Needless to say, she’d crumpled up the certificate he’d handed her and tossed it straight into the trash.
But Parker didn’t need to know that. Whenever she spoke about Phil, Parker tensed up, and she got the feeling he didn’t like hearing about her ex. The only time he’d responded without a scowl was when she’d confessed she hadn’t slept with Phil in the five months they’d been dating. Parker had looked so overjoyed that she’d had to laugh, and she sure as heck wasn’t complaining about the way he’d ravished her right afterward.
“Naah, he’s been staying out of my way,” she said lightly.
Parker nodded. “Good.”
Their lunch arrived, and Parker wasted no time digging in. He ate so fast, in fact, Lynn broke out in a grin.
“Are we in a hurry?” she teased.
He looked surprised she’d even asked. “Of course.”
“And why is that?”
A seductive glimmer darkened his green eyes. “Because the faster we eat, the faster we can get back to my place so I can fuck your brains out.”
Oh my. Lynn scrambled for her fork.
So what if she got indigestion from bolting down her food? The reward was totally worth the risk.
Parker loved afternoon sex. There was something seriously hot about fucking in the middle of the day, with sunlight streaming in through the open curtains so every inch of Lynn’s delectable body was highlighted perfectly.
“Why am I always the one getting naked first?” She stood at the foot of his bed, arms crossed over her bare breasts.
“Because.”
“Because why?”
He flashed a grin. “Just because. Now c’mere.”
Although she looked exasperated, she still climbed onto the bed, draping herself over him and grinding against his crotch in the most delicious way.
Parker ran his hands down her smooth back and cupped her ass, giving her firm buttocks a good squeeze. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
“Are you seriously not going to take your clothes off?” she grumbled.
“You can do it for me. Later.”
“You’re always so bossy.”
Her indignant tone made him snort. “You love every fucking second of my bossiness, and you know it.”
Lynn paused, a frown creasing her forehead. “Wait, what do you mean, later?”
He cocked a brow. “Get up here.”
Her confused expression changed to a wide-eyed, rosy-cheeked flush as he tugged her up his body, his hands on her ass maintaining control as he directed her to exactly where he wanted.
When her knees finally settled on either side of his head, Parker looked up, admiring the glorious view from her pussy to her rapidly blinking gaze.
“I can’t believe you’re going to—”
She fell silent as he licked her. A fleeting taste, barely teasing his tongue between her folds. He held her firmly in position to counter the involuntary wiggle she seemed to develop. Squirming that only got wilder as he gave in to the need to feast. Harder licks, tormenting the bundle of sensitive nerves with his tongue, then his lips before finally putting his teeth to her clit and lightly biting.
“Parker. Ohhhhh—”
If he hadn’t had such a tight grip she might have bounced right off the mattress, her orgasm hit so hard. She pulsed her hips forward, riding his mouth as he lapped and licked and worked her until every last gasp had escaped.
She’d shoved her fingers into his hair at some point, but now instead of using her fists to hold him to her, she petted his head gently as her breathing steadied. “Wow. You are so good at that.”
“Dedication to the task. Rangers lead the way.”
She laughed, letting him ease her to the mattress beside him. He was achingly hard from touching her. Looking at her.
Being with her.
Lynn continued to stroke him, drawing designs with her fingertips on his chest. “Thank you.”
So sincere. As if bringing her to an orgasm didn’t drive him fucking nuts with pleasure. “You’re welcome. Now be a good girl and unbutton my pants.”
She eased up on one elbow, her hair falling in a curtain over her face.
Parker tucked his fingers into the soft mass, gathering it together and tugging lightly. “I want your hands on my cock in the next thirty seconds.”
When her fingers instantly reached for his zipper, Parker’s cock thickened even more, his pulse kicking up a notch. He loved how she didn’t tell him to screw off whenever he issued a wicked order. He’d been a soldier for so long he didn’t know how to not call the shots, but Lynn seemed to like it.
And damn, but he liked her. He liked her a helluva lot. After three weeks, he still hadn’t gotten his fill of the woman, and he was starting to suspect he never would.
“Now take them off,” he rasped.
With a little smile, Lynn peeled his jeans off his legs, then slid back to tug on his boxers. When his cock sprang up, her breath hitched.
He chuckled. “You do that every time.”
“Do what?”
“Gasp when you see my dick.” He shot her a smug look. “It’s spectacular, huh?”