All Parker knew was he needed to be inside his woman now. Needed to show her he was the only man she’d ever need.
Breathing hard, he eased her jeans off her delectable ass, then yanked on his own waistband as Lynn hurriedly slipped out of one pant leg. She fumbled in her purse before pressing a condom into his palm, and he had it rolled on in no time, his shaft impossibly hard as he spun Lynn so she faced the wall. His eager hand pushed aside the crotch of her panties, and she bent forward to brace her hands on the wall at the same moment he drove into her from behind.
“Oh hell,” he mumbled, seeing stars thanks to the tight grip of her pussy.
Moaning, she bore down harder, and his vision went hazier, his hips moving faster.
“You drive me crazy.” Her whispered words stoked the fire in his groin, sending him closer to the edge.
“Uh-uh, you drive me crazy,” he murmured, stroking her hips as he pumped into her. “I’m so close, babe. The second I get inside you, I’m ready to burst.”
“Good. Because I’m even closer,” she breathed. Her perfect ass wiggled as she met his hurried thrusts, her hand between her legs, furiously rubbing her clit. “So close. I’m…going…to…come…like right now.”
He felt the instant her orgasm hit, because her pussy clenched around him and her sweet moan of release reverberated in the dark room. There was nothing he loved more than making Lynn come, and as always, her orgasm set off his own. A wave of ecstasy crashed into him, tightening his balls and triggering a mind-blowing climax that made him gasp.
His chin fell onto Lynn’s shoulder, chest heaving as his release filled the condom. Lord, he wished he was coming inside her, feeling her inner walls ripple over his cock as he marked her with his seed. The mess would have totally been worth it for the extra sensation of going bare.
Not that he was complaining—he could honestly say this quickie in the club was one of the hottest encounters of his life. And he could tell Lynn enjoyed it too, because she was grinning as they quickly rearranged their clothing.
“I love recon,” she declared.
I love you, he almost blurted out, but swallowed the words at the last second. It was way too soon for that kind of confession, and even if it weren’t, there was no way in hell he was professing his love in a goddamn supply closet of a circus club.
Parker tossed the condom in the wastebasket near the door, smiling when he noticed Lynn’s silver-blue eyes twinkling in the shadows. She looked sated and happy.
“Ready to go?” she said, still smiling as if she’d won the lottery. “Or do you want to ravish me again?”
He brushed a kiss over her lips. “Let’s save the next round of ravishing for my bedroom.”
“Perfect.” Lynn curled against him for another brief moment.
As they ducked out of the room, Parker held her hand tightly, guiding her into the darkness where a million stars sparkled overhead. If there were ever a time to wish on a shooting star, he figured this would be it.
A perfect moment to make a wish for forever.
Chapter Twelve
The butterflies in his gut had progressed past tangoing to shooting off warning salvos over his kidneys.
He’d dealt with death. With freezing cold and scorching hot. Been chewed on by rodents and blooded by mosquitoes the size of birds. He’d gone into situations where he hadn’t known if he’d come out alive, and yet the sensation dogging him tonight was more intimidating.
And all he faced was an evening on the town with the woman he was falling in love with.
“You sure you don’t need a drink?” Jack taunted.
“Shut up.”
His partner leaned on the limo, adjusting the sleeves of his rented jacket. His grin was as loud as a shout. “You look like a dead man walking, not someone headed to grab your girl for a wild date.”
Fucker. “Drop it, Hunter. I don’t need the psychobabble.”
“Just saying.”
“You’d look good in a body bag, you know that?”
His buddy’s grin only got wider. “Hey, is that any way to talk to your chauffeur? I’m going out of my way to help make your night an out-of-this-world experience—”
“Because it’s your fault our regular driver isn’t available, so suck it up.”
Jack looked offended. “My fault? Hey, he’s supposed to keep his eyes forward, not on what customers are doing in the backseat. A man ignores the rules of the road at his own peril.”
“You booked him to drive the wedding party home.”
“So?”
“You failed to warn him it was a lesbian ceremony—”
“So?” Jack’s tone wavered, his amusement rising.
“—between nudists.”