“Never said I didn’t want you. Don’t ever doubt that I do.”
“You were trying to be a good guy,” she whispered, marveling over that.
“I have my moments. But now isn’t one of them.”
She let out a low laugh and buried her face in his chest, trying to get a bearing over this feeling of being out of control.
His hand rubbed in slow circles on her back, giving comfort while spiking up her body temperature. And her need level.
Which was at an all-time high.
But she wanted him in the same state. So she placed her lips at the base of his throat, flicking her tongue out so that she could taste him.
He tasted amazing.
With a groan, he slid his hands down to cup her ass in his palms and pulled her in hard. She couldn’t help but rub up against him, smiling in satisfaction when he said her name in a low, gravelly voice.
She lifted her head to gloat and his mouth came down on hers, stealing her breath and urging her on. Better yet, but he was still holding himself in careful control. Nipping his bottom lip, she sucked it in between hers, running her tongue along the edge. “So how about you?” she murmured teasingly. “You want an orgasm, too?”
But he wasn’t feeling playful. His eyes stayed steady and intense on hers. “I told you what I want, Zoe. You.”
There wasn’t enough air in the room, there just wasn’t. Don’t do this, the smart part of her said. You’ll fall for him, you know you will.
Too late, another part of her said—her inner ho. Take what you can get of him.
He must have seen it in her eyes because he flashed her a wolf grin and then spun her around, away from him, crowding her into the counter.
It had been a damn long time, and maybe this was how it was done these days, but she could admit she’d been hoping for a face-to-face encounter—
Her dress slithered off her and hit the floor, pooling around her heels.
She let out a nervous laugh and gripped the counter with two fists, in a quandary now. She wanted to turn around, but she’d lied before about having her best lingerie on. A bra hadn’t been possible with the dress and her panties were so small as to be nonexistent. It had seemed like a great idea when she’d been dressing, but now—
All of her thoughts scattered like the wind when Parker pressed up against her bare back, sliding his hands up the front of her thighs and then nudging them apart. His fingers glided uninhibited northbound until he touched the lace edge of her panties. She was already quivering when he ran a fingertip along that edging. She expected him to slip past the barrier, but instead his hand cupped her over the material, his other sliding to her stomach and then a breast. She arched her back, tilting her head to give him room, and his lips took full advantage, dancing along the column of her throat.
“So soft. So wet,” he said in her ear, voice rough, fingers gentle as he tortured her, driving her up, holding her on the edge, his other hand gripping a hip to keep her in place as he teased her until she was panting.
“Parker.” She placed a hand over his, grinding back into him.
His hands pushed her legs farther apart, caressing as he did, until she was pushing back against his fingers, wiggling her hips in silent demand, and finally he slipped past the lace and touched her skin to skin.
They both moaned at that. Unable to stop herself, she pushed back into him again and turned her face into his neck. As his fingers parted her, her lips latched onto him, alternating tongue and teeth as she threaded her hand through his hair so that she had an anchor.
Every stroke of his fingers had her gripping a little bit harder, back arching, until she was so wet and ready she was begging him to take her.
But he didn’t.