My heart skips, and I freeze. I’ve never done that before—I’ve never eaten a woman out. I’ve never had any desire to.
But then, I’ve never had a desire to do any of this until she came along.
Swallowing down a pathetic surge of apprehension, I breathe in her scent, heady and feminine, emanating potent desire. It spurs me. My cock thickens with need, with an intrinsic yearning to taste her. Another growl erupts, something absolutely virile, and I crook my fingers under the strip of lace, sweeping it down her legs until she’s bare and exposed.
Melody spreads her knees as she leans back against the car hood, a lusty gasp escaping her. She sifts her hands through my hair, urging me close. Demanding I feast. “Please, Parker…”
Fuck.
It’s all I need.
My tongue flicks out, teasing and tasting. Once, twice. Again. She squirms atop the vehicle, a mess of desperation. “More,” she begs.
She’s soaking wet, pulsing and achy. Her hips arch up from the hood, seeking my mouth. A smile curves, a feeling of masculine pride washing over me, of power, and I hook her legs over my shoulders and lift her hips until my face is buried between her thighs.
“Ohh…” she moans, writhing beneath me, digging her nails into my scalp.
My own groan mingles with hers as my mouth devours her, my tongue licking and sucking, thrusting inside, then working her clit until she shudders with fierce vibrations.
I fucking love it. I love the way she tastes, the way she reacts to me.
One hand clings to her outer thigh to hold her in place, while the other goes rogue, coasting up her body as her back bows and slipping beneath her halter to palm her breasts.
“Parker, God…”
The way she says my name nearly wrecks me. Lifting my head from her wetness, I grit out, “Fuck, you taste like…”
“What?” she pants, raising up for more contact.
My hand releases her thigh to fumble with my belt buckle, unfastening my jeans until they’re pooled around my ankles with my boxers. I grab my cock and start to stroke before I dive back in. “Like the fucking end of me.”
She arches up when my tongue licks her, bottom to top, and I jerk myself while I work her to orgasm with my mouth.
Moans, squeals, whimpers, gasps.
It’s not long before her thighs are quivering over my shoulders, and her hands are desperately tugging at my hair as her body breaks and crumbles.
Melody comes hard on my tongue, crying out beneath the starry sky, and before she even takes a breath of recovery, I’m yanking her down the hood until I’m situated at her entrance, inching inside. “I need to fill you. Feel you.” I kiss her, hard and punishing. Claiming. “Tell me you want me.”
She doesn’t hesitate. “I want you. So much.”
Pushing inside with a rough groan, I collapse over her, finding her mouth again and thrusting deep. My hand slides up to the back of her head, protecting her from the windshield as I drive into her, my hips jerking clumsily, already feeling myself becoming unhinged. She’s ruining me and putting me back together at the same time.
Melody squeaks and mewls as I fuck her on the hood of her Camry, both of us still half-clothed but stripped down in every other way. I raise my head to find her eyes sparkling with starlight, and our noses kiss, our foreheads knocking as I cup the base of her skull in my palm with tenderness, yet rail her with punishing strokes.
“I…” My voice fades away, and I’m not even sure what the fuck I was going to say. Probably something mushy and pussy-whipped. Her eyes are pulling these feelings out of me, these deep-seated, complicated emotions, and my mouth is itching to purge them with words.
“What?” Melody clasps my face between her hands, a gentle coaxing. “Tell me.”
My hips thrust harder to override the sentimental waves coursing through me. “I love the way you feel around my cock.”
That was absolutely not what I was going to say, but it works.
She melts, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around my neck, linking her wrists at the nape. I bury my face into the curve of her shoulder and lose myself in her warmth, her softness, her irresistible delicacy, and when I come, it’s shattering.
I’m shattered.
My walls, my barriers, the remnants of my armor.
I’m hers.
As I come down from the high, I hold her, scooping her up and cradling her like a lost lover beneath the dusky moonlight.
In this moment, nothing else matters.
In this moment, everything matters.
I feel everything.
A blessing and a curse, and inevitably, my undoing.
As our ragged breaths steady and our heartbeats settle, I pull up from her embrace to smooth back her hair and find her eyes. A lump forms in my throat when I note the vulnerability swimming in her depths of bright green.
This is new for me, but it’s new for her, too.
We are both two broken souls, fractured in opposite ways.
She loved and lost…
And I was lost before I could ever love at all.
But here we are, pulled together by forces unseen and unexplained, clutching each other underneath an August sky, soaked in sweat and heady truths.
Releasing a shuddering breath, I lean in to press a kiss against her welcoming mouth. “Thank you,” I whisper, my hands curling around her waist.
Melody flicks her nose with mine. An Eskimo kiss. “For what?”
“For not giving up on me.”
The pads of her fingertips slide down my jaw, skimming the coarse bristles, and the look in her eyes is full of affection and warmth.
It makes me feel wanted.
It makes me feel alive.
It makes me feel… petrified.
Because I know, deep down, one day… she will.
—THIRTY—
It’s my birthday.
I’m twenty-nine years old today, and I almost didn’t make it to this day. The thought alone is an extra reason to celebrate. Tendrils of morning sunlight permeate the glass, a golden reminder of everything I’m fortunate enough to wake up to today, and every day. Even the birds in flight outside the window seize my attention, causing my heart to flutter in time with their vibrant wings. Little starting points.
Bringing the triple-shot iced coffee to my lips, my cell phone vibrates on the café table while Leah sits across from me, scarfing down a breakfast sandwich.
Parker.
My smile is immediate when his name meets my highly caffeinated eyes.
Parker: Happy Birthday.
Leah addresses me with a mouthful of food, her crumbs dispersing all over the high-top. She’s one of those flawless beauties who can get away with eating like a total savage and still look cute. “Is it him?”
“Yes,” I reply through a widening grin.
It’s been two weeks since I showed up at Parker’s house unannounced, and we had hot sex on the hood of my car in the middle of his driveway, officially consummating this… well, whatever this is. Parker doesn’t really do titles.
Whatever it is, it seems to have swallowed me whole, and I’m just kind of floating through life right now with a goofy grin and spazzy heart.
I send him a reply.
Me: Thank you :)
Parker: You busy tonight? I have your present.