“I want you,” I said.
Finally, he was as impatient as me, moving so he was positioned at the entrance to my body. My hands skated up his arms, the muscles there flexed and hard as they supported his weight above me.
“Look at me,” he said.
Our eyes met and it felt as though we were sharing the same soul. He pushed inside me, filling me, and now we shared the same body. The idea of two people becoming one had always seemed to me a rather romanticized view of sex. Not anymore. Now I understood what people meant when they said that.
I couldn’t look away. I didn’t even blink. His eyes were a deeper blue than I’d ever recalled them being. His face was so dear to me, I had to touch him. My hand cupped his cheek and he turned, pressing his lips into the center of my palm.
He began to move and I wrapped my legs around his waist, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts. Slow and deliberate, I could feel every inch of him sliding out of and into my body. It was an exquisite torture.
I wanted him to kiss me again, so I threaded my fingers through his hair and drew him toward me. His kiss was deep and I lost myself in him. Pleasure and emotion tangled into a haze as he made love to me. He whispered in my ear and fit his palm at my hip, his hand sliding down my thigh to hook behind my knee and lift my leg higher up his side. Time lost meaning and I clutched at his ass, urging him faster and harder.
Our bodies were damp with sweat and I was moaning and gasping, hovering on the blissful edge. Parker thrust harder, my name on his lips as he came, sending me flying again. Our bodies were in complete sync, the pleasure so acute it brought tears to my eyes as I held on to him.
We were both breathing hard as the waves of ecstasy ebbed. I felt utterly boneless, completely overcome with not only the physical connection we’d just shared, but also at the emotions coursing through me. Post-orgasmic glow was too mild a phrase to describe how I was feeling. Parker’s head was buried against my neck, his breath hot against my skin. My legs still circled his waist and I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat against my chest. It was … utterly lovely.
Right up until I got a toe cramp.
“Ow ow ow ow ow.” I cringed, frantically squirming to try and get to my toe.
“What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?” Parker asked anxiously, lifting himself off me.
“Toe cramp,” I hurried to explain, pushing myself up and grabbing my foot with the offending toe. “Ouch. Dammit.” Okay, not exactly how I’d pictured the aftermath, but what could I do. I sighed in relief as the cramp eased, then glanced at Parker, who was staring at me. I shrugged, embarrassed. “Sorry. Couldn’t help it.”
He burst out laughing, his eyes dancing as he looked at me. “Well, I’m glad your toe waited. A few minutes earlier would have been extremely inconvenient,” he teased. “Are you okay now?”
“Yes, I’m fine,” I said primly, though I was having a hard time hiding my grin. “Classy, right?” I rolled my eyes.
Parker surprised me with a swift kiss. “Yes, you are. And also unexpected. I love how you constantly surprise me. I never know what’s coming.”
Taking me in his arms, he twisted to lie on his back, tucking me into his side with his arm underneath my head. Still smiling, I nestled closer to him. I had the passing thought I should get up and go clean up a little and wipe the stickiness from the inside of my thighs, but I loathed the thought of moving too much. So I stayed where I was.
Parker’s fingers idly drew unseen patterns on my shoulder, his touch trailing lightly up and down my arm. I listened to his heartbeat and watched the slow rise and fall of his chest as he breathed.
“How did you know I was here?” I asked.
“I looked everywhere for you,” he said. “I called Megan, knocked on your neighbors’ doors, even tried to reach Ryker. This was the last place I thought to look. It should’ve been the first, I guess. It makes sense that you’d go home. Where are your parents? Out of town, I take it?”
“Yeah. I told my mom a little of what was going on. She said I should come here. So I did. After that guy found me at Ryker’s, I didn’t know where to go and I couldn’t reach you …”
His arm tightened around me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you like that.”
“It’s okay. Was everything okay at your place?”
He hesitated. “Not … really, no.”
I lifted my head to look at him, alarmed. “What does that mean?”
“It means there’s now a dead guy in my apartment.”
“What!” I sat straight up.
“It’s okay,” Parker said, tugging me back down.
“It’s not okay! What happened?”
“It was an ambush,” he said. “But I knew it was coming, and Viktor underestimated my ability to fight back.”
“Did you call the police?”
“No. I called Sasha. He sent a cleanup crew to take care of the body and the damage to the apartment.”