Her Marine Next Door - Aliyah Burke Page 0,58

you and enjoy every last second.”

They were crossing into new territory, and he was beyond ready. It wasn’t just because he knew for certain Cullen was his—he’d want the boy in his life regardless. It had everything to do with the woman beside him. Skylar. There wasn’t any specific logic, but the fact that she’d never shied away during their farce, that she’d been at his side through it all for no other reason than he’d asked her for help. All of it proved she was something unique. If ever there was a woman to make him okay with giving up his old ways, his old life, it was this woman, right here.

He pushed up slowly, allowing his hands to skim along her figure, indulging in the softness that was hidden from most. She showed the world the hard woman, the woodworker who put everyone else before her. Right now, he was privy to the soft one. The one he wanted to protect more than his next breath. The one who was there for him without judgment.

She had a heart of gold, and he was falling for her.

This was about them, tonight. Him and her. No one else.

She tipped her head back as he rose, maintaining eye contact, and he dipped his forward. Their lips nearly brushed as he slid his hands up her side.

“Fucking sexy.”

Dragging his finger down her sternum between her breasts, he relished how her deep breaths grew faster and shallower.

“Parker.”

“Yes, baby?”

“Don’t do this.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Torture me.”

“I promise, it’ll be worth it.” He bent closer and captured her breast in his mouth.

This woman, she was everything he could ever ask for.

Breathy gasps fell from her lips as he switched his attention from one breast to the next, flicking his tongue over the taut nipples. With his free hand, he skimmed along her stomach and closed his eyes briefly when his fingertips brushed the lace separating him from his goal.

Relinquishing her breasts from his attention, he kissed his way down her torso, inching backward until his lips had reached the same point his fingers had.

“Parker,” she begged.

“Shh,” he shushed her. “Let me look at you.” Lifting his gaze, he took her all in, sprawled out on her sofa. “Fucking perfect.”

Pushing up, he kissed her on the lips, then retreated, taking her panties with him. Those he shoved into his pocket.

“You have such fucking smooth skin, baby. I love touching it.” He slipped his hand up the backs of her thighs once more, angling her hips where he wanted them. “Love touching you. The way you moan and squirm.” Dipping his head, he ran the flat of his tongue up her pussy, allowing her taste to sink in. “How you taste.”

“More.”

“Patience.”

She sank her hands into his hair and tugged, dragging him to her pussy. “No.”

Stabbing his tongue in deep, he was rewarded with a mixture of a moan and a purr. He wanted that again. So he repeated it. Over and over until she screamed his name and came hard on his tongue.

He covered her completely as he stroked his freed cock.

“I want in your pussy,” he mumbled against her full lips. “I want your tight heat choking my cock.”

“Yes.”

“Nails ripping the skin from my back, legs tight around my waist as if you never want me to leave.”

He pushed two fingers inside her, a low groan sliding free as her muscles clenched around him. Her hips rose, and he fucked her with his fingers, eyes locked on hers; he watched the pleasure roll over her soft features, the hazy look in her gaze, how her lips parted as his name fell as litany from them.

“If I could capture this look on your face forever, I would.” He brushed their lips together. “You look like this with me. For me. Because of me.”

“Only you,” she whispered, her words raw in their honesty.

He stripped in seconds and covered himself to slip into her with a single push. She was so responsive and immediately arched, accepting him, grasping his upper body, allowing him that familiar and perfect bite of her nails.

Her mouth made a little moue and those incredibly curved eyelashes dropped before rising once more and letting him drown in those incredible brown eyes.

“Forever.” His whisper filled the air.

Chapter Twelve

Rubbing the back of her neck, Skylar walked through to the kitchen and paused before backing up to stare at the couch.

Her heart, traitorous organ that it was, flipped as the scene before her registered.

Both father and son were crashed on