The concern in his voice and look in his eyes pulled at her resolve to stay angry with him. “I’ve been back here all my life.”
“I know that. But that was before I was in your life. Now that we’re dating, I’m allowed to be concerned.”
“I’m not used to someone caring enough to fight to help me.”
He placed his forehead on hers. “I’m not used to someone fighting off my help.”
“I guess we both have some room to grow.”
He kissed her forehead with a nod.
She placed both hands on his arms, felt him trembling. “I know how you can help,” she said, smiling.
“Anything.”
She wrapped one of her legs around his and pulled him close, reaching for his lips.
The man was accommodating and open to suggestions. She sat on the kitchen island, legs spread while he stepped into them and kissed her senseless. It was as if the tension he’d kept inside of him released, and he pulled her hips flush with his, the contact ignited some serious heat between them.
His lips traveled to her neck and Parker’s head fell back. “Oh, yeah.”
“Let me be here for you,” he said right before his teeth grazed her skin.
“Do that again.”
He did, and her entire body heated with the need for more.
Parker dropped her hands down his chest and lifted the edges of his shirt as her fingertips grazed his skin. “This looks uncomfortable,” she said as she pulled it up.
He lifted his arms and his shirt fell to the floor.
She ran her fingernails over the defined muscles of his shoulders and arms.
For a moment, Colin watched her exploring his body and held perfectly still. She leaned forward and teased one of his nipples with her teeth.
He groaned and pushed even closer.
Her hips bucked with the contact and searched for more friction. She wanted him inside of her, needed to know what it felt like to have him push all her control away until she screamed his name. If Colin wanted control, in this, she would happily give it to him.
She raked her fingers over his ass and he hissed her name. “Parker?”
Instead of answering, she leaned back far enough and started unbuttoning her shirt.
Thankful she had picked out a lace bra that morning with no intentions of anyone seeing it, she admired the clouded look in Colin’s eyes as her shirt slid down her arms right before she brushed it to the floor next to his.
Colin’s choppy breath and parted lips told her what she was doing to him. He placed his hands on her bare waist. “What are you saying?”
“Do I need to spell it out?” she teased.
“But we’re here, your parents’ home.”
“And alone.” She leaned close, felt her breasts press against his chest through her bra. “I don’t want to wait.” It was time to chase away the concerns of her parents and move on with her life.
His tongue ran across his lips. “You sure?”
Instead of answering, she wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her arms to his neck. “My bedroom is that way.” She nodded toward the door.
Colin wrapped one arm under her butt and the other around her waist and picked her up.
This was what she needed him for, at least at that moment.
He kicked the door closed behind him and set her on her feet beside her bed. This time his kiss was tender, accepting, and it went on until she needed to breathe. Colin turned her around and brushed her hair off one shoulder and kissed the back of her neck.
With eyes closed, her head rolled to the side. Colin’s hand circled her waist and traveled across her flat stomach. When his fingers pushed into her bra and found the tight nubs of her breasts, her knees gave way.
His soft laugh in her ear said he was satisfied with her reaction to his touch.
“You’re torturing me.”
“That’s the plan.”
She lifted her arms over her head and leaned back against his chest, giving him all the surface in the world to torture and please. “Getting back at me for making you worry?”
He squeezed her breasts through her bra as he nibbled the side of her neck. “That would take hours.” Hands traveled down her hips to the tops of her thighs with only a feathering touch against her sex.
Parker rocked against him, felt his erection through his clothing. Two could play at this game. She reached behind her, let her thumb trace the outline under his jeans. “Challenge accepted.”
He chuckled, unbuttoned the snap of her jeans before dipping inside.
Sweet Jesus, his hand felt good against the folds of her sex. No matter how many times she’d done this to herself, there was no substitute for Colin’s exploration and learning what she liked.
One minute they were playing a game of touchy-feely and the next he was pressing her back against the bed and sliding on top of her with his knee spreading her open. She captured his lips with open mouth kisses that left her panting and riding his leg for the joy of the friction it created. The tight bud of an orgasm started to build, her hips took on a life of their own, only she couldn’t quite get there with so many clothes on.
“Don’t stop now,” he murmured.
“I need more.”
He reached between them, cupped her sex through her pants.
“Yeah, that.”
A tug of her zipper and his hand slid down her clothing and his fingers were sliding inside of her.
“God, yes.”
Her head fell back as sensations danced around her in bright, shiny sparkles.
Colin’s mouth found a nipple. He’d somehow discarded her bra without her noticing. Between his mouth and his hand, she was having a hard time controlling her body. He seemed content having her half-clothed as his fingers slid in and out of her, catching her clit and pressing hard, then soft.
She wanted to come, needed the orgasm more than taking her next breath. “Too many clothes,” she moaned when her release was chased away a second time.
Colin took his hand away and slid off the bed. His hands gripped her pants and pulled them off, her panties gone with them.
She opened her eyes long enough to see him toss his wallet onto her nightstand before shedding his clothing to the floor. His erection jutted out, just as impressive as the man himself. Colin walked both hands up her thighs, pressed his thumbs over her clit. “Is this better?”
All she could do was nod and close her eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he told her. “All of you.”
She arched into him as he leaned over and replaced his fingers with his mouth.
The intensity of the feeling was so instant she yelped and gripped his shoulders. Everything he promised with his fingers, he delivered with his tongue.
“You need me for this,” he said before adding his teeth to his torture.
She placed a hand on the back of his head. “I will return the favor.”
“Ladies first,” he muttered before going back to the task at hand. Parker may not have had many lovers, but she knew what she liked, and Colin learned her desires in a few strokes of his tongue, teeth, and lips.
So much desire stormed over her, his relentless pursuit of her pleasure kept him at the exact spot she needed him while her orgasm built. Soft, hard, fast, slow . . . damn, he was good. He added a finger, then two, and turned up the heat until her orgasm bucked inside her and spilled out.