Her Marine Next Door - Aliyah Burke Page 0,29

sexy. Beautiful all the way around. Christ, I’ve fucking lusted after you for so long. Been dreaming about the moment I could have my lips around your breasts.” He licked along the nipple, and she shuddered.

More of this and she’d be finished before he began.

“You taste as good as you smell. I don’t know how you do it but peaches, mint, and raspberries. How you do it? I don’t know but I’m in love.”

She trembled more.

“Parker.” Her breath fell in pants as she locked her knees to keep from collapsing.

“Right here, baby. Trust me, I’m not going anywhere. I’m going to take hours to learn this body, discover what makes you tremble, cry, whimper, and beg. Then I’m going to wear you out, let you rest, and do it all over again. Fucking near two years of wanting you. God knows, I’m ready to burst, but dammit all, I have to take my time.”

“No.”

He lifted his head so they were lip to lip, his eyes darker green than usual. “Impatient, baby?”

“You, inside me. Fairly simple. No need for a degree to get the meaning. Like I said, simple.” She bit her lower lip and stared at the top of his head, willing him to comply before this dream ended.

He left her breasts and stared at her. “There’s absolutely nothing simple about this between us, baby. But you’re right. I need in you as much as you need me there. Fast now, and I’ll explore slowly later.”

She unhooked her legs, and he allowed her to stand. Without looking around, she shimmied out of her overalls. Through her lowered lids, she watched him kick off his shoes, and his jeans followed shortly. Then his boxers.

Skylar dragged her gaze up his body and inhaled sharply at the sight of his thick erection standing proud. The swollen mushroom head had a few drops of precome on it, and she flicked her tongue along her lips.

God, she didn’t think they made men like him. Anywhere. Nothing but in dreams or on calendars where they’d photoshopped.

He had a condom in his hand, and she took it from him with an impatient yank. “I hope you fucking have more than one of these.”

“I can get more. Put it on me. Cover me so I can fuck you. Shove deep inside you and lift you off your feet. I’m not patient, and I can’t wait until I can hear all those sexy-ass screams as you come all over my cock. So I can watch your breasts bounce, feel you clench around me. I’m going to fuck you so you still feel me inside you once we’re done.”

Her fingers trembled as she ripped open the small square. She curled her free hand around his shaft and pumped him twice, his moan music to her ears. He was thick, hard, and long. Then she rolled it down, never once allowing him to lower his gaze.

“Fuck me, Parker. For God’s sake, just fuck me. I don’t need soft, kind words.”

He didn’t speak, just lifted her and lined his cock up to her entrance and surged within her in a single stroke.

Her eyes watered from the stretch of her internal muscles—it had been so long since anything of this size had been within her. But holy hell, it was heaven.

“You okay?” his whispered words were right in her ear.

“Yes,” she panted hard. “It’s just been a while. I’m better than good.”

“Hang on, Skylar. I’m about to grant your wish.”

…

Skylar stirred. Cracking open one eye, she stared across the darkness of her bedroom. She wanted to turn a light on, but honestly, she felt like there was a severe hangover involved in her condition.

That explained the dream she’d just had. But oh, what a dream. It was so nice to actually have Parker finish her, so she was left to her own devices.

With a groan, she began to sit up, only to pause at the arm around her waist. What the fuck?

Her eyes flew open and she stared down at the tanned, hairy arm with intricate tattoos. She recognized the artwork and the man it belonged to.

Parker Jax.

The dream wasn’t a dream.

“Oh shit.”

His fingers flexed against her midsection, her bare midsection, bringing her back flush to his body. And the hard dick pressing into her.

“Morning.” His lips teased the back of her neck, and she squirmed beneath the tactile assault.

“Why are you here?” I am not panicking.

“You wore me out, and I didn’t have the energy to head to the other room.” He