A few facts seeped into his sex-and sleep-soaked brain.He was not in one of his hardship posts.The bed was exceedingly comfortable, and he felt really good.It wasn’t his London flat, either.His bed there was hard as a board and smelled of professional dry cleaning.
And sure as hell nothing soft touched his cheek.
He opened his eyes and met amazing blue eyes.
“Hi,” Parker said softly.“Sorry to?—”
He hooked a hand around her neck, pulled her to him and kissed her.It felt familiar and new.They’d kissed all night, but they hadn’t kissed in the morning.It had a hotness all its own.Nick wrapped his arms around her back and turned with her in his arms.She was under him, that slender elegant frame his to explore.His hand went slowly up her side until he was cupping her breast.
Oh yeah.
Parker smiled against his mouth.“Much as I’d like to continue this, I’m afraid you’re going to have to get up.If you want to take a shower, I laid out a towel for you.When you get out, breakfast will be ready.It won’t be as elaborate as the breakfast at your hotel, but I think you’ll be satisfied.”
And she slithered out from under him and was gone.
Christ.He missed her, missed the feel of her in his arms.But good things for him were in store.Just sitting across the table from her would be fantastic, let alone if she fed him.
Nick padded naked across her bedroom.He glanced outside the window.It was a glorious day, the sky bright bright blue.On the horizon, the Bay was a flat blue table with toy boats sailing across it.It was going to get hot.He was going to have to make sure Parker slapped on sunscreen.
Her bathroom smelled of her and it gave him a half-boner.His dick hopefully stuck straight out.Having loved what it did last night and wanting more, more, more.
Well, he told his dick, forget about it.For now.
The bathroom was small, pretty, old-fashioned.With one shower spout that got the job done.His London flat bathroom was huge, had acres of marble everywhere and the shower had eight shower heads.It had taken him ten minutes to figure out how the settings worked when he moved in.
And he was someone who’d managed to learn to use a Chinese GPS.Fast.Under fire.
Parker’s shower was self-explanatory and worked just fine.The towel was great—big and fluffy and smelling of lavender.
While he was showering, Nick was torn between dragging Parker back to the bed and having more sex.As much as they could stand.
Door number one.
Door number two was being a big boy and accepting that sex wasn’t going to happen right this moment.It would happen later.When they came back and she fed him.Including tiramisu.
Right now it was breakfast and a day in Parker’s company.
And as he was toweling off, Nick had a sudden stab of insight.He didn’t have many of them, he knew.He was a totally fact-based man without much introspection.But he realized what was different about the night they’d spent together.
He wanted more.But not just of the sex.
His adult life had been spent on missions with infrequent down times.His missions were in sex-free zones of the world.Not to mention everyone’s dick stayed down in danger zones.
So when he could have sex, he tended to fill up.
His last lover had been an analyst for the Financial Times in Hong Kong, a year ago.They were staying in the same upscale hotel and had met at the hotel bar.They both had four-day layovers.They spent those four days in bed, even eating room service meals on the bed, with a DO NOT DISTURB sign on the door.
They’d both been sore at the end of the four days.
She left early on the morning of the fifth day, leaving a nice note.
He never did find out her last name.He could have discreetly inquired at the hotel desk.Go Solutions was a corporate client, and they would have told him.
But he didn’t.It had been fun, but it hadn’t been more than the sex.
With Parker, he couldn’t wait to spend more time with her, in and out of bed.And there’d be time.He’d make sure of it.This didn’t end here.
He dressed and walked into the small kitchen.Parker turned and saw him and blushed.
