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I pretended to wince. “Sorry, babe. Do you have a second option?”
Her thumb traced a vein on the back of my hand, and the sound of her steady breathing filled the space between us until she shook her head.
“I don’t know. Football used to be my whole life, but…”
It was her turn to trail off, and I didn’t push her to finish her sentence. I understood. Nothing had prepared me for the feelings she evoked. They’d hit me hard and fast, and the stupid risks we were taking should have scared me.
They didn’t.
What scared me was fucking up and costing Riley her chance to play. My intention to win the championship this year was within our reach with her on the field, and more importantly, I wouldn’t take away something she loved.
I needed to remember that the next time I was climbing out of my skin with the need to mark her as mine.
20
“Iknow you’re not sleeping, Lorelai, but I’m happy to play until you open your eyes."
Parker lay curled around me, and his silky words brought me fully awake. I didn’t open my eyes because he was inventive in the way he played. I’d been dreaming about him, kissing me in the snow on a bitingly cold morning. The reality of a warm bed was much better.
His tongue swiped lazily across the erratic pulse in my neck, causing a rush of liquid heat straight to my core. I tried to squeeze my thighs together to alleviate the ache, but Parker slipped his leg between mine.
He brushed my breast, teasing the sensitive flesh without touching the tight bud. I made a disappointed noise and tried to shift into his touch. Parker chuckled and kissed his way over my shoulder.
“Open your eyes.” His hand slid down my stomach, then farther, infuriatingly slow.
I leaned against him, and his cock spread wetness across the small of my back. Parker pressed his palm lightly on my clit, making me shudder. I lifted my hips, chasing the rush.
He pressed a finger into me, and I let out a low moan which he matched with a groan. His tongue flicked over my nipple, making me gasp. This deliberate torture was killing me. He withdrew his fingers as if he had all morning, and I clenched the sheets in a fist.
“Open your eyes, and I’ll make you come,” he whispered against my skin.
God, I could wake up like this every day.
Our battle ended when he added another finger with the barest hint of contact on my clit. I opened my eyes to meet his scorching blue gaze, like glaciers lit from within. He smiled, triumphant, then kissed me while he played me in earnest, driving me higher with his hand.
I shuddered with an orgasm, and he swallowed the sounds I made without stopping. The burning need never abated, convenient because I wanted him inside me.
Parker groaned when I circled my ass, making him pause long enough for me to roll over. I shoved his shoulder until he lay propped against the headboard, then straddled his lap. With one long slide, I sank down onto him. We both groaned at the pressure, and Parker’s fingers dug into my hips, locking me in place.
“Fuck, baby, you need to hold still a second.”
My muscles trembled at the hoarse order. I wanted to move. Instead, I dropped my forehead to his, and we breathed together for a moment until Parker’s thumb stroked across my hipbone.
I smiled as I leisurely rose and fell. He let me set the tempo, running his hands over my body, teasing my breasts, whispering dirty words of praise in my ear. I could spend the rest of my life caught in the gossamer threads of pleasure we built, each moment drawing us closer.
Parker’s name sighed out of me, and he moaned into my neck—low and rough—as his control shattered. His hips snapped up, shattering the languid pace. One hand tangled in my hair, and he devoured my mouth. My short nails dug into his shoulders as I held on in a wild race to the end.
I collapsed on top of him, breathing hard and utterly spent. Parker’s chest shook under me as he laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I asked his shoulder.
“I was just thinking about Mac.”
I sat up with fake concern. “Do you always think about Mac during sex?”
“I only think aboutyouduring sex.” He rolled over, pinning me beneath him.
This was my favorite version of Parker—warm, playful, relaxed. We didn’t have a game on Thanksgiving, so I’d turned off my alarm and planned to enjoy Parker and his big bed for as long as possible.
