Her Marine Next Door - Aliyah Burke Page 0,28

between her thighs and lifted enough so she went up on her toes. She ground against him, and his cock pushed insistently against his jeans.

“Off,” she muttered against his lips.

He had no problems complying with that order. Breaking away from her succulent mouth, he used one hand to rip off his shirt and toss it to the side.

“God, you’re a work of art.” The brown of her eyes deepened with lust as she spread her hands over his torso. “Nothing but muscles and tattoos.”

His lids lowered at her seeking touch but right now, he wanted her mouth back beneath his. He’d allow her to explore later, but he needed her taste. So he took it. Wrapping his arms around her, he lifted her off the ground, still bracing against the wall at her back. With one hand, he guided her legs around him, one at a time. Then he undid the second overall strap.

Their tongues dueled with each other, striking, feinting, rolling. Her taste poured into him and overtook all.

Holy fuck. This was so much more than what it had been before. The blood in his veins had turned to flames, and they were burning him alive from the inside out while her touch was doing the same thing just from the opposite direction.

“Skylar,” he rasped as if the word had been yanked out of his gut. “I need you out of this shirt.”

Her eyes were wide with need and hunger as she leaned against the wall, lips swollen from his kisses.

“What are we doing?” she asked even as she grasped the bottom hem and drew it up over her head.

“About to fuck.” He sucked a deep breath at the vision before him. Her bra had pushed up her breasts like a goddamn offering, and he wasn’t about to turn it down.

A fucking Venus before him.

Parker wanted to rip every article of clothing off her, then fuck her until she couldn’t say his name. Instead, he used his index finger and trailed it down her sternum.

“You’re sexy as fuck. Look at your tits, waiting for me to suck on them.”

He skimmed along the lacy edge of each breast, loving the way her chest jerked with her inhalation. Hell, he wanted to slide his cock through them and watch her face as he did.

“Are you admiring or getting on with it?”

Despite the bite to her question, there wasn’t any ignoring the breathless quality of her words. She was as turned on as he was, if not more.

Index finger to his mouth, he sucked it in before placing it back on the top of the lace. Then he drew it down, bringing the material with him. Her pebbled tip was without his mouth for all of a second before he swiped his tongue along it, listened to her whimper, then took it inside.

“Shit,” she moaned, fingers digging into his hair and scalp. “Fucking A, you’re going to make me come by doing that.”

Good to know. She was very sensitive there.

While he spoiled one, he exposed the other and allowed his index finger and thumb to pay attention there. The woman in his arms trembled and whispered his name.

“I want screams, Skylar. You will scream my name.”

She yanked his hair and he looked up, eyebrow raised in question.

“Only if you scream mine as well.”

Fuck yeah, this was the woman for him.

At least for now.

…

Skylar prayed to a higher power that if this was a dream, it wouldn’t stop before she got what she most desperately wanted.

Parker Jax’s cock deep inside her. Making her come all around him.

Please, oh please, don’t let me wake up before he makes me scream his name and I have mine falling from his lips.

His dark-tipped blond lashes were down, hiding those incredible green-blue eyes from her. Didn’t stop her from watching. There was just something about seeing his tongue flick her breasts and nipples.

Trouble was, she wanted more. They needed to move this along before she woke up and had to finish herself off.

“Parker,” she complained, tugging on his hair. It moved through her fingers like silk and softness. Completely the antithesis of the man pressed against her, who was all hardness.

“What do you need?” That sexy rumble had her slit clenching. His fingers continued touching her everywhere. She was losing her mind, wanting more, and although each caress, each stroke from him was close to catapulting her over the edge, she wanted to slow him down and savor it all. Her synapses were on overdrive.

“You’re so fucking