Instead he yanked her around to face him, the motion and the rush of cold air puckering her nipples even tighter, needing his touch.
He didn’t disappoint, lowering his head to a breast as his hand stretched the lace of her panties, making more room for himself so that his finger could slide in deep. He moved in slow stroking motions, his thumb brushing lazily back and forth in a rhythm designed to drive her right out of her ever-lovin’ mind. She struggled to get her hands between them to shove up his shirt and when it caught on his arms, he pulled free long enough to tear it over his head.
He kicked off his shoes and undid his cargos. “Gotta make some room,” he growled, and then went back to the task of making her lose herself in him.
It took less than two seconds and she was gone, coming hard. She’d have slid bonelessly to the floor if he hadn’t held her up. When she stopped shuddering and opened her eyes, she realized they were on the move. He was carrying her out of the kitchen, smile predatory and just a little smug.
“You liked that,” he said.
“Yes.” She slid a hand into his opened cargos and wrapped her fingers around his impressive length, which jerked against her palm. “And you like this.”
He hissed in a breath and dumped her on the couch. She bounced once before he was on her.
“My shoes,” she said. “I’ve got to take off my shoes.”
“Those aren’t shoes, those are evil devices designed to blow a man’s mind, and they’re staying on,” he said in a very sexy voice.
She pulled back to look at him. “Yeah?”
He took in the sight of her in the panties and those high-heeled booties and nothing else. “Oh yeah,” he said, and made a low, appreciative male sound that sent a shiver of anticipation racing through her. She desperately wanted him inside her, stretching her, filling her up. “Parker, please.”
“Kiss me,” he demanded, and she lifted her head so that their eyes met for a beat before he met her halfway, claiming her mouth with the same ease with which he’d claimed her body.
Oreo came bounding into the room, looking sleepy, like maybe they’d woken him up. When he saw them, he quickly turned playful, galloping over.
“Oreo, sit,” Parker said in a deep, firm voice. “Sit and stay.”
Oreo actually skidded to a halt and sat obediently.
And stayed.
Zoe understood exactly. Just listening to Parker’s commanding tone made her want to do whatever he said.
Then he tugged her panties from her and tossed them over his shoulder. Lacing his fingers through hers, he used her as his guide down her own body, fingering her nipples, cupping their weight, then tracing her belly button and lower, to the V of her inner thighs.
And between.
At the touch, her hips bucked in response.
“I can’t take my eyes off you,” he said, his lips following their joined hands.
She could only moan in response as he tasted her, sucking her slowly into his mouth as she chased another orgasm. She was still gasping when he brought their joined hands up to his lips. Holding her gaze, he slipped one of her fingers into his mouth. He bit her lightly and she rocked up. Gripping him by the biceps, she tugged him closer and shoved his pants to his thighs, freeing him enough to once again wrap her fingers around his hard length. “Your turn.”
“Not done with you yet,” he said, and made her tremble in anticipation.
He pinned her hips with his. She reached for him but he eluded her, coming up with a condom to protect them both. He took his sweet-ass time about getting it on, too, pushing against her so that she could feel every solid inch of what waited for her.