She cranes her head, giving me better access as she writhes beneath me. “I can’t argue with that.”
I nibble on the place where her neck meets her earlobe, knowing how sensitive that spot is. How much she loves when I trace circles there with my tongue.
“Then I say we keep enjoying this for the duration of my reservation. No need to place unrealistic expectations on each other. No need to make promises we’ll never be able to keep. Let’s just enjoy this right here. Right now. Nothing more. Okay?”
This isn’t the first time I’ve made this kind of agreement with another woman. In my experience, I’ve learned it’s best to set boundaries in the beginning. That way, there are no broken hearts or hurt feelings when it ends. And it always ends. I refuse to make a promise I can’t keep.
I know how it feels to be on the receiving end of a broken promise.
But proposing this kind of arrangement with Parker feels wrong. It leaves a sour taste in mouth.
What choice do I have? She deserves to be with someone whose world revolves around her. Who can give her everything she wants. Home. Love.
Family.
I can’t give her that.
Parker parts her lips, and I brace myself for her to turn me down. Insist she deserves more than some sort of friends-with-benefits arrangement. If we can even be considered friends. I’m not sure what to consider her.
Instead, she threads her fingers into my hair, and I arch into her touch. There’s something about her nails digging into my scalp that sets me off, desire heating my veins.
“It’s like Haley told me earlier…,” she begins in a husky voice oozing with desire.
“What’s that?”
She waggles her brows. “I better get while the getting’s good.”
“So the getting’s good?” I inch my lips back toward hers. But I don’t kiss her, a whisper separating us, driving her wild with anticipation.
It’s driving me wild, too. I’m desperate to taste her, to lose myself in her kiss yet again.
But I love seeing the effect I have on her. Love knowing I can bring her to the edge of oblivion with the mere promise of a kiss.
“So damn good,” she exhales breathlessly.
“Good answer.” I slam my lips against hers, our tongues tangling as I circle my hips against her, desperate to feel her again. It doesn’t matter that I was buried deep inside of her mere minutes ago. I need more.
I fear I always will.
My tongue traces a slow path from her mouth and down the valley of her chest. When I take her nipple between my teeth, she shudders beneath me, scraping her nails down my spine.
“Callum...,” she pleads. “I can’t. I need to get back to work.”
“I promise to make it worth your while.” I slide my hand up the inside of her thigh. When I tease her clit, she no longer seems to care about what she should do. All that matters is what she wants to do.
If anyone deserves to do what they want, to hell with anything else, it’s this woman.
“Okay,” she whimpers, moving in perfect sync with my ministrations. “One more time.”
“One more time,” I repeat as I ease inside of her.
Although, I have a feeling I’ll always need one more time with Parker Holley.
CHAPTERTWENTY-ONE
PARKER
I finally understand why rewards are so effective when training a dog.
