My mouth hung open, shocked that she’d admit what I’d only recently found out from Linc. I tried to tell her I was sorry. That I was in the wrong to push her away. That I’d always loved her. But none of that came out.
“Clearly, I wasn’t the one for you.”
Parker’s hand moved so fast that I could barely see it. But I sure as fuck felt the sharp sting of her hand connecting with my cheek as she hit me with every bit of strength she had.
Everything inside me snapped.
12
Remy
Parker’s throat felt like silk under my hand. She slapped me and my body just reacted. I lunged forward, wrapping my fingers around her neck and pinning her against the wall before I could stop myself. Her heart raced, and I felt it as I raised her arms above her head with my free hand, easily wrapping both of her hands in my one, still keeping my right hand around her throat. Not hard enough to cut off her airflow, but just enough to keep her from going after me again.
Both of our chests were heaving, and with the expression on my face, I dared her to speak. I should have known Parker wouldn’t do anything the easy way, though.
“Are you happy?” Her question caught me off guard, and I almost let her go. The challenge in her eyes, however, stopped me in my tracks. “Or do you need something more?” She arched her back, rubbing against my body before retreating against my touch, pulling away so that her back touched the wall behind her and there was far too much space between us.
The way her voice rolled over my skin had my body aching to touch hers, so I forced myself to step back so that our only points of contact were where I was holding her with my hands. I wouldn’t be able to think if she touched me anywhere else.
I countered her question with one of my own, using the few moments of silence to gain control of myself. “Are you done yet?” The guttural timbre of my question rolled over her, demanding an answer.
Her pupils dilated in the dim light, and Parker swallowed. “Not even close.”
She bit her lip, and her eyes dropped to my mouth, inviting me to act on every dirty thought I’d ever had about her.
Suddenly, I found myself unable to do it. Unable to touch her. Unable to look at her. Not when I could never have her. Parker would never be mine.
“I fucked up,” I admitted. “I know that. You know it. I did it to hurt you, too. But when I saw what came next… I knew I couldn’t have you, no matter how much I fucking burned to mark you, to take what I did back. Every inch of my body craves you, Parker, just like it always has. And I would burn the entire world down if it meant I could spend one night with you in my arms.”
I let go, only to have her slump against the wall, breathing deeply. I couldn’t bring myself to step away from her though. Her scent wrapped around me, refusing to let me go. Closing my eyes was the only escape I had, so I took it.
And then I was hit with a battering ram that was Parker. Like a ton of bricks, she slammed into me, and my hands wrapped around her ass instinctively. Her legs wound around my waist, and our lips met in a brutal kiss.
She opened her mouth against mine, and before she could change her mind, I took the invitation she offered. I pushed Parker back against the wall, and her arms clawed at my neck as we both poured every ounce of pent-up emotion into the connection between us.
I slid my tongue against hers, relishing the kiss I’d dreamt about for years. And Parker, well, she fuckin’ bit me when she got the chance.
So I did the only logical thing I could. I dropped her to her feet and ripped her shirt up and off her body, leaving her in a pair of leggings and a bra that didn’t hide anything.
While she stood there, panting with the shock of what had just happened, I didn’t waste a single second. I dropped to my knees and pulled her leggings by the waist down her legs, only pausing when I saw that she hadn’t put any underwear on, and then all she wore was that damned bra. I made sure to touch every single inch of her skin as I stood up, kneading her ass and then running my fingers up her back to unsnap the only thing standing between me and heaven.
While she watched, I ripped my shirt off. Buttons and all, I just yanked it off. I could always buy another, but there was no telling if Parker would change her mind about us.
My pants were another story. All I had to do was unbutton them, and then I was back on Parker. I kissed her again, stealing her breath away as I lifted her back up, needing her. She pulled back from the kiss, and my heart stuttered in my chest, waiting for her to tell me to stop. I would die inside, but if she asked me to, I would.
“Now.” She groaned. “Hurry.”
Shocked didn’t even begin to describe my feelings at that moment. Instead of questioning my sanity, I held her against the wall with my body pressed against hers and dropped one hand to push my pants down just enough.
My cock, which had been hard since she slapped me, sprang out and to attention, resting right under her ass. Almost where I needed to be.
Parker moaned. “Remy.” She pushed down against my cock and I almost exploded right there.
I leaned forward, panting with need, and pressed my forehead against hers, waiting for her lust-filled eyes to meet mine.
“Do you want this? Tell me to stop, Parker.” My gut clenched while I waited for her to process my words, and my heart hit my ribs so heavily that I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.
“Yes.”
One word, and the woman in my arms fulfilled my every single fantasy. Then she took matters into her own hands, literally, when I didn’t move fast enough. I gasped when Parker reached down and grabbed my cock, lining it up to her entrance.
“Now, Remington.” Her purr, combined with that fucking nickname, drove me into a frenzy.
I bit out every word of my response, barely holding on to my control. “Not. My. Name.”
The smile on her face in response sent me over the edge, and I double-checked to make sure I was lined up correctly before slamming into her core.
Parker’s neck arched back and she screamed in pleasure as I thrust into her as far as I could.
“Fuck.” My grunt was met with a whimper as her nails sank into my neck and she matched each of my movements with one of her own.
I took her that way, against the wall in my living room, with a fucking smile on my face while I did it. At least until she clenched around me and I nearly lost it.
“Parker.” I gasped her name, needing more. Needing her.
She leaned into the wall, and I tried to get the right angle, but failed.
“Fuck it.” I pulled her away from the wall, still inside her body, and stepped out of my pants, thankful that I’d had the forethought to take my shoes off when I first got home.
I carried her through the house to my bedroom, my dick bouncing inside her as we went. Parker’s groans and whimpers filled my mind as I pushed open the half-shut door and moved to the bed. Without letting go of the woman in my arms, I fell down onto the bed and thrust into her body even deeper than we’d been before.
“Fucking perfect.” Lifting her legs so that they were wrapped around my waist more securely, I gripped her thighs and claimed her with every movement.
I would never get enough of the way her body felt under mine, and one particular stroke brought me deeper than I thought possible. With a satisfied groan, I leaned down to kiss Parker, relishing the way her body opened for mine. Her fingers scraped my scalp as she lost herself in the kiss, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I lost complete control.