He’s right. I know it down to my toenails, which are currently painted a shade of blue called Midnight Kiss—Go Wildcats!—so why am I defending our screwed-up family dynamic?
Because you’re too much of a coward to face it head-on.
Coño. I hate it when my subconscious is smarter and more evolved than I am.
“No one deserves to be treated like an afterthought. Especially you.”
“Especially me?” More like, even me.
“A smart, strong, talented woman with independence for days.”
I laugh in spite of myself. “I seem to recall you weren’t such a fan of my independence when we first met.”
“Let’s just say I’ve seen the error of my ways.”
“Have you now?” I scoop up the rose vibrator from where I dropped it on the bed. “Took you long enough.”
That earns me another quiet laugh. “You can’t rush perfection.”
“Did you just deem yourself perfect?” I arch a brow, though he can’t see it. “Someone’s getting cocky.”
“Speaking of cocks…”
A giant grin splits my face. “Real smooth, Parker.”
“I try.” He pauses and my core tightens, the tension between us blazing like wildfire. “Tell me what you’re wearing, Shorty.”
Mierda.We’re really doing this.
I glance down at my Wildcat tee and gym shorts. So not sexy.
“I’m wearing a black lace thong and matching bra.”
That, at least, is true.
He growls appreciatively and I shimmy out of my shorts.
“Are you in bed?”
“Yes.”
“Damn.” There’s a hungry edge to his voice and when he speaks again, the words are barely a rasp. “I wish I could be there to see you laid out before me like a goddamn offering. All that silky skin just waiting for my mouth.”
Arousal pools between my legs. “And what would you do with that filthy mouth of yours?”
As if I don’t already know.
“You know exactly what I’d do. I’d lick every inch of your gorgeous body, starting with the sliver of skin just behind your ear. It’s so fucking sensitive you’d arch beneath me on contact, your breasts pressed to my bare chest, our hot flesh sealed together just the way we like it.”Yes. My pulse quickens, my breaths coming faster with each delicious scene he paints. “My mouth is watering just thinking about it.”
Mine, too. I switch the phone to speaker and lay it on the nightstand.
“Then I’d work my way down to your breasts, licking and sucking those perfect tits until I took your nipple between my teeth, biting down so hard you’d see stars. Christ, I love the feel of your body beneath me. Love parting those powerful thighs to admire your pussy.” He exhales, and, from the sound of it, he’s fighting for control as I spread my legs and slide my hand down the front of my panties. “Are you wet, Shorty?”
“So wet.” I drag a finger up my center and slowly circle my clit, a quiet sigh escaping as I give myself over to the sensation.
“That’s right. I want to hear you.” The line goes silent except for the slow metallic drag of a zipper. “Don’t you dare hold back. I want every moan. Every whimper. Every gasp of pleasure.”
“They’re all for you, Devin.” I couldn’t hold back, even if I wanted to.
