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I hiccupped with the intensity of my tears, but Parker’s eyes were trained on mine and dead serious.
He pulled me against him and stroked my back. “You’re everything. I want this with you. Kids and all.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Emily, you’re my happy ending.”
I looked up at him, the sobs dying down. He brushed his thumb over my tear-stained cheeks, wiping my tears away.
“I love you too,” I said.
Parker kissed me. His lips pressed against mine, and I melted against him. Everything I’d panicked about fell away. All my worries about what Parker might think disappeared. I’d prepared myself to do this all alone, but now I didn’t have to.
Parker wanted this.
He wanted me.
And God, I wanted this to work with him. He was my other half. He completed me.
And he felt the same.
When his tongue slid into my mouth, tasting, probing, I sighed and moaned against his lips. Warmth washed over me, and I ached for him. Heat pooled between my head, and I was dizzy with the need for him. What I felt for Parker was so much deeper than what I’d felt for anyone else.
Knowing he felt the same about me made me giddy. I was crazy about him, and I was willing to accept that this was it—this was where we rode into the sunset together.
Parker dragged his fingers slowly down my back, onto my neck. His hands were large and capable, and I felt delicate under his fingers. He thumbed my collarbone, and I pressed myself against him, his erection against my pussy. He pushed his hands into my shirt so his fingers were on my bare shoulder, and my lust for him grew with an intensity that left me breathless.
But he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He ground himself against me, and the way he kissed me—devoured me—told me just how badly he needed to consummate this love between us. We weren’t two people, hiding from the world, fucking behind our friend's and families’ backs. We were two people, crazy in love, willing to commit to this long term. And we were willing to sacrifice everything for each other if it came down to that.
I hoped to God it wouldn’t—I still wanted Ryan and Parker to be friends. But he was willing to lose it all for me. And I would lose it all for him too.
What made us great was that we didn’t lose it all. In fact, by finding each other, it was the opposite. When I was with Parker, I was home. And I knew that no matter what, everything was going to be okay. Neither of us would let it be any other way.
Parker’s hand slid onto my breast over the material, and I moaned when he slowly, teasingly massaged me. He ran his hand over my breast until my nipple was hard in the palm of his hand. Before continuing, Parker moved his hands down and pulled my oversized sweater over my head. I held up my arms to help him, and my hair fell onto my bare skin when he dropped the sweater on the ground.
I stood in only my bra, looking up at Parker. His eyes trailed over my body as if he’d never seen me naked, and the lust that grew in his eyes ignited a flame at my core.
“You always know just how to get me out of my clothes,” I said.
Parker chuckled and kissed me again, his smile against my lips.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” Parker mumbled through his kisses. “I want you naked as often and as long as I can have you like this.”
I moaned, his words making me blush.
Parker’s hands slid over my bare skin, around my back, and with ease, he unclasped my bra and pulled it off too. He kissed a line of fire down my neck, onto the delicate skin of my breasts, and sucked a nipple into his mouth.
I gasped, and the attention sent a message directly to my already-wet pussy.
Parker moved between my breasts, worshiping them, kissing and licking and touching me as if he’d never seen me naked. Or would never see me naked again.
“You’re wearing too much,” I gasped, barely able to think straight. “I’m already topless, and you’re fully dressed.”
Parker straightened up and shrugged out of his coat, his blazer, and I helped him undo the buttons to his waistcoat. I’d always thought of a waistcoat as an old-fashioned concept, but on Parker, it looked fantastic.
Slowly, I unbuttoned Parker’s shirt. His eyes rested on my face while I worked. I ran my fingers over his bare chest as I bared his body, and Parker ran his hands through my hair, distracting me. I loved the feel of his hands in my hair. His touch was always so gentle and filled with warmth and affection.
When I glanced at him, his green eyes were drowning-deep, his lips slightly parted, and his breathing was heavy. I slid my hands lower and lower over his perfectly chiseled body until I cupped his thick erection through his work slacks.
