distracted by him moistening his lips. “You know all I want to do right now is kiss you, but—”
“Then what’s stopping you?” he asks, sliding my hand through the gap between the buttons on his shirt to rest on his bare chest.
For a moment, every thought about Unknown leaves my mind, and all I can think about is how badly I want this man in front of me. Then my stubbornness gets in the way.
“Unknown—he’s stopping me. I can’t get the idea of his filthy hands touching me out of my head,” I reply, removing my hand from Parker’s grip.
“Well, how about you just touch me?” he asks, laying back to lean against the arm of the couch. “You can be the one in control.” He raises his arms above his head and lays there in a submissive pose.
I stare at him, his face is serious, yet comforting. This doesn’t seem like him being cocky or too forward. He’s just trying to express how much he cares for me, and is even willing to let me be in control in order to make me feel more at ease. It’s kind of hot. He knows we both want this, and have for some time now.
“I don’t want to force you to do anything you don’t want to,” he says, bringing his hands to rest on his stomach.
“What makes you think you’re forcing me to do this?” I ask as I crawl on top of him. He goes to wrap his arms around me, but I scoop them up and rest them back behind his head. He smirks at this action, and lets out a small breath.
“I could get used to this,” he says, raising his head to kiss the front of my neck.
I release a tiny moan of satisfaction once the feeling of his lips on my skin becomes too much to bear. The sensation of his warm breath on the cool moist places wherever he leaves a kiss causes my body to erupt in delicious goose bumps. Leaning back to rest on his legs, I grab his shirt and rip it open. Thankfully his buttons are of the snap-together variety. I sit there admiring his physique with my hands—a physique he’s clearly put a lot of work into. He grins up at me when I catch his eyes, and pulls me closer. He wraps his arms around my waist and rolls himself on top of me.
“Is this okay?” he asks close to my face. I can tell he wants to make sure this whole thing is how I want it to go. He truly does want me to be in control.
“Yeah,” I reply, nodding my head before placing my hands on his face and kissing him. He doesn’t resist in the slightest, and our lips collide.
I reach around to the front of his shirt and wrestle to pull it back and down over his shoulders. He shakes out of it the rest of the way and plants his firm chest on me again. My hands find themselves exploring his sculpted back as he kisses me. The feeling of his firm tongue sweeping through my mouth fills me with anticipation of where this is eventually going to lead.
When his hand begins to creep up my shirt, I squirm because I’m a little ticklish.
“Is this still okay?” he asks, removing his hand from under my shirt. I smile at him because of how attentive and caring he’s being.
I nod and put his hand right back where it was. He leans down close to my ear as his hand trails up my stomach to just below my bra. He grazes his fingertips just underneath it, causing me to clench my eyes shut while drawing in a deep, pleasurable breath.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
Reaching down, I unbuckle his belt and undo the button on his jeans before sliding down the zipper. The sound of his zipper seems to send him into overdrive. He wraps an arm around me and pulls my shirt up. I raise my arms above my head, allowing the shirt to be easily removed.
Parker holds my gaze when our eyes meet again, and gently caresses my face with his firm fingers. “There’s so much I want to tell you right now.”
“Don’t tell me. Show me,” I reply, feeling all negative emotions slipping away and fully embracing Parker.
He rises from the couch and tucks one arm under my knees and the other against my back. He cradles me into his arms