want to finish this before I head out.”
“I’ll wait for her,” Parker says and I mock him from behind my computer screen.
“It’s great that you two are getting on so well already,” I hear Mr. Whitman say as he opens the office door to leave. “See you tomorrow, Dani. And don’t forget to work on your essay.”
“I won’t, Mr. Whitman, promise,” I reply with an empty smile.
The instant he steps out, Parker strolls over and circles the desk while watching me like a predator does its prey. I try to ignore him and remain focused on my computer screen, but my eyes dart over at the sound of the pen cup sliding across the desk. Parker takes a seat on the edge of the desk right next to me. I fight back the urge to look over at him.
All I ask is, “Yes?”
He reaches over and hits control S on the keyboard, and in the process gently grazes my hand. A shiver surges through my arm at the softest embrace from his skin. He then proceeds to turn off the computer screen, causing me to turn abruptly and face him.
“What do you think you’re—” I say before I’m silenced with a kiss.
I slap his chest and try to push away, but he cups my face with his hands and pulls me closer, securing his lock on my lips. When he begins to run his fingers through my hair I start to relax, allowing the kiss to deepen. It’s the moment his tongue tries to slip into my mouth that I snap out of it.
“Really?” I ask, pushing him back onto the desk.
“Well, you didn’t want to talk, so I figured this was the next best thing.” The grin that shows up on his face is the very one that won me over years ago. His smile and smirk are nothing to shake a stick at, but his grin is stuff of legend.
“Why do you have to do that?” I ask.
“Do what exactly?” he answers with a confused look and that damn grin still on his mouth.
“Look so damn cute,” I reply.
I stand, positioning myself between his legs. His hands move to rest on the small of my back as he pulls me closer. I brace myself on his broad, muscular shoulders and release a small giggle when I dodge his attempt at kissing me again. His bright blue eyes bore into mine. I’ve lost many hours just staring into those beauties.
A whiff of his cologne fills my nose and flips a switch. I push Parker down onto the desk. I climb up on top of him and place one knee on either side of his body, straddling his hips. I hear the crash of the pen cup on the ground as I begin to slowly trace his abs under his shirt with my fingertips. Touching Parker is intoxicating. I can never get enough of him. Which, if our past is any indication, is a very dangerous thought.
He lets out a moan of anticipation as he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to rest against his chest. His arms feel so right around me, like they were meant to encircle my frame. As our mouths embrace again, I can’t seem to get enough of the sweet taste of his lips.
Parker releases my face, all the while still staring into my eyes. He smiles as he brushes a few rogue strands of hair behind my ear.
“Does this bring back any memories?” he asks.
“Plenty.”
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment. I’ve thought—hell, I’ve dreamed of it ever since the day I left,” he says softly.
“Well, then don’t ruin it.”
I lean down to kiss him again, but I’m interrupted by a sudden banging at the door. Faster than I can say the four-letter word that comes to mind, I shove off the desk and land on my feet. My eyes never leave the office door as I anticipate someone bursting in on us at any moment.
“What the hell was that?” Parker asks, sitting up.
I shrug. “Hello?”
When there’s no reply, Parker pulls me close to him again, clearly wanting to continue where we left off. Unfortunately for him, the mood is wrecked for me now.
“I know this feels right, but we can’t risk getting caught in here,” I say, pumping the brakes on this little fondle session. “I mean, what if a janitor walks in—or worse, Mr. Whitman?”
“We’ll be quiet,” he replies, trying to nibble at my neck,