She shook her head. “I would never.”
“I lo—” I cleared my throat and set a palm over herbare thigh, erasing the word I was about to say from my vocabulary. “I like your body because I like you, Parker. It’s not one or the other. And these marks?” I squeezed her leg before climbing onto the bed and situating myself between her legs. “I’m obsessed with them because they’re you.”
I couldn’t help myself—not even herno kissingrule could stop me—as I dragged my tongue along her inner thigh. Her little gasp, combined with the squirm of her body, had me pressing a hand to her belly on instinct to hold her in place. For the briefest moment, I froze. And then the feral need to make Parker feel like she was caught in the goddamn clouds took over, and my other hand moved. Two fingers slid inside her, and she arched her back. I looked up to find her mouth parted while she watched me.
“Can I kiss you here?” I murmured, flattening my tongue against her pussy.
She hurriedly nodded, a breathy “yes” slipping out.
“What about here?” I circled her entrance.
Another desperate nod. “Yes. God,please.”
“And here?” I finally brought the pad of my tongue to her clit, and she arched farther toward me.
“Beckham.”
“Yes, Parker?”
“Just fucking touch me already.”
The corner of my mouth twitched with a smile knowing Parker Summerhill was begging for me. Almost ten years later, this hadn’t changed.
“If you insist.” My lips pressed to her clit and I suckedthe bundle into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. She moaned louder this time, hands gripping the sheets before she brought them to my head and weaved her fingers into my hair.
“Your mustache—” she choked out.
I popped my mouth off her clit. “What about it, Park?”
Her head was resting back, her eyes closed like she was in heaven. “It feels so fucking good on my skin.”
“You should have told me sooner.” I lowered my mouth to her again, tongue dragging along her pussy before I found her entrance. I spit on her, and the gasp it elicited blended with her next moan.
I sat up on my knees, her hands skating down my chest, nails leaving marks behind. My fingers never left her, and I watched as she writhed because of my touch. I rooted myself in this moment and swore to never forget it as I watched her fingers tangle in the sheets, tugging and threatening to tear the fabric.
I slid two fingers in and out of her at a steady pace, knowing it was making her ache for more. Even when she came, I didn’t think I’d be able to stop. Touching Parker was addicting, and forcing myself to part from her would be punishing.
“Beckham,”she pleaded.
I’d missed my name coming out of those pretty lips like she couldn’t get enough of me.
I quickened my pace and added a third finger, dropping my gaze to watch as I fucked her with my hand. She was so fucking wet, her pussy glistening in the goldlight of the bedside lamp. I crooked the ends of my fingers in a beckoning motion, and she arched her back farther.
“You still like that,” I murmured, a bead of sweat sliding down my forehead. I wasn’t overextending myself in any way, butfuck, she made me hot.
“Yes,” she panted.
I shoved in as far as I could, bending my fingers farther, and stroked that sweet spot deep inside her. The moan that erupted out of her was enough to havemegoing over the edge.
I shifted, my dick rubbing against the stretched fabric of my sweats. My hand shot out to the mattress to hold myself up. Parker hadn’t noticed, not with her eyes shut.
“Look at me.”
Her lids flew open and she met my heavy gaze. I shifted my hand, pressing the pad of my thumb to her clit.
That crease in her forehead deepened, her mouth parting farther. My other hand moved to grip her thigh, needing her to ground me before I lost it.
In seconds, she was clenching around me and throwing her head back. The sight of her was intoxicating, and when I shifted forward again, I knew there was no stopping it. Not with Parker unraveling because of me.
