I looked closer at the pretty sparkles and, sure enough, little A glitters were mixed in among the regular flecks of pink.
“Avery!” Parker growled. “Of course, he would do something like this!”
I fought a losing battle against the sparkles. It was everywhere, in my hair, my clothing.
“I’ll get him back for this,” Parker muttered, helping me to my feet to shake some of the glitter off.
“I don’t think mine was this bad.” I chuckled.
Now that I wasn’t distracted by Parker’s mouth, I could snoop in his room. It was truly a reflection of him.
No fuss, no muss.
Direct, clean—minus the new glittery additions—and something about it screamed of quiet wealth.
“Cleaning this up should be easier than cleaning the car. The glitter was in theair vents, Clover. At least this gives me an excuse to rip up this carpet and put some hardwood down.”
I resisted the urge to laugh at the mention ofhardwood.
Parker tried to sound pissed, but the corner of his mouth lifted. For a moment, we stared at each other in that shocked, “what now?” kind of way, but then the two of us burst into hysterical laughter.
I’d never heard Parker laugh before, and I liked it.
He brushed his thumb over my cheek, looking at me like he’d never seen me before. I wasn’t prepared for the curious tenderness in his eyes or for the zing of pleasure from his thumb to my clit when he traced my lips. “You’re sure you want this?”
I nodded slowly, reaching for the buttons of his shirt so I could undo them one by one. Delicious tension built until I reached the last one and Parker shrugged the shirt off, revealing a gorgeous expanse of freckles.
“You’re sparkly,” he said plainly.
“You’re one to talk.”
He dragged off several layers of his bedding until there was a relatively glitter-free space for us. I wriggled out of my sundress, and he slid his pants down so we didn’t carry the glitter onto the rest of the bedding.
My skin was already burning, the desire I felt for Parker—as much as he’d been such an ass before—mounting nonstop. He had tried so hard to be nice to me, to win me over, and I could tell. Maybe he really meant it.
Our lips met again. Parker gripped my hips, pulling me closer, and then we were moving backward. My knees hit the end of the mattress, and Parker lowered me onto it, towering over me as his kisses worked over my chin and then down to my chest. Everywhere he touched me was like a burning fire in my blood. Regardless of what we might have been fighting about before, all I could think about now was how badly I wanted this alpha to ravage me.
Blood humming with need, I arched up against Parker’s mouth. He kissed the swell of my breast over my bra cup. Part of me wanted to draw things out, to see if I could translate him eating chocolate from my fingertips to something more salacious, but now that I was half-naked in his bed, my patience had deserted me.
“Hurry up,” I gasped as he tugged down the cup and sucked my nipple into his mouth. A quick nip from him had me gasping again.
“Impatient?” He looked entirely too pleased with himself when he said those syllables.
Slick was already soaking into my panties, but that was nothing compared to what happened when I watched Parker strip.
None of the alphas in this house were lacking when it came to musculature carved from stone or packing a punch below the belt, and Parker? He waspacking.
Not only that, but it was glinting in the dim light of his room.
“Parker, is that a fuckingPrince Albert piercing?”
“A little gift from my time in a fraternity. Hazing is no joke. Have you played with someone pierced before?”
I shook my head.
“Think you’re up for it?”
I wasn’t one to back down from a challenge. Though I hadn’t played with anyone sporting hardware, I was curious to see howit improved things. “I’m always up for it. Show me what you’ve got.”
