time ignoring their dates but being fully aware of each other, honesty was probably best. “Bob was boring as ever.” There was no need to tell Parker that she wouldn’t be seeing him again. He’d figure it out. “What about your date? She was pretty.”
She watched as a smile slid across his lips. “And talkative.”
Okay, she had noticed that, but the woman hadn’t seemed to be talking any more than Bob had. “Bob talked a lot, too.”
“I noticed.”
He shifted his stance and she wished he hadn’t done that. The top part of his robe opened up a little more and it allowed her to admire his solid, muscular chest. She caught her breath.
“May I ask you something, Sebrina?”
“Sure. What do you want to ask me?”
“How many more dates do we have to torture ourselves with before we admit the truth?”
She lifted a brow. “What truth?”
“That ignoring this thing between us isn’t working.”
She began nibbling on her bottom lip. “We’ve only gone out once since we decided on this course of action, Parker.”
“I know. However, I doubt the results would change, even if we went on fifty dates. Can you honestly say you think we have a hope in hell of ignoring this hunger between us?”
She didn’t know what to think. “I don’t know. I’ve never been in this predicament before.”
And she truly meant it. She had been attracted to men, had even desired them, but this thing between her and Parker defied logic. Even now, she was aware of the crackle of sexual energy that passed between them, making the air they were breathing seem hot and erotic.
“There is only one other option left for us to try, Sebrina.”
She didn’t have to ask what he was talking about because she knew. To act on it. “I’m not sure I’m ready for that, Parker.” Even as she said the words, she could feel arousal coiling in her very feminine core.
“Okay,” he said, taking a few steps to cover the distance separating them.
When he came to a stop in front of her, she could see more of him. His penetrating dark eyes were staring down at her and several strands of thick hair seemed to slip down on his forehead. She was tempted to brush them back from his face but didn’t.
“However, I want to leave you with something to think about, Sebrina,” he said.
“What?”
Before she could blink, he had wrapped his arms around her and lowered his mouth to hers. Immediately, his tongue caught hold of hers when she released a breathless sigh. Then he proceeded to make love to her mouth. Never in all her twenty-nine years had a man kissed her this way. It was as if he was trying to get an in-depth taste of her and didn’t plan to pull his mouth away until he’d had it.
In the meantime, she was being driven insane by waves of pleasure flooding her insides. Each stroke of his tongue blasted away her common sense. He wasn’t just kissing her—he was completely devouring her. Even now, she was having a hard time remembering how to breathe.
Then suddenly he broke off the kiss, leaving her weak in the knees. She was grateful his arms remained locked around her waist, otherwise she would have crumbled to the floor.
“When you think you’re ready for us to act on it, Sebrina, you know where to find me. I never sleep with my door locked. You are welcome in my bedroom at any time.”
Drawing in a deep breath, she turned and raced up the stairs.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
PARKER WAS WALKING DOWN the hospital corridor on his way to see one of his patients, but it was Sebrina on his mind. Several days had passed since the night he had kissed her, and he was afraid he’d become addicted to her taste. Her mouth had been as sweet as he’d known it would be, with a flavor that was all hers.
Just thinking of what he considered a much-too-brief moment still sent sensuous chills all through him. Every night since he had issued the invitation for her to visit his bedroom, he had lain awake hoping she would do so. And when he drifted off to sleep, he would dream of her. Now that he knew her taste, his dreams were more intense and a hell of a lot more erotic than before.
He’d only seen her twice since that night and both times, he’d made it a point to be sitting in the kitchen when she left for work. But