Page 18 of The Problem with Playboys

“Good,” he growled between their lips. “I want you, too. And I don’t think I could live with the disappointment.”

Her feet could touch the bottom safely now and she pressed him against the pool wall and kissed him hard, but he met her with a kiss that was so blind with passion she couldn’t tell which way was up. All of this being in the water was hot, but she needed him on dry land so she could really see him. Feel him. Touch him. She reared back her head to break their kiss and grabbed his hand to lead him to the stairs.

Step by step the water rolled down her body and she felt Parker’s presence right behind her, his hand warm in hers. As soon as he was on the pool deck, he had her in his arms. He walked her over to the spot where there was a double chaise lounge with a thick cushion and lowered her feet to the cement. He tugged down her bra straps until they were at her elbows. The delicate lace cups dropped just far enough for her breasts to leave the confines, and he drank her in like she was the finest champagne, first with his eyes and then with his tongue and lips, which licked and sucked her taut nipples. The heat went straight to her center, which buzzed with need and want. She reached behind her to undo the clasp, tossing aside the garment. How silly that she’d felt like that might protect her. She’d always known she was going to get naked with Parker.

His lips found hers again and she reached down, making first real contact with his steely length. He was rock hard, but his skin seemed to tighten under her touch. He gasped from the pleasure, and she did, too—the pleasure of having him in her hand. He groaned and closed his eyes, a mix of frustration and satisfaction crossing his face when she wrapped her fingers around him firmly, then dragged her hand up, rolling her thumb over the tip, back and forth.

“You’re too hot. And I’m going to come if you keep doing that.” He kissed her hard then backed up to the chaise, slowly lowering himself to sitting as he kissed his way down her chest, along the flat plane between her breasts and finally her stomach. He leaned back on his elbows, his long body splayed out for her. He was so incredible it was hard to decide where she should look first, so she took in every inch of him as her eyes razed over the landscape of his hard body—sculpted shoulders led to muscled pecs with a tiny patch of hair between them, then a delicious stretch of defined abs and finally the happy trail leading to his magnificent dick.

This is going to be good.As she admired him, she bit down on her lower lip and poked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, right at her hips, wiggling them down and making a show of tilting her torso forward so he could get the best possible view of her breasts.

She stepped out of them, then straightened, unsure of what came next. They couldn’t just stand there and look at each other forever, but there was something so satisfying about that moment of anticipation, where she knew this was going to happen, but they hadn’t gotten there yet.

He sat up, then curled his finger in invitation. “Come here.”

She smiled and inched closer, then put one knee on the chaise. He wrapped his arms around her waist and lowered her until she was lying on the cushion. He rose to his knees, hovering over her with her legs bracketed by his, then lowered his head, drawing her nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue perfectly around the tight and sensitive skin. He switched to the other breast then back again, each new contact sending more heat straight to her center, and she raked her hands through his thick wet hair, soaking up every second of the pleasure.

He shifted one knee between her legs, then the other, and she realized his focus had shifted to another area. She was completely bare to him, unquestionably exposed and vulnerable, but she somehow felt both safe and free. He lifted one leg and placed it on his shoulder, then kissed his way along her inner thigh, starting at her knee. Her head rolled back as his lips found her center and his tongue flicked at her clit. He rolled it in artful circles, showing her his talent for pleasing a woman. She wasn’t sure how he naturally seemed to know what she liked, but she was so ridiculously thankful for it.

Her head rocked back and forth against the cushion while she felt herself quickly barreling toward her peak. It was intoxicating, especially as the evening breezes brushed against her skin and the warm tropical smells of the Miami night filled her nose. Her mind was a lovely haze of blissful thoughts and earthly pleasures when the tension broke and she felt every muscle in her body go tight and release, pulsing hard. Parker was amazing. And she only wanted more.

Parker stretched out next to Chloe on the lounge and curled into her, kissing her softly. He was so hard from bringing her to climax that it was difficult to think straight, but he still wanted to be tender with her. From the moment she’d walked out of her room in that sexy lingerie, he knew one thing—she was a seductress who didn’t know her own power. She was still playing everything close to the vest. And he only wanted to coax her out of her comfort zone. He took the kiss deeper, coiling his tongue with hers. He didn’t need accolades from her—every breathless bit of her desperate kiss told him all he needed to know. He’d rocked her world. And there was more where that came from.

“I should get a condom,” he whispered into her ear. “I need to be inside you, Chloe. I need to.”

“It depends. I’m on the pill, but it would be good to know you’ve been checked.”

“I had my annual physical a month ago. All clean. All ready for you.”

She smiled and kissed him again with those soft lips and velvety tongue that made him absolutely wild. He was losing all sense of time and place, a sensation he never had when he was so eager to get off. Then it was her turn to roll him to his back and hug his hips with her knees. She planted her hands on the cushion on either side of his chest and leaned down into him, kissing him once again. It now felt like true seduction, like she wanted him to know that she could pull him into her orbit if she chose to. And he was so thankful that she’d let him in. But every inch of him pulsed with need and the kiss was so impossibly soft. It was like being tugged back and forth between two worlds...one delighted by anticipation and one burning from it. Her breasts grazed his chest and her nose nudged his cheek as his hands cupped her silky ass and his fingertips dug into her skin. It wasn’t enough and yet it was everything. Again, the pull. The tug.

He pulled her hard against his chest, flattening her against his erection, then rolled her to her back. Her red tresses were a messy tumble across the cushion. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he positioned himself at Chloe’s entrance. When he drove inside, he realized that as much as he needed her, he wasn’t ready for how impossibly good she would feel. They fit perfectly together, like they were made for each other, and that feeling only grew as they quickly fell into a rhythm that felt just right. Deep and hard, while everything about Chloe was soft and luxurious. Warm and welcoming. She hummed her pleasure into his ear, and he answered with a groan, the tension growing in him impossibly fast. She tightened her legs around his hips, her ankles pressed hard against his ass. She scraped her fingernails along the length of his back, a bite of pain that only amplified every sensation. His legs and hips were contracting tighter, winding up like a rubber band about to break. Intensity. Heat. Bliss. It all threatened to engulf him. It might kill him. And he did not care if that was the case.

He changed the angle of his approach, took every stroke deeper, and that was when Chloe’s reaction changed, her breaths more fitful, her grip on him that much tighter. She tilted her hips so he could go even deeper, making for another rush that he was unprepared for, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that threatened to overtake him. Parker was so close to orgasm that he felt like he was teetering on a knife’s edge. It was all a whisper away. But he wasn’t ready for it yet. As much as he wanted it, and needed her, he was no dummy. He knew that Chloe was a one-time thing. She would not stick around in his life. This was his chance and he had to take it.

So the second he felt her giving way, he allowed himself to let go as well, and they both hit the peak at the same time. Over and over, the sensations hit him, and each time the edges were a bit softer. Less intense. But that gave way to a feeling of calm he hadn’t had in quite some time. As the night breezes rustled the palm trees above them, Parker locked his fingers with Chloe’s and brought her hand to his lips. “I no longer think you were dumb for not bringing a bathing suit.”

“Why’s that?” she asked, rolling to her side and swishing her hand across his stomach.

“Because it totally benefited me.”

“I’d say that it benefited both of us.” She leaned down and rested her chin on his chest, looking up into his face. “That was hot. Super hot.”

He kissed her, but he was already thinking about what came next. More of her. More of them, together. In his room. On the bed. In the shower. Wherever he could get her. He needed to take what he could from this moment and hold on to it tight. The opportunity wasn’t going to present itself to him again. “Darling, you haven’t seen hot yet. I will show you hot.”