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His words manage to take my breath away. Looking at him, completely dumbfounded, I’m not able to stop myself from asking, "Why did you bring me all the way out here?"
"I guess for the obvious reason, right?" he asks with a shrug. "You're not just another girl. You're not someone transient to me."
His words linger as our gazes met for longer than expected and before I know it, I find myself leaning into his mouth, seeking his lips with an emotion I can not have predicted I would feel before.
He, fortunately, has not left me longing. When his mouth finds mine, I feel myself breathing for the first time, and as I let myself get lost in his fragrant cologne, I lose track of the world, of all the lies surrounding us.
In that instant, I know only that I want Parker. I want him with all I have, and there is no lie that can hide that truth.
Chapter eighteen
Penny
Parker'shandsclosefirmlyaround my hips as the kiss intensifies.
I can’t control myself. In that moment, I only knew that I want him, that I need him.
Sighing against his lips, as my fingers tangle themselves in his hair, I breathe in, trying to conserve what little willpower I possess, and I make a solid decision.
"Parker, does this sailboat have rooms?" I ask him.
He watches me, understanding at once what I mean.
"Come with me," he says in reply, his voice gruff with desire as he takes my hand firmly.
My glass trembles in my hand as I accompany him, walking across the sailboat until we reach some stairs that lead to the second floor, where there is a small, reserved moonlit room completely isolated from the rest of the boat.
Parker takes me with him to the center of the cabin, where there is a crescent-shaped couch, across from which burns an elegant fire glowing in the night.
With steady hands, Parker put down the glasses, taking mine from me as the fingers of his other hand wrap themselves in my hair. He kisses me hard, with desire and passion, as he drops onto the couch and pulls me onto his lap.
Meanwhile, I feel like I can't wait another second, that I can't stand another minute away from him. My heart is pounding wildly as if it is likely to burst out of my chest at some point, but every minute of his lips against mine is totally worth it.
Parker runs his hands across my shoulders and down, until he reaches my breasts, warm and supple. He cups his palms around them and squeezes them, making me feel the rawest of pleasures. My lips part in a moan and my hips press against his sex, feeling his erection growing inside his pants.
"Is this how you imagined us, Penny?" Parker asks, as his hands play with my nipples through the fabric of my dress. "When you were in love with me, did you ever imagine us like this when you touched yourself?"
His words make me blush, but apparently, my blushing only succeeds in turning him on more. He smiles mischievously at me as I bit my lower lip. "Come on, don't lie to me, did you ever touch yourself while thinking about me?"
As I close my eyes, I swallow, slowly and finally nodding. "I— I did."
"And what did you imagine it would be like to have sex with me?" Parker asks as he kisses me.
His tongue slips inside my mouth, brushing against mine. His kisses are getting fiercer and fiercer, and with it I feel like I just need more of him.
"Tell me how you imagined us, Penny," Parker says again, causing my heart to race and all my senses to become clouded.
"Us," I groan, eyes closed, remembering the many times I dreamed of this moment.
Breathing in, I search for courage within me, as I take his hand and guide it under my dress, making his fingers brush against my panties.
"Shit," he whispers, panting. "You're soaking wet."
I feel the excitement welling up in my body, the craving to feel that delicious ache penetrating deep inside me and bringing me to the most indescribable pleasure.
"I’ve fantasized that you were touching me,” I whisper. "I pretended that you snuck into my room and that your fingers snuck under my panties, stroking me."
Parker does exactly as I ask. His fingers find an opening, through which they slip as he caresses me, first at the entrance to my sex, causing me to press down harder against it, and then manipulating his fingers inside me, which causes me to stutter from how much I’m troubled by that delicious sensation.
