“Delaney?”
“Uh huh?”
“I’m waiting.”
He was waiting for me?
“For?”
“For you to give me permission.”
“To fuck me?” I managed, not usually one to use that particular term. Parker apparently brought out my dirty-talking side too. Kind of.
“Yes, cupcake. To fuck you. And then later, to make love to you.”
As if I could speak. I nodded my head, and Parker came down toward me.
22
PARKER
This was dangerous.
My desire to have Delaney think of tonight during her every waking moment, and sleeping ones too, was trouble. Even recognizing it, I couldn’t stop. I wanted her to crave me the same way as I craved her. Every second we were together, I wanted more.
More time to talk.
More time to get to know her.
More kisses.
More of this.
The second she nodded, I moved between her, guiding myself into her. All day I imagined this, being inside of her. Pleasing her.
“Fuck.” I couldn’t help it. We just fit together so damn perfectly.
Delaney grabbed my shoulders as I eased all the way into her. Kissing her, I stayed that way until I was sure she’d adjusted to me. And then I began to move. Slowly at first, picking up the pace as she met each and every thrust.
Slipping my hand between us, I did the one thing that would ensure she didn’t forget this anytime soon. Lifting myself up, I moved in and out, rubbing her with my thumb and staring directly into those beautiful eyes of hers.
“This is only the beginning,” I said, changing up the pace. “I really hope you didn’t plan on getting any sleep tonight.”
Her mouth opened, but Delaney didn’t say anything. Instead she watched me, meeting every thrust.
“I want you to try to get out of this bed in the morning,” I said, moving faster and faster. “But your legs will barely support you. I’m going to fuck you in every position, and just when you think we’re done, I’m going to fuck you some more.”
“Oh my God. Parker. When you say things like that…”
Our pace was indescribable. Two people had never moved in such perfect rhythm before. Remembering she was unlikely to come that way alone, I made sure not to forget to use my fingers to bring Delaney to climax.
“This time, though, I plan to come with you. The very second you feel it.” We moved faster and faster. “I want you to tell me. Say it, cupcake. Tell me when you come.”
“I…”
“How does that feel? Do you like it like this?” I slowed down. “Or like this?”
“Both. Both. Parker, I can’t.”
