I only wanted the invisible line between us to disappear.
For her to give in like I wanted to.
What were we waiting for? Parker and I were writtenin the goddamn stars, and here she was sleeping in an entirely separate room.
That reason alone was why I was currently up for the second time tonight, refilling my reusable bottle with ice-cold water. I’d had to have chugged more than a gallon over the last couple of hours in an attempt to distract myself from the idea of barging into her room and telling her she was never leaving again.
Being in such close proximity to her earlier had not been a smart move—I could admit that. All it’d done was dig up the memory of her little gasps when I touched her body. The sight of her mouth had me remembering her lips parting when she came. The scent of her dredged up how she’d coat my sheets and old shirts for weeks.
Parker was everywhere then, and she was everywhere now.
After taking the biggest swig known to mankind and capping my water bottle, I headed back down the hall, clicking off the kitchen light on my way. My hand had just closed around the knob on my bedroom door when I paused at the sound coming from behind Parker’s door.
A gasp echoed in the still night, causing me to set my bottle on the floor and cross the hall. I leaned an ear against her door—to make sure she was okay, of course—and waited. Seconds later, another gasp, this one louder and a bit quicker.
Without thinking, I tried the handle, and when it turned, I shoved open the door. My feet moved three steps before I stopped. And nearly fell.
Parker shot up in bed, the blanket grasped to her chest. “Beckham!”
“Are you okay? Were you having a nightmare?” My eyes scanned her for any signs of distress, and when they found her other arm was hidden beneath the blanket, I choked. “Were you…?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
My cheeks lit up like fire. “Oh.”
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from what I knew was under the blankets. Her hand, right between those legs I knew so well. Did she have a toy? Why did I want to find out?
“Do you need help?” I croaked.
Her jaw nearly unhinged itself as her eyes widened. She snapped her mouth closed before wiping the look of shock off her face.
“I think I can do this by myself.”
“Oh, I know. I’m just better at it.”
Her brows shot up.
“Don’t you remember, Park?” I asked, my voice taking on a husky, raspy edge.
Her throat bobbed on a swallow, her lashes fluttering.
The corner of my mouth hitched up. “You do.”
My feet began moving, and I nearly forgot I wasn’t wearing a shirt. My gray sweats hung low, and without the presence of underwear, I was certain my erection was no secret.
I reached the side of the bed, sliding a finger along the comforter. Parker looked at me throughhooded eyes as I wrapped my fingers around the edge.
“Do you still like being played with?”
“Beckham.” Her voice was a warning and a plea.
I began slipping the blanket over her legs, exposing her bare thighs to me. She wore an oversized T-shirt, but with what she’d been doing moments ago, the hem was up past her hips.
As soon as the blanket exposed her, her breath hitched. I think mine stopped altogether.
But I didn’t look. Not yet. Instead, I used my other hand to tip her chin up. Her lips parted as I leaned closer, all while my fingers released the comforter and slid up her smooth inner thigh.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmured.
