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“Put me at ease.” I mussed, taking a bite of the same bacon that touched both our lips.
CHAPTER 4
It was impossible to focus, all day I’d been in a haze, thinking about tonight, about Parker. Something felt magical about yesterday, the calm in his voice, the almost suppressed excitement in his eyes.
What could he possibly want to talk to me about?
I sat in front of the round mirror of my bathroom, applying a thin strip of black eyeliner. I turned my cheeks side to side, loving how the contour matched with a sexy blend of blush and gold. For a moment I observed, staring back into the mirror, unable to quit my beaming smile.
A loud knock sounded at my door, as my lips pursed for some color. “Come in!” I shouted, peeking past the doorframe.
“You almost ready?” Parker stepped in. I stalled, glancing in the mirror, placing a pair of gold hoops into my ears. Really I wasn’t ready, and though I had all day to be, I spent it shopping instead. Tonight was special, Parker made that clear, so spending the entire day hunting for the perfect look was my main priority. The current predicament lied in what I wanted to say, not with words, but with style. I found two dresses, both of which asked the same question,which Gemma should come out to dinner? The answer was either the sweet innocent one, or the sexy sultry one? I bit the corner of my nail, contemplating this life changing decision.
“Almost, just have to get my dress!” I exclaimed, concealing the fact it wasn’t as easy as it sounded. I popped out of the bathroom, tightening the belt of my floral silk robe. “How much time do we have?”
“Twenty minutes,” Parker stood by my old oak desk, his thumb grazed the shadowed look along his jaw, “but take your time, I want to show you off tonight.” I nearly tripped from his words, my blush far too profound for him not to notice. Show me off? I parted my lips, stuck in an apparent gawk, lost in his mesmerizing words and the sleek fit of his navy suit. He glanced down, his large hands adjusted a dark sapphire tie. It was a sign, a tie only worn on special occasions, the one I had gotten for his twenty-fourth birthday. It was actually going to happen, he was going to ask me to be his girlfriend. “Gemma?” He laughed, breaking the spell his eyes held on my body.
“Yes!” I held up a finger, “One second, I promise,” I rushed into my closet and was greeted by the two dresses. Parker wanted to show me off, and knowing that alone pulled in my stomach. I wanted to deliver the perfect message, so the question was asked once again. Sexy or innocent? One, a sleeveless black Valentino, shaped with a plunging dash across the bust. Sexy? Very much so. The second, an indigo blue Oscar De La Renta with angel sleeves and bright gold poppies. Innocent, but also very sweet. Both vintage, both a thrift store find, but equally costing more money than I truly had.
“Are you excited?” Parker asked. The noisy springs creaked as his large body sat atop my bed. I quivered. What was going through his mind while he stared around my room? Did he notice the old cut out magazines pinned along the walls, showing the latest styles of my favorite designer, St. La Vie? I wondered if this made me look too young, like a teen with her posters hung around.
“Nervous.” I admitted, skimming the two dresses before my eyes. Though the black Valentino was hot, I wasn’t sure if I was ready for it. I felt as though it gave too much away, not my flesh, but more my feelings. I always imagined Parker as a lover, to be sweet and gentle, but also, I imagined more. He wasn’t just a kind guy, he was a feared lawyer, a viscous and protective man who never settled in court. This side was more rough, a version of Parker I’d fantasized about with my hot pink vibrator, at least three times since being here.
“Don’t be nervous, I’m right here.” Parker said in a low sexy tone. Each word a deliberate slip, falling softly like velvet. I wanted my dress to say both, ‘Fuck my brains out,’ yet ‘kiss me softly.’ The sudden thought of him taking me, of the wordfuck,felt so dirty, like it belonged to someone other than myself. But hell, I wanted it all. I tightened my lips.
“What’s so special about a regular ol’ Sunday night?” I fished, begging to hear his voice once again.
“You’ll see soon enough, like I’ve said, I think this will put your mind at ease.”
My mind at ease? It was anything but. When defending my decision to make the choices I wanted, I reminded Parker we weren’t dating; at least not yet. All this over Alex, a man who hadn’t even called. I didn't care about that right now, tonight was something better, the cumulation of everything I ever wanted. To put me at ease would be to make us official, making my move into his apartment a blessing in disguise.
The bedspring creaked again, as if Parker moved to get closer to the closet. Purposefully, I left the door open, leaving myself perfectly in sight of the large mirror on my wall. I could almost sense his eyes, his movement on the bed, giving him the advantage needed to silently watch me undress.
“I hope so. Actually, I’m not nervous anymore, I’m excited.” I slipped my finger through the knot of my silk belt, pulling it loose. My body straightened at the realization, the allowance I gave Parker to watch. It could be a secret if he wished, something he could keep to himself. My robe slowly swept off my shoulders and onto the floor. I stood still in my heels, adjusting the band of my black lace thong high on my hips.
“You should be excited. I can’t think of a better time than now.” He replied. My imagination ran wild as I heard the bed squeak once more, his subtle movement surely for me. I couldn’t help myself, the thought of being a tease, a sight to get him off. I stretched my body up, extending the reach of my length as my legs pressed together. A perfect glimpse, a sight of my ass popping into place, hitched in a thong.
“Will there be candles?” I asked, my tongue played with the side of my cheek.
“With five hundred dollar bottles of wine on the menu, I’d assume the mood would be fitting.” His voice appeared much closer than it was just moments ago. The creak from the bed wasn’t from his adjustment, it was from him standing up. “You know, I love the way that looks.” His breath grazed my neck, surprising the skin along my shoulders. I held my response, unprepared for his sudden voice.
“Parker?” I cooed but was hushed as his large hands brushed my hair off to the side of my shoulder.
“Don’t turn around.” He moaned, “You’re perfect where you’re at.” The trace of his fingertips trailed along my skin, moving from my neck and up towards my chin. He adjusted my gaze with the tilt of his wrist, meeting the mirror that sat in the closet. “Actually,we’reperfect wherewe’reat.” He stated.
“What about the reservation?”
“Fuck it,” he said. “I’m hungry now.” My fingers knitted through his hair, granting a silent permission with my back still turned to his chest. He let me know his intent as his hands surrounded my entire middle, leaving me speechless as he pressed himself against me. My eyes fluttered back. I shivered at his size, the unmistakable erection caught in his slacks, a frustrating barrier pressed against my nearly naked ass.
“Were you watching me?” I asked, my breath fell short of a whisper.
“I always am.” He growled, clawing at my torso, twisting my navel as he reached below, “And I’m about sick of waiting…”
“Waiting for what?”
“Waiting to take you, to make you mine.”
“How?” I begged for an answer, his hand reached lower than I could ever imagine, stinging with an unfamiliar intensity. After years of waiting, he was here, touching parts of my body I only dreamed of. I wanted to know how he’d make me his, how he’d claim me.
