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He pushed away both open sides of the robe and it fell to her hips, exposing her beautiful, bare breasts to his hungry gaze. “You could possibly be the death of me, Parker,” he whispered in a ravenous tone.
Slowly, while still holding him in her piercing gaze, she dipped her fingers to the belt and released it. The robe opened.
He groaned. He’d die a happy man if he was inside her.
Slipping her hands between their bodies she caressed her fingers over the barely contained bulge behind his zipper. He sucked in a ragged breath when she gently squeezed.
“I like this,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Good. Because I do too.” He moaned in tumultuous emotion as he pressed her against the cushion of the sofa, covering her body with his. Her legs came up and around his hips. He dipped into the warm V of her inner thighs. Nothing stopped him from ripping the denim off his body and entering her, except for the fact that he wanted to bring her to orgasm first with his tongue.
They continued to kiss, getting to know each other with their mouths. Then things started to get heated as he dipped his fingers to the glistening heat at the juncture of her thighs. She was a furnace. A silken volcano.
Rolling his finger over the firm bead nestled in her slick skin, he offered her time to smack his hand away, but she didn’t. Instead, she threaded her fingers into his hair and glided her parted legs against him.
He lifted his head and skimmed his gaze over her beautiful body—so lovely that the sight stole his breath. Stole every word in his vocabulary although he could have recited poetry. He admired her firm breasts and the ruby peaks. Dipping his head and circling each delectable nipple with the tip of his tongue, he could spend hours here, suckling the mounds. She liked the attention he knew because she arched her back, writhing underneath him, while tiny, clipped moans fell from her parted lips.
Her fingers were on his back, her short nails scraping at the cotton of his shirt. He kissed her forehead, each cheek, her chin before pulling back to look down at her glistening eyes surrounded by a thick fringe of ebony lashes. “Are we being reckless?” Damn, why did he have to say those words? What if he jolted her back to reality?
He just couldn’t pursue being with her unless he knew she was thinking clear.
One corner of her mouth lifted “Probably. Maybe not. But I don’t care. Do you?”
Good enough for him.
This moment was delicious. What would be the point of worrying about the future? Sure, she’d leave after her project was finished. He didn’t have to worry about unwanted attachments and all that jazz. Why did he feel a sting in the center of his chest?
“I’m not worried as long as you’re not,” he whispered.
She made a tiny whimpering sound and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck, bringing him back down to her mouth.
Eventually he pulled back again, staring down at her, knowing he’d never be capable of getting enough of her. Stunning. Flawless.I want you.
He wanted to say the words aloud, but he didn’t want to come off as too emotional or showing all his cards too soon. He’d never been a demonstrative man, or one who desperately needed touch. Right now, he was on the path of desperation.
He suddenly wanted to become mushy. He wanted her to know how desirable he found her, and yet if he laid it on too thick would she think he was making up superficial compliments to get in her pants. Technically, she was inviting him there—well, she wasn’t wearing pants. It wasn’t just her immaculate beauty that made him want her. She had qualities that he admired. Her resilience and spirit. Her determination. Her willingness to try new things.
And yet he barely knew her.
You’re overthinking this, Raven.
He slid off her slightly, holding her questioning stare. He wanted to take it all in.
Tracing her breasts, her erect nipples, dipping his finger in the deep valley of her cleavage he saw goosebumps scatter her silky skin. He brought his attention back to her breasts. Her nipples were the same color as her lips. Pink…no, rose. He cupped her breasts using his thumb to flick the nipple, teasing it into harder peaks. She shivered underneath his touch, lifted her arms high over her head and parted her legs wider.
Then someone cleared their throat somewhere in the room.
Wait! What the hell?
Raven peeked over the back of the couch, searching, and his lungs deflated.
Bonnie, and his pa, were standing near the open front door, both staring up at the ceiling as if to give Raven an opportunity to get decent.
Parker stiffened. “What’s happening?”
“We have company,” he whispered.
“Company?” Her eyes widened.
