She was glad he’d had a chance to meet Kennedy and Victoria when Victoria had been in town a couple of days ago. Little did he know there was no way Victoria would have returned to California without getting a chance to check him out. The same held true for Kennedy.
It had been obvious that both of her cousins had liked him. His Parker Stanhope charm, charisma and appeal had easily won them over. And, of course, his striking good looks and animal magnetism were attributes that any woman could appreciate. In no time at all, the four of them were sitting around the dinner table, savoring a meal Parker had prepared and engaging in conversation like old friends. It was obvious her cousins were quite taken with him, but then, she was taken with him as well.
He was looking at her expectantly, and she suddenly realized she hadn’t reacted to his words. “And I know they are glad they got to meet you.”
That was the understatement of the year. Both Kennedy and Victoria had called her later, giving her unsolicited advice about her love life. According to them, she’d be crazy if she didn’t go after Parker Stanhope with a vengeance. They told her that the sexual tension between her and Parker was thick enough to cut with a knife. And they claimed that Parker’s eyes had followed her, wherever she went. She had to admit that she’d watched him, just as closely. Victoria and Kennedy were taking bets as to who would cave first, dragging the other one to the bedroom to get it on.
And they had finally gotten it on. And it had been wonderful. Still, though she had no regrets, she couldn’t help wondering if he did.
She soon found out she had nothing to worry about it. Even while sitting in the kitchen, simply eating, it was obvious that they wanted more of each other. Making love those two times had just whet their appetites.
By the time they had finished their hot wings, her libido was in overload and there was no mistaking the low, sensual growl she heard in his throat when he stood to collect their plates to carry them to the sink.
She watched as he loaded the dishwasher, appreciating the sexiness of his stance, the strength of his build, the beauty of his bare back that was to her, and the way his PJ’s caressed his tush. Then she thought back to what was under those PJ’s—front and back.
As those memories filled her mind, her desire overwhelmed her, allowing some kind of primal force within her to take over. Suddenly the kitchen was filled with crackling energy—the hot, raw, carnal kind. She couldn’t stop a small moan from escaping her lips.
Hearing the sound, he turned and glanced over at her. The moment he did so, a jolt of need hit her, making her core ache. It was the very place he had been earlier, and she needed him to visit there again.
As if he read what was in her eyes, he crossed the kitchen floor, swept her back up into his arms and carried her into his bedroom.
Since Sebrina was used to working at night, it wasn’t odd for her to be awake in the predawn hours of the morning. She lay there a moment before remembering where she was, and whose naked leg was entwined with hers.
“You’re awake?”
The husky sound came close to her shoulder and the whispered words warmed her neck. Shifting to her back, she gazed into eyes so blue, they reminded her of the ocean in winter. The waters of the Jersey Shore were close to where her father lived and where she’d spent a lot of her summers.
His sandy brown hair had flopped in his face, nearly covering his eyes, and his unshaven jaw tempted her to touch him. Seeing such a sexy man this early in the morning was almost too much for her to absorb.
“Yes, I’m awake.”
He didn’t give her a chance to say anything else. His mouth swooped down on hers, taking her lips, her breath, her soul, as if he had every right to do so. It was as if he was claiming her as his.
And she loved it.
She loved him.
That admission sent a shockwave through her at the same time Parker released her mouth, then moved to her breast. A moan escaped her lips when he slid a nipple into his mouth and began sucking in earnest. “Oh yes!”
She couldn’t remember the last time a man had taken care of her breasts this way. Last night Parker had delivered multiple times, and he was still delivering.
He released that nipple and then went to the other one, at the same time as she felt his hand slowly move to the area between her legs. Silently begging for the pleasure only he could give her, her thighs parted willingly, allowing him to slide a finger inside of her. She groaned in pleasure and when he finally pulled his mouth away from her breasts, he whispered, “You are so hot…and so very, very wet. Baby, I need to taste you.”
Then he was shifting in bed, planting kisses downward, from her breasts toward her stomach, nibbling on the areas in between. Using his tongue, he licked all around her navel, then moved lower, rubbing his nose over her feminine folds. She gripped his shoulders, overwhelmed with emotion, and very, very grateful she’d recently had a bikini wax.
When he gripped her thighs and widened them, she knew what he was about to do. At the first flick of his tongue across her center she moaned, maybe too loudly, but she couldn’t help it. And when he used his fingers to open her folds, before letting his tongue take over, she couldn’t help but cry out. That’s when he buried his face between her legs, pushing his tongue inside of her, deeper than she thought any tongue could go.
His mouth devoured her clitoris. And when he locked his mouth on her and began sucking and licking her as if tasting her was the only good thing in his life, she nearly shot off the bed, but his grip on her thighs kept her in place.
She grabbed hold of his hair and pulled it, but that didn’t slow him down. It was as if he was marking her in every way that he could. She knew that she would forever yearn for him to do this to her.
She’d engaged in oral sex before, but it had never been like this. No man had ever used his tongue this way on her before, as if thirsty for every bit of moisture her body was creating. Her orgasm hit hard and he held tight, his mouth still on her, lapping her up like his life depended on it. And when she convulsed and exploded into what seemed like a trillion pieces, he was there, taking it all in.
And then she came yet again, and still, his mouth wouldn’t let up, taking everything she was giving him, burying his tongue nearly nose deep inside of her. She knew at that moment, whether she wanted to or not, whether it was his intent or not, he owned this. She couldn’t imagine any other man doing this to her. And while her body was coming down from a double orgasm, she felt him get out of bed and through dazed eyes, she watched him open his nightstand to retrieve another condom and put it on.
Then he was back, sliding between her legs and in one smooth thrust, he entered her. All she could do was hold on as he took her hard and fast. It was a good thing the bed had a good mattress because it was definitely getting a workout. And then he tilted her hips for deeper penetration and began thrusting even faster.
She thought he had gone farther into the depths of her body than any man had ever gone before. His manhood was touching places that had never been touched, and she was feeling the effect.
He joined his hands with hers above her head, entwining their fingers, then rubbed his chest against her breasts as he continued to ride her. Torture had never been so sweet. She lifted her hips to receive each and every one of his downward thrusts, fighting back an orgasm, not ready for it to come yet. But she couldn’t hold it back.