“Still not my fault,” Jack insisted once he’d wiped the smirk off his face. “The bride and the bride were the ones who decided to get busy during the ride home. You can’t blame me for the driver getting suspended for weaving all over the road.”
Jack might be right, but that didn’t make Parker any happier about hauling his partner in to help with the dream date he’d arranged for Lynn. Even though she’d been yanking his chain about fooling around with his buddies the other day, he still felt aggressively possessive.
And right now, he didn’t fucking care if Jack knew it.
“Put on your chauffeur’s hat and get your ass in the limo. Not a word to her, you understand? Nothing about how gorgeous she is, or about what she’s wearing. Hell, don’t even look at her.”
“Question.” Jack’s face epitomized innocence.
“Yes?” Parker said suspiciously.
“Do I have permission to jerk off later to the thought of you and your lady getting busy?”
“I’m this close to strangling to you.” Parker jabbed a finger at his buddy. “In the limo. I’ll be right back.”
The entire walk to Lynn’s apartment Parker kept adjusting his tie. The tight knot lay uncomfortably against his rapidly beating pulse. A pulse that only increased in tempo when she opened the door to his knock.
Shimmering blue silk covered her curves, the clinging fabric wrapped around the body he now knew every inch of in intimate detail. She’d pulled her hair into a fancy do, two long shining strands left loose to frame her face. Her sparkling eyes, the same stunning color as the fabric enveloping her, drew him in, and not even the low swoop of the bodice over her perfect breasts dragged his attention away.
“Hello, gorgeous.” He stepped through the doorway and took her into his arms because there was no way he could resist.
Their lips met, her fingers curling around his neck and driving into his hair. The sweet kiss he’d intended to give her heated up far too rapidly, and if he wasn’t careful they would not only miss their reservation, but they might not even make it out of her apartment.
Fortunately she had more control than him. Lynn tugged the back of his head, dragging their lips apart far enough he breathed in her contented sigh. Their lips brushed as she spoke.
“You clean up nice, as well,” she teased. “I like your monkey suit.”
The shared memory made them smile.
Getting to the restaurant passed in a blur, although he could tell she was suitably impressed by the limousine. Miraculously, Jack kept his mouth shut, and it seemed only moments later he and Lynn were ushered into a decadent leather loveseat, the curved seat tucked behind an elegant table in one of the most exclusive dining establishments in the Bay Area.
Lynn’s crystal eyes sparkled as she admired their surroundings. “I feel like a little girl who’s been given a magic mirror. There’re so many beautiful things to look at.”
“Naah, there’s only one beautiful thing worth looking at.” Parker linked their fingers together, unable to stop touching her, his gaze fixated on her.
Her lips pulled into a satisfied smile.
“I appreciated your help with the recon the other day. And I thought it was only right to show you a little romance as a thank-you.”
“Is that what you’re doing tonight? Showing me you know what I like?”
“That’s what I do every night.” He let go of her hand and stretched his arm along the back curve of the couch. The position encouraged her to lean against his biceps and offered a mouthwatering view of her delectable breasts. “But tonight especially.”
Her lips grazed his cheek before she faced forward again, the distance between their bodies remaining unchanged. Her thigh remained tight to his, one soft breast pressed against his side.
White-suited waiters floated in with appetizers and salads, appearing and vanishing as if by magic.
“Did you pay extra for the wait staff to never interrupt us?” Lynn laid her fingers on his thigh, and Parker’s body tightened with need.
“It’s Eternity on the Bay, sweetheart. Superior service is expected at a place like this. Makes it a favorite for local celebrities.”
“Are there any famous people here tonight?” Lynn craned her neck as she casually glanced around the restaurant. “Movie stars, singers—do you see anyone important?”
“I see the most important person in the world, and she’s right here.” Oh boy. Parker gave himself a mental smack. He really was being a romantic sap—and he couldn’t stop himself.
Lynn didn’t seem to mind. She abandoned her covert surveillance and gave him a sweet smile. “That’s about the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
They got caught staring at each other, his gaze drifting from her eyes to her lips to the curve of where her neck and shoulder met before repeating it all over again. Yeah. He was well and truly gone on this woman, and there was no use pretending otherwise.