreamMakers #1)

“I can’t wait.”


His lips touched hers before she’d even finished speaking, his entire torso held above her body. She wasn’t locked in place by his weight, but by the sheer heat of his presence. Lynn squirmed, arching up to make contact with his firm chest, threading her fingers into his hair and urging him to take the kiss deeper.

Her nipples were trapped under the confines of her bra cups, providing far too little friction when what she wanted was skin on skin. Parker slowed, lazily exploring her lips with the tip of his tongue. He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth before retreating to his side of their picnic feast.

“I have to stop now, or we’ll get thrown out.”

Lynn worked to steady her breathing. She picked up her strawberry milkshake and took a deep drink while she fought for control. The sweet, cold concoction slipped down her throat smoothly, but all she could think about was the craving she had for more of his heat. “We could go somewhere else…”

“And miss the fireworks?” Parker stroked her leg slowly, fingers light on the line between the bottom of her skirt and the length of her bare leg. Teasing, tiny motions that made her squeeze her thighs together, desperate for relief.

Her fingers tightened around the cool container in her hand. “I’ve never known anyone like you before.”

That needy rumble he made sounded again, bouncing off the ache building deep and low in her belly. “Just a guy who can’t keep his hands off the gorgeous woman he’s been craving for hours. If I were more of a gentleman I’d take you for coffee or dessert now, some place where we could talk more, instead of planning the quickest way to get you out of your clothes.”

“We’ve been talking nonstop for the past two hours,” she pointed out once the delicious shiver stopped racing over her entire body.

“Yup, and I’ve enjoyed every second of it.”

“Good. So now let’s get out of here and enjoy something other than talking.” Lord, where was this brazen confidence coming from?

The intense fire in his eyes was back. As if the most important thing on his mind was stripping her bare and nibbling her from one end to the other. “Remember that comment I made before about you not playing fair?”

Lynn got up on her knees. With her hands on her hips she gave him her best naughty expression, too turned on to even consider how raunchy the words would sound until she actually whispered them. “Please, Parker. Please take us somewhere so I can suck your cock.”

“Fuck.”

He had their picnic packed up, his jacket back on, and her by the hand in under a minute. Her cheeks were furiously hot, but in spite of that she laughed at his eager rush. He joined in, the two of them dodging people as they raced to the parking lot.

“We can talk while we have sex,” Lynn offered. “Does that make it better?”

He stopped her in the middle of doing up her seatbelt, his hand catching her chin as he kissed her again, hard enough to make her lips tingle by the time he pulled away far enough to stare into her eyes.

“You’re going to be too busy with your mouth on my cock to talk.”

Well, now. That would be fine, too.





So much for showing any kind of restraint. Although from the way Lynn was eyeing him, she wasn’t too disappointed in their date so far. Parker grinned. Then he spent the next fifteen minutes fighting to keep them safe on the road.

Lynn seemed determined to destroy not only his concentration, but his mind. She changed the music station, turning it from his usual classic rock to a slow jazzy beat. The tempo matched his heart rate, a low, seductive melody wrapping around them, the pulse of drums sending shivers along his spine.

Lynn toed off her sandals. “Mind if I put my feet up?”

Oh hell no, he didn’t mind at all. “Be my guest.”

He headed toward his goal, eyes fixed on the road while his peripheral vision got a workout. He started at her brightly painted toenails, admiring her ankles and the smooth curve of her calves. She pushed the seat back, the angle of having her feet up on his dash meaning the edge of her filmy blue skirt slipped, exposing more of her luscious legs.

Legs that went on forever. Parker snuck a hand over and gently touched her thigh. So soft. She was so soft he couldn’t resist stroking back and forth, just the slightest motion.

She hummed, low and long, her satisfied tone mixing with the music and acting like a lightning rod to his cock.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Lookout.”