and closed the doors, then locked them.
He paced like a caged animal in front of me. “Parker.”
His voice was raspy, filled with exactly zero self-control.
“Yes?”
“Is your ankle really hurt?”
“No. But my heart is . . . you should probably start making it better.” I put my hands on my hips.
He gaped. “Listen—”
“I’d rather not.”
I slammed my mouth against his.
And prayed he’d respond.
Chapter Twenty-Four
MATT
I had zero restraint left.
I’d used it all trying not to peel her clothes off her body when we were dancing. I hauled her into my arms and drank, sucking on her tongue first, then deepening the kiss as I pulled the halter part of her dress free. More like tore it. I wasn’t in control anymore as I nipped her lips with my teeth and tugged the rest of the dress down to her hips.
“Does this mean you forgive me about the ankle?” Parker laughed as she worked the buttons down my shirt and then spread her palms over my naked chest as she shoved it off my body.
I gripped her by the wrists. “Not even a little bit. You scared the hell out of me. Next time just . . .” Our chests heaved as my eyes fell to the sexy-as-fuck black strapless bodice. It was connected just above her ass in the back and thrust her breasts in my face. “Just . . .” I licked my lips as visions of exploring the valley between her tits had my entire body pulsing with excitement. I would do that, I would do so many things before this night was over.
“Just?” She put her hands on her hips and stepped back. “What? You like this?”
I cupped her ass and tugged her toward me. Holding her against me felt better than I could ever have possibly imagined. My length throbbed against her dress, too many clothes stood between us, but I had to get a better look at that bodice.
“It’s . . .” I lifted a fingertip and ran it down the curve of her breast and up the other. “Teasing me.”
“The bodice?”
“Yeah, I can’t decide if I want to rip it apart and buy you a new one or slowly undo each hook and torture myself with what I’ll find underneath.”
She sucked in a breath and then turned away from me. “I choose torture.”
I chuckled darkly against her neck. “Why am I not surprised?” The scent of candles and luscious wine filled the air, and the scent of her skin, the taste of whiskey on my tongue mixed with each kiss I stole from her back. Each hook I undid had me ready to explode.
A small part of me still felt like I was taking advantage, but then she’d sigh my name, her head falling forward as I trailed kisses down her back.
She was mine.
Fuck whoever saw.
My body tensed and throbbed at the final hook. After tossing her bodice to the side and slowly pulling her dress over her hips, I stared at her ass long enough for Parker to look over her shoulder. “You gonna make it, old man?”
“Call me old and I really will spank you,” I growled, running a palm down her lower back and resting it against one perfect cheek. I pinched.
She let out a squeal and turned in my arms, facing me the way I’d imagined since I first saw her on my doorstep with freshly baked cookies.
“Tell me this isn’t wrong.” I swallowed against the dryness in my throat, the intense need to taste her, to claim her, to calm this erratic beating in my chest, this roaring in my blood that said she’d always been mine, that this was the most right thing I’d ever do.
Her lush mouth pressed together in a secret smile, and then she was walking backward to the couch, her naked skin kissed the fur blanket as she pulled me on top of her.
Our mouths met with a pent-up frenzy I’d never experienced before. With a cheeky smile against my lips, she reached for my trousers.
I batted her hand away. “Not yet.”
“Yes yet.” She laughed.
“Who has the whistle, Parker?”
“Who has the boobs, Matt?”
“Touché.” I laughed and then dipped my head to pay homage to the most gorgeous pair of tits I’d ever seen. I sucked on one nipple, testing her out, wanting to see her lips part with each swirl of my tongue, each pleasure-filled bite.
“Ah.” She bit down on her lip and shook her head. “I like that, a lot.”
My body tightened as my balls