The hot tub shut off.
Making good on his words, Parker lifted me to standing. He was out of the hot tub, towel around his waist, before I could hardly register what was happening.
“Time to go, cupcake,” he said, standing on the platform and holding out his hand.
I took it.
Before I could climb all the way out, he picked me up as if I weighed as much as one of the errant snowflakes that had made its way into the hot tub. Grabbing my towel, he handed it to me and carried me—literally carried me—into the house.
“I thought it was a figure of speech,” I said as Parker made his way inside. “I’m not a bride, you know,” I teased.
And for the briefest of seconds, I imagined what that would be like. Parker’s bride.
Geez Louise, slow down there, Delaney.
“Oh, I know exactly what you are,” Parker said as he climbed the stairs. Shivering, I pulled the towel up over my shoulders.
“Do tell,” I said, unable to look away. His eyes were usually warm, but right now, they blazed with need. The fact that I did that to him made me want this even more. As if such a thing were possible.
“You are”—he pushed his bedroom door open with his foot—“smart. Funny. Bubbly. Creative. Sexy as hell.”
He put me down and immediately grabbed the towel to dry me. “And mine tonight.”
Parker didn’t seem to be cold despite the fact that he was still wet. Thankfully, a bedside lamp allowed me to see every line in his stomach, every flexed muscle as his hands worked their magic all over my body until he tossed the towel to the side.
Tearing my bikini bottoms off, Parker groaned as he looked at me.
“You are goddamn perfect, Delaney.”
With the same speed and efficiency as he’d dried me, Parker did the same to himself, taking off his wet bathing suit and tossing it onto the towel.
I looked down.
Very erect. “You are kinda perfect yourself,” I murmured a second before finding myself carried once again, this time to the bed.
Putting me down, Parker climbed in next to me. As he pulled me toward him for a hard, demanding kiss, I wasn’t surprised when his hand began at my shoulder and moved down, cupping one breast before going lower, and lower.
Slipping one finger inside, he began to move it to the same rhythm as his tongue. Soon, a second finger joined in the fun and Parker had me writhing beneath his movements. I didn’t want to know how he was so skilled at this.
“Mmmm.” I couldn’t get enough of him, pushing my hips against his fingers.
“Do you remember,” he said, breaking the kiss and whispering into my ear, “what I told you in the hot tub?”
Swallowing, I made a sound that was maybe sort of a “uh huh” but more just a moan.
“Good, because you are so fucking wet for me, Delaney, that I’m pretty sure three times is just going to be a start. I’m going to make you come so many times tonight that you’ll wonder how such a thing was even possible.”
I was so close to number one already.
“Parker,” I said softly.
“Louder,” he said, his thumb circling as his fingers worked me.
“Parker, please.” My hips thrusted up toward him.
So close.
“Louder, cupcake,” he whispered.
