She shook her head, the movement barely there. “Beck.”
“Park.”
Goosebumps rose up her neck as I kissed that precious spot beneath her ear.
“You’re distracting me,” she whined, but it didn’t sound like the fact bothered her.
“From?” The one word was a hum as my tongue tasted her sweet skin.
“The fact that you punched a guy and threatened his life over me.”
“You’re the one who asked me to kiss you,” I reminded her, making my way down to the crook of her neck and shoulder. I cupped the back of her head, tugging her hair slightly to give me more access.
She groaned, knowing I was right.
Forcing myself to stop tasting her, I straightened, looking down at her.
“Does this mean we can kiss whenever we want now?”
She frowned, though amusement danced in her eyes. “No public displays of affection, remember?”
I glanced both ways. “Too late. We’re kind of in public. And if I remember correctly, we were in public on my parents’ porch, too.”
Her nose scrunched as she fought the smile trying to bloom. “You’re such a rule breaker, Beckham Bronson.”
“I’d break every damn one of them if it means I can have you.”
She stepped back with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “What a bad boy.”
I smirked. My dick twitched. “I can show you bad, Park. Just ask.”
She rolled her eyes, and I couldn’t help it as my gaze coasted down her body.
“You’re a tease, Parker Summerhill.”
She clasped her hands behind her back, a picture of pure innocence. But she knew what she was doing. “You always loved a chase.”
She gave me her sweetest little smile before she sauntered toward the end of the alley. Once there, she spun on her heel to face me. “Coming?”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. I’d follow that woman wherever she pleased.
I joined her, the two of us walking side by side around the building to my truck in the parking lot. It was impossible not to let my fingers brush her as I buckled her in, to keep my hand off her thigh on the way home, and for me not to kiss her goodnight before she disappeared into her bedroom.
And even more impossible not to stroke my cock to the memory of her lips on mine once I was in the privacy of my bedroom.
I was so fucking gone for her.
26
BECKHAM
Fresh snow clung to the soles of our boots, making our step into the boutique store a slippery one. My hand latched onto Parker’s arm to steady her while the two of us stomped the packed snow off onto the rug.
Christmas was a few weeks away, and both of us had neglected to do any shopping. I wished I could say it was due to Parker’s pregnancy, but really, the negligence was all on us. Partly because we couldn’t stop teasing each other until we had no choice but to bring the other to the brink of orgasm. And partly because of Parker’s worrying about, well, everything. I got the feeling that Parker thought spending money on furniture for the baby meant she was permanently in my house, and while we hadn’t discussed that in depth yet, things between us definitely seemed to be heading that direction. I couldn’t complain, though. Having Parker in my house, makingmy space her own, was a desire I didn’t know I had until I saw it with my own two eyes.
We’d driven over an hour away to a town with more choices for shopping. It was decided that we’d shop for the baby first, then get gifts for everyone else after.
“Alright, first order of business,” I started, scanning the store. “Furniture.”
