It was the Parker James equivalent of begging on bended knee. She drew in a deep breath and then nearly had heart failure when Darcy stuck her head in the kitchen.
“Sorry,” she said, not looking sorry at all. “But I have to get home and I don’t want to leave before the show’s over. Can we fast-track it to the ending?”
Zoe stabbed a finger at the door and Darcy flashed a grin. “Fine. I’m out.” She took the time to point at Parker and then back at her own two eyes, mouthing I’ve got my eyes on you . . .
When she was gone, Parker looked at Zoe. “My sister has nothing on nosiness compared to yours.”
“Nope.”
He gave her a little smile. “She loves you.”
“Yep.” Zoe squeezed him tight. “Where were we?”
“You were about to spill your guts to me,” he said.
“I’m glad you came back,” she said. “Took you long enough.”
“I tried not to come back,” he said with a low laugh. “Christ, I tried.”
“I know.” With a little laugh of her own, she rested her head on his chest so she could admit this part without having to hold his gaze. “And I tried not to care.”
His voice had a wry smile in it as he hugged her into him. “We deserve each other.”
“Yes, we do.” His hands slid down her back to cup her ass, and she felt her body rev. She lifted her head. “Maybe we should go upstairs and give each other what we deserve.”
They made it as far as the stairs before Zoe dragged him down on top of her, reaching for his zipper. “Thank God my sister left,” she said, freeing a most impressive erection.
He was in the middle of stripping her naked, his hands everywhere. “Yeah, maybe we could not talk about your sister right now.”
She smiled coyly. “What should we talk about?”
He pulled her over him and shoved her hair from her face. “How I’ve been yours since the second we met.”
She felt her throat tighten, but still she tried to make light. “You mean when I mistakenly kissed you on my porch?”
Poised to enter her, he stopped and cupped her face, staring into her eyes, not letting her joke this away. “Best damn mistake to ever happen to me, Zoe.”
Oh, he was good. So very, very good. “So what now?” she asked in a whisper.
He kissed her softly and then not so softly. And then he pulled her down so that he could thrust up into her. “First, I’m going to take you on these stairs.”
Her breath caught and she found herself nodding her head like a bobblehead. “And then?” she asked eagerly.
“And then we’ll move to the upstairs landing. And then your bed. And then maybe the shower, if we can still walk.”
She pressed her mouth to his gorgeous lips. “And then?”
“And then,” he said, voice rough with need and emotion, God, so much emotion, “I want to hold you while I sleep. All night, Zoe. I want to wake up with you in my arms. And then we do the same thing all over tomorrow night. And the night after that.”
Her heart had swelled up against her rib cage. “For how many nights?” she asked.
“All of them,” he said, and mended the last rift in her heart.
Epilogue
Six months later . . .
A warm breeze settled around Zoe and Parker as they watched a just-married Wyatt and Emily sway to the music together in Zoe’s backyard. The plan had been to do the reception in the house but the day had turned out so unseasonably perfect they’d moved the party outside. They were still dressed as bride and groom, though Emily was barefoot and on tiptoes, wrapped in her husband’s arms as they stared at each other raptly.
“You look so beautiful tonight,” Parker murmured, coming up behind Zoe, pulling her back into his strong, warm arms. “You outshine even the bride.”
She felt herself flush a little and wriggled, gratified to feel Parker’s body respond.
Mouth nuzzling her ear, he laughed softly, naughtily. “Keep that up and I’ll drag you inside.”