PARKER
Sutton’s challengingsmile is all the encouragement I need. My cock hardens and in one swift move, I roll her onto her back, pinning her to the bed and caging her small body between my arms. “The next time we do this, remind me to start with dessert.”
“It’s me, right?” She sweeps her fingertips across my forehead, brushing aside a stray lock of hair. Her touch is featherlight, and a shiver of desire races down my spine. “I’m the dessert?”
“You know it, Shorty.”
She’s so damn gorgeous, lips parted on a laugh, cobalt hair splashed across the pillow as she stares up at me with bright eyes.
I lower my mouth to hers, and there’s nothing soft or gentle about the way I claim her. The kiss is rough and possessive, an animalistic mating of lips and teeth and tongues.
Thisis what Sutton needs.
What we both need.
A distraction from the internship. From Sports Stream. From reality.
To fuck the stress and anxiety from our lives, if only for a night.
She nips my lower lip and I growl in response, a primal rumble that emanates from deep within my chest.
“Careful, Shorty. Turnabout is fair play.”
She bats her lashes, looking far from innocent. “I thought you were into that kind of thing?”
“You know damn well I love it when you use your teeth, but I’d rather not show up for my interview tomorrow with a swollen lip.”
“You can say it’s a big manly football injury.” She smirks. “I’m sure they’d understand.”
“Smartass.”
“You like it.”
“I really do.” She rakes her nails down my back and I pull my shirt off, desperate to feel the sharp bite of pain directly on my skin. To feel her marking me as her own, however temporary. “Do that again,” I rasp.
Her smile widens, as if she’s only just realized she holds all the power. “You forgot to say please.”
If Sutton wants me to beg, I’ll beg, but only for her.
“Do that again,please.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders like talons, and as she drags them down my back, pleasure and pain ripple through my body in tandem.
“I’m so fucking hard right now.” Desperate to ease the growing tension at the base of my spine, I roll my hips as I pepper kisses along her jaw and throat, working my way down to her collarbone. Her skin is soft and supple, completely at odds with the firm muscles that define every dip and curve of her body. I cup her breast, kneading the tender flesh, and she moans in response, a deep throaty sound that speaks directly to my cock.Fucking hell. “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”
I don’t give her a chance to reply. I grab her hand and press it to my cock, wrapping her fingers around my shaft so that only the thin fabric of my gym shorts separates us.
Her eyes go wide and I stare, entranced, as she licks her lower lip, making it glisten in the soft glow of the lamp.
“That’s all you, Shorty.” I thrust into her hand, but it’s not enough. I need to be inside her. To feel that slick, wet warmth all around me. “I can’t get enough of you. I’m like a goddamn addict, waking up hard, falling asleep hard, thinking about fucking you every waking moment of every single day, and there’s nothing I won’t do to get my next hit.”
“Take off your shorts.”
“Did you hear what—”
“Take off. Your shorts.”
I don’t need to be told a third time.
