Right when I thought he’d say it, that he’d finally tell me how he felt, he smiled mischievously.
“On second thought, maybe I’ll coerce you into telling me.”
When his lips pressed against mine, I thought that would be the end of it.
I was wrong. Very, very wrong.
21
Parker
The bed bounced underneath us as Remy came down hard while he kissed me. The grunt that left my lips was swallowed by his tongue pressing against my own.
While I wrapped my arms around his neck, he was busy pulling my leggings down and off. Once he was done, I pulled my shirt over my head and unsnapped the bra behind my back. Remy’s eyes never left my body as he stripped, causing me to bite my lip in anticipation. The promise in his eyes was almost too much.
“You gave in first,” I teased him. “I win the game.”
“What’s been happening between us since you moved in was never a game, Parker.” His throaty growl made the skin on my arms prickle and my nipples harden under his scrutiny.
He didn’t waste any more time, and I couldn’t blame him. I’d been hungry for his touch, his kisses, the entire time I’d been sleeping in his house. But other than a few stolen kisses, Remy hadn’t pushed. He hadn’t so much as touched me inappropriately, and my body wanted more.
“I want to take my time,” he muttered as he stared down at me. “I don’t think I can, though.”
I looked down, staring at his cock with the tiny drop of pre-cum that dotted the tip. “I don’t want you to take your time.”
His eyes stared down at me, full of passion. “Tell me what you want.” His command fell on deaf ears, though, because I’d already moved so that he was pressed against my entrance.
“Jeremy.” He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he focused on the act at hand. “Jeremy,” I repeated. “I need you.”
“Say the words, Parker.” Remy’s voice was strained, and his jaw ticked while he waited.
“No,” I whispered devilishly. “I won’t.”
“You will,” he countered.
Wet and ready for him, I assumed that he wouldn’t push it, that he would give me everything I wanted. But Remy didn’t. He held back, even though I could see the pain on his face. His body barely touched mine, and both of our hearts were racing.
“Parker?” He shifted, causing me to gasp against his touch.
Every moment he didn’t move, didn’t give me what I so desperately wanted, was another minute of delicious torture.
“Remington,” I teased, belatedly remembering that he’d said my name again. “Please.” The soft mewl that left my lips sounded foreign.
“Tell me how you feel.”
“You know.” I stared up at him. My emotions rolled around together, mixing and stretching until I couldn’t tell where the fear ended and desire began. Fear for him having the power to ruin me again. Desire for him to do just that. To ruin me for any other man.
“Fuck.” I gasped as he pressed his fingers against my clit.
“I’ll go first then,” he offered, gently rocking against my body.
All I could do in response was moan and shift my hips, trying to create more contact between the two of us.
Remy stopped everything, his small movements, even his teasing whispers. Instead, he leaned down with both hands on either side of my face and pressed his forehead against mine. Our breath mingled, and his eyes glittered with emotion.
“I love you, Parker.”
He said them. He finally said them. After years of loving a man I could never have, never forgetting the effect he had on me. He said it.
And then, when I was staring at his mouth, wanting him to say it again, wanting to record it and play it on repeat for the rest of my life, Remy thrust inside my body in one swift move.
“I love you!” I screamed the words, immediately wishing I hadn’t waited.
He kissed me, his lips a brutal assault on my senses. Our mouths mixed in a clash of teeth and tongues, passion and gasping for air.
“More,” I managed between thrusts. “I need more.” I was climbing up one side of the peak, pleasure mounting with every move. Blood pounded in my ears and my heart thumped loudly in my chest as Remy gave me everything I’d been denying both of us.
He stopped, and I slapped him on the chest.
“Don’t stop.” The plea came out broken. “Please.”
Gyrating my hips elicited the most guttural moan I’d ever imagined, and Remy grabbed my hands, raising my wrists above my head.
“Minx,” he said with another groan. “I’m close.”
“Take me,” I gasped as he hit the most sensitive spot I had, shattering my soul into a million pieces as I basked in the glow of my orgasm.
When Remy went still again, I knew he’d hit the end of his rope as well. While he twitched and shifted, still holding my hands above my head, I reached up and pressed a kiss to his lips.
“Look at me.”
His eyes met mine, and the aching longing that I saw there was almost poetic. Almost.
“I love you, even if I hate you sometimes.” The words came out breathless. “There’s a fine line between love and hate, Jeremy. You manage to walk me up and down both sides of that line without even trying.” He twisted me up in ways I never knew were possible, and with a touch, he completely erased the fear and doubt.
“I have always loved you.” He kissed me, soft and pleading. “There wasn’t a day when I was overseas that I didn’t love you. That I didn’t regret the words I said.”
He moved, pulling out of my body and leaving me with an emptiness that I did not like at all. When I looked up, he was holding his hand out for me to take.
“Come on, Parker.” He winked. “Let’s take a shower and do it all over again.”
We did, and he even washed my hair for me, too. Then he pushed me against the tile and had his way with me, over and over again, until the water ran cold and my body pulsed with my heartbeat.
Afterward, I put on one of his dark-gray work shirts, BPD scrawled on the front in blue. With my hair wrapped up in a towel to dry for a few minutes, I was far from put together. Despite that, the way Remy stared at every move I made, had me feeling like the most beautiful person in the world.
“Do you want to go to Casper’s wedding with me?” He pulled the towel from my hair and then grabbed my hand before I could snatch it back from him.
“What?” I was too distracted by the missing towel and my wet hair hitting the back of my neck to pay attention to his request.
“Casper’s wedding. Next weekend. Do you want to go with me?” While he was talking, Remy ran a hand down my back, winding through my hair and splaying across my ass, bringing me closer to his body.
Distracted, I swatted his hand away and tried to move back. “I wasn’t invited to the wedding, Remy.” Instead, I’d planned on getting tacos and margaritas. Spending the night on my couch with a warm blanket and my favorite movies until I passed out from a food and booze coma.
“That’s not what I’m asking, Parker.” Remy ignored my swatting his hand away and grabbed my ass even tighter, massaging the muscle as he talked. “I’m asking you to go with me. To be my date.”