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  As much as he wanted to ravish her, he forced himself to go slowly, savoring every sensation. The sweet scent rising off her body made him crazy. Kissing his way down to her collarbone, the fragrance intensified. Warm but slightly spicy, like tea with honey. His lips skimmed along the hollow of her neck. Her sighs of pleasure encouraged him as he kissed lower, tracing his fingertips beneath the cups of her bra.

  Feeling her nipple pucker below the thin fabric, he kissed his way over one stiff peak, exhaling hot breath. Sophie moaned, curling her hips tighter into his. Reaching behind her, saying a silent prayer, he squeezed the clasp of her bra, breathing a sigh of relief when he felt it spring undone.

  Gently slipping the strap off her shoulder, he pulled back enough to allow the rest of the bra to fall forward. The sight of Sophie’s pert, pale breasts made his breath catch in his throat. Dark pink nipples, firm as gumdrops, close enough to touch. He slid one hand along her ribs, inching higher, grazing beneath each mound before passing his fingertips across the puckered flesh. A whimper escaped her as he lowered his mouth and flicked his tongue against the taut skin.

  Parker shivered with need. He wanted her. Not just her lips and her breasts. Not her hands. All of her. Easing lower, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her yoga pants. Her sexy, black, I-can’t-see-straight-when-she’s-wearing-them yoga pants. Hesitating to make sure she was okay, he felt her shimmy her hips as her hand joined his and tugged the pants down. Thank God.

  Smoothing his hand across her hips, he couldn’t believe how much heat radiated off her. Sophie resumed stroking his back, but only for a moment. Fingers quickly slithered around his waist and down to the button of his jeans. With one flick it popped open, and he felt her lowering the zipper.

  Feeling her tug to get his jeans off was all the incentive he needed. He rolled onto his back, raised his hips and quickly rid himself of his pants. Before he could turn back toward her, Sophie’s hands were on him, tracing over his chest, dancing lower, twirling through the hair on his stomach, sending goose bumps across his skin. Even through the fabric of his boxer briefs, her touch drove him wild. Drawing her palm down the length of his erection, she curved her fingers around his balls, squeezing lightly.

  Tremors raced up his spine as his stomach muscles clenched. Sophie slid her hand back up then dipped beneath the fabric that separated them. Her warm fingertips against his swollen flesh were almost too much to bear. Sucking in a deep breath, he steeled himself against the pleasure. Not now. Not yet.

  Focusing the best he could, he rolled toward her, continuing to explore her body. He teased the silky skin below her hipbone. His heart fluttered as he felt her lifting her hips toward him. As he eased her panties down her legs, his erection thickened in her hand. Holy hell. Breathing through his nose, he willed himself to relax. The intoxicating scent of her arousal did nothing to calm him.

  Sophie’s legs rubbed against his, smooth and seductive. He imagined them wrapped around his back, pulling him closer. He nearly lost track of what he was doing. Touch her. She’s real and she’s right here. How many times had he imagined this? Wished he were right where he was? Longed to run his hands across her? To feel her stroke against his skin? More than he could count or remember.

  Sliding his hand back up the length of her leg, he forced himself to go as slowly as possible. Sophie appeared to be holding her breath. She seems as nervous as I am. The thought both soothed and scared him. He didn’t want her to be nervous nor did he want to get anything wrong.

  Needing to taste her again, he returned his mouth to hers. Having her lips against him brought everything back into focus. Her tongue spiraled against his, urging him on. The silky skin of her thigh curved enticingly as he reached the apex. Inching higher, his fingertips brushed against the tender folds between her legs. Velvety-smooth skin, softer than anything he could ever recall touching, greeted him, luring him nearer.

  Not wanting to do anything she didn’t want him to, he paused, his fingers poised. Sophie kissed him more ardently, nipping at his lower lip as her hand moved to his, pressing him against her warmth, dragging his fingers back and forth as she rocked her hips toward him. She circled against him, then let go of his hand.

  Feeling her wetness was all Parker needed. He slipped his fingers between the layers, up one side, down the other, dipping inside her, twisting to slowly explore her.

  “Good?” he whispered.

  “Better than good.” She pressed on his hand, directing his thumb to move in a tight circle as he eased a second finger inside her. She let go and wrapped her hand around his length again. He could feel her excitement heightening. Every gasp. Every sigh. Every shudder. He read each sign, gauging her response. Weighing each reaction. Jesus. She’s so responsive.

  When she tensed, her hand no longer able to continue stroking him, he knew she must be close to coming. Her breath came fast against his lips then stopped, caught in her chest as she trembled beneath him.

  Making sure not to lose the rhythm of his fingers, he slid his mouth to her ear. “Breathe,” he whispered.

  Sophie drew in a deep breath, and Parker felt her give way. With a tremendous shudder, she contracted around his fingers, her body jolting as she cried out. Christ. Fascinated, Parker took it all in. The thin sheen of sweat that had bloomed across her skin, the grip of her fingers on his shoulder, the pitch of her cry, the pull, the mind-blowingly hard pull of her muscles on his fingers. He didn’t know women could come like that. So hard. So intense.

  “You okay?” he asked.

  She nodded, her hair brushing against his chest like the caress of a summer breeze. Easing his fingers out of her, he marveled over every texture, each ridge, each swell. He tugged her toward him, wanting to hold her as close as possible. Needing to breathe in everything about her.

  “Parker,” she said, her voice breathy and raspy against his cheek, “I want you inside me. Make love to me.”

  Parker’s heart beat a fierce rhythm then nearly stopped. “I don’t have…I didn’t bring…”

  “It’s okay, I’m on the Pill.”

  It took a moment for the words to sink in. They didn’t need a condom. They were going make love. Now.

  Chapter Twelve

  Parker was vaguely aware of the sensation of the bed sheets against his legs as Sophie tugged them down and scooted back against the pillows. Holding himself above her, arms braced against the mattress, erection pressed against her stomach, he couldn’t get over how small she seemed. How fragile. Not wanting to crush her, he held himself as steady as possible with the cushiony pillow top giving beneath his hands.

  Sophie trailed her toes up his calf, sending the sweetest thrill straight up his leg to his balls. Wetness streaked across her belly as he slid back and forth. Is she ready?

  As if she heard his question she reached between them, curling her fingers around him, guiding him lower. Her hips shifted as she wiggled until he felt himself flush against her. Heat. Surreal heat seemed to be beckoning him.

  Digging his knees into the bed, Parker tilted his hips forward, moving as slowly as he could manage. The tip of his erection nuzzled against her, slipping between her folds. I’m inside her. The thought struck him. Inside Sophie.

  Pivoting below him, Sophie wrapped her legs around him, drawing him farther in. Jesus. Surrounded by warmth, he found it impossible to concentrate on anything other than the feel of her body. This is really happening.

  Soft lips grazed his neck, licking and nipping, jolting him from his mind into the present. Nervousness faded, replaced by intense need—the need to move inside her, to feel her body moving against his, to kiss her.

  Finding her mouth, he licked at her sweetness, feeling her lips spring open beneath his. Her tongue met his, eager, teasing. Her rich taste mesmerized him as he breathed her in. His head swam with the mix of sensations—her breasts rubbing against his chest, her hips grinding against his on every downward thrust, her fingers fisting his hair, each tug sending shivers down his back.
Oh God.

  Pressure built inside him, filling him. Everything felt heavy. His chest. His balls. Tension coiled deep within his stomach, spiraling lower. Sophie rocked with him, lifting her hips to meet each stroke in and out of her body. So wet. So good. As much as he wanted the moment to last, he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  Burrowing his face against her neck, breathing in great puffing gasps, he let go. The orgasm burst from him, sending his hips hard into Sophie’s. Wave upon wave of tension released as he pulsated inside her, trying to stifle his groans.

  Shaking, drained, lightheaded, he slowly became aware of Sophie’s hand stroking his back.

  With his breath still rasping, he kissed his way up the arch of her throat and along her jaw until his lips met hers. Even their kiss felt different now. Less urgent but more intimate.

  His tongue grazed hers, slow and sweet, as their bodies continued to rock together. I’m still inside her. The realization filled him with happiness that continued even as he slipped out of her. She curled toward him, her arm snug around his chest. Leaning closer, he kissed her again, savoring the moment. Then it hit him. She didn’t come.

  Sophie slid her fingers into Parker’s hair, loving the silkiness and trying to remember the last time she’d felt so content.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, his lips a whisper from hers.

  She nodded and kissed him again, loving that she now felt free to do that. To kiss him any time she felt like.

  Parker pulled back, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “You didn’t…just now. Did you?”

  It took her a second to realize what he was asking. “Oh. No.” Heat crept into her cheeks.

  “Sorry.” The downward cast of his eyes surprised her.

  “Don’t be sorry. I never do. I mean not, you know, during.” Oh God, he’s going to think there’s something wrong with me.

  Parker’s hand traced up and down her back, creating a tingling so strong she nearly forgot what they were discussing. “Never?” he asked.

  Heat burned even more intensely in her cheeks. She shook her head.

  “But you did before.”

  “Oh yeah.” Just the memory of it was enough to make her internal muscles flutter.

  Parker trailed his hand over her hip, taking the tingling along with it. “So we could do that again.”

  Before Sophie could answer, his fingers slipped between her legs. Sucking in a gulp of air she nodded. Jesus, where did he learn how to do that? His fingers moved over her so slowly, bringing every nerve ending to life. Her hips jerked forward as he hit just the right spot.

  “Good?” he asked, kissing beneath her ear.

  “Uh-huh.” A small groan escaped as he licked her earlobe, his hand continuing to work its magic.

  Parker trailed kisses from her forehead down her nose before settling in on her mouth. His tongue slipped between her lips in sync with his fingers. Sophie shivered, straining toward him. She could feel him hard against her hip, rocking in rhythm. Knowing he was so turned on made her even more excited. Pressure built deep in her belly as heat spread lower. God, yes.

  As if he knew exactly what she was thinking, Parker slowed his movements, drawing out the pleasure until she could no longer keep from quivering. Tongue, thumb, hips—everything spiraled against her until she could scarcely breathe. A high-pitched cry escaped her as she clenched a handful of bed sheets. Hips bucking forward, she came hard and fast, moaning into his mouth.

  She broke the kiss, her head thrashing against the pillow as the aftershocks jolted through her. When she could finally open her eyes, she found Parker staring right at her with a look she couldn’t discern on his face.

  “What?” She breathed the word, still unable to catch her breath.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

  She raked a hand through the tangled mass of her hair, laughing. As she tried to force herself to breathe, she inhaled deeply, surprised when she let out a huge hiccup. Sophie clapped her hand over her mouth but a second, louder hiccup escaped. “Shit.”

  Parker shook with laughter. “I can’t believe you still get hiccups.”

  “I don’t.” She hiccupped again. “I haven’t had them in ages.”

  “Likely story. You got them after practically every test in school.”

  “I know. I always thought they were brought on by stress release.” Hiccup. Dammit.

  “Well, I don’t know of a better stress releaser than an orgasm.”

  The grin on Parker’s face made him look completely irresistible. She wanted to kiss him, but as soon as she got her face close enough to his, a hiccup interrupted. Groaning, she fell back against the bed and pulled a pillow over her head.

  “Do you have any peanut butter?” Parker asked.

  “You want a sandwich?”

  Laughter tumbled out of him again, vibrating the bed. “No. Do you have any or not?”

  “Of course I have peanut butter.”

  “Come on.” He tugged at her hand.

  Sophie hiccupped and lifted the pillow enough to peer out at him. “Where are we going?”

  “We need peanut butter.”

  Parker pulled on his boxers and watched as Sophie slipped his T-shirt over her head. Seeing her in his clothes sent a rush through him that made him want to forget about the damned peanut butter and toss her back on the bed, but the next hiccup reminded him of the matter at hand.

  She reached for her panties but he stopped her. “I assume we’re only going to the kitchen. I think you’re dressed enough.”

  Sophie smirked at him, igniting another burst of heat that coursed through him. He linked his fingers with hers as they walked down the hall. He loved that she had to go up on her toes to reach the peanut butter off the top pantry shelf.

  “Now what?” she asked, handing him the jar.

  He unscrewed the lid, surprised to find the protective seal still in place. “An unopened jar of peanut butter? Cut down on your habit, have you?”

  “No, I finished a jar with breakfast.” A loud hiccup punctuated her indignation.

  Parker snorted, peeling the Mylar cover off the jar. “Spoon, please.”

  “Maybe later, right now I just want to know what the peanut butter’s for.”

  Smartass. He dipped the spoon into the jar, giving a quick stir before scooping up a heaping amount. “Open wide.”

  Hiccup. “What?”

  “You heard me. Open up.” He held the spoonful in front of her mouth. “One big mouthful. No dainty licks.”

  “Are you kidding me?” Hiccup.

  “Do you want to get rid of your hiccups?”

  She nodded, her breasts giggling beneath his shirt as another hiccup shook through her.

  “Trust me.” He tried to keep eye contact but couldn’t help glancing at her mouth as her lips parted and then closed around the spoon. His entire body reacted, tensing in a torturously pleasant way as he withdrew the utensil. “Chew then swallow.”

  Parker watched as she managed the mouthful. She was clearly struggling as she tried not to laugh, but Parker was the one who could barely swallow. His mouth had grown dry. His throat felt tight. He wondered how he was going to watch her for another second and not kiss her. He tossed the spoon into the sink, trying to distract himself.

  Sophie finally gulped. “I can’t believe you made me eat that much peanut butter.”

  “Are your hiccups gone?”

  They both listened.

  “Holy shit,” she said, putting her hand on her chest as if she was waiting to feel another outburst. “I think they are.”

  “You’re welcome.” Parker took a bow.

  “That’s insane. All these years I’ve suffered with hiccups for hours at a time and all I needed to do was eat peanut butter?”

  “I know, right? Best trick I learned in rehab. Trust me, hiccups and recovery from surgery do not mix. One of the nurses there taught me the peanut butter cure.”

  “She’s a genius.”

  “Yep. Best cure
ever. And tasty too.” He leaned in and kissed her, moaning at the salty sweetness of her lips.

  “There’s plenty more, you know.” Sophie pulled away and reached for the jar. She swirled her index finger in the jar then held it in front of Parker. Mischief sparkled in her eyes.

  Jesus, Sophie, could you be any sexier? He held her gaze as he swooped his tongue around her finger before sucking it into his mouth. The tiny gasp that escaped her made every muscle in his torso contract. She withdrew her finger slowly, running it over his lower lip before she pulled it away. Without another thought, Parker’s mouth was back on hers.

  Sophie’s tongue mingled with his, as her hand sank into his hair. He held her tight, feeling his erection swell against her. “What do you say we go back to your room?”

  “I say that’s an even better idea than the peanut butter.”

  Sophie could never remember her bed feeling more comfortable than it did with Parker lying beside her. Parker smiled, still staring at her with the same intent expression. Taking her hand he linked his fingers with hers, pressing them into the pillow. “So fucking beautiful.” And his lips were back on hers. Soft. Gentle. Making Sophie feel as if she were melting right into the mattress.

  He eased himself on top of her, sliding against her. Oh, God. So hard. So good. How could he possibly feel so good rubbing against her? Spreading her legs with his knees, he slipped easily between them. With a tilt of her pelvis, he pushed inside her.

  “Parker,” she whispered his name.

  “Mmm,” he answered, sliding his lips to her throat, nibbling at her neck, her collarbone, sending her body soaring once again.

  She tightened her grip on his hand as they moved together. Her other hand burrowed into his silky hair. The mix of sensations was too much. The grasp of his hand on hers, the softness of his hair, his firm chest grazing hers, his warm breath at her shoulder, his hardness rocking in and out of her.