Chapter Three
Parker
Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I try to breathe.
Feeling her close to me has stolen my breath and wrecked my unrivaled focus. I want to touch her. Want to slide my hand up that slit in her skirt and feel her silky skin. Find out what is beneath her panties and if she is as turned on as I am. By the way she is breathing, she is. Not to mention how close she presses that sweet curvy body against mine.
“Perri,” I whisper, gripping her hip to haul her closer, “where did you come from?”
Her laugh sounds again, and I grin, so affected by that laugh I can't help it. Her hand presses to my chest, brightly red painted nails tracing the badges and naval signs on my uniform. When she presses against me as if we have known each other all our lives, tilting her head back, I am dumbstruck.
“From my mama,” she teases, laughing softly before she sobers, “I came home today after trying—but failing miserably—to live on my own. I am so embarrassed. Pissed off, too. Mother never told me she was seeing someone, let alone about to get married. They got married, Parker! Wait...do you know my mother?” she rambles on as I stand there holding her close.
“No, I never knew the Commander was seeing someone. No one knew he got married. Don’t be embarrassed about coming home. I am damn glad you did,” I admit openly, watching her bright eyes flicker hotly.
“Me too,” she whispers as if it is our little secret and I want it to be.
Nothing has ever hit me like this. It is as powerful as a pulling mach. I can barely breathe, and I am so turned on I cannot think straight. Don’t need to know more than her name to know she is about to become important to me. Knew it the moment I laid eyes on her. I may not be a man worthy of much, but I will do whatever it takes to be worthy of her.
Taking her hand, I lead her down the steps, heading towards the parking lot. This time of day the base is teeming with people reporting for duty or running perimeter checks. I want to get her away from here. I want to get her all to myself. Get her somewhere I can find out everything about her and find out how to be what she needs me to be.
Once we get to the parking lot, I let out a curse. I drove my motorcycle today because it is a beautiful day. As much as the idea of her riding on the back of it holding onto me turns me on, I rather not load her on it in that sexy little dress. When I hesitate, kicking the back tire, she lets out another of those laughs and throws one long leg over the back of it, hoisting herself up.
“Come on, Bird,” she taunts me, planting her hands on the seat between her spread legs, “your commander gave you orders. Take me places.”
Fuck I am in trouble. I want to take her places alright. Back to my place and to my bed where I want to lock her up and keep her hidden away. There is something so sensual about those eyes of hers, the way they look at me as if she knows everything I could ever want. Maybe she does—because suddenly she is all I could ever want.
“You going to be trouble for me, pet?” my voice rumbles out.
“Do I look to be trouble, Parker?” her eyes go hot as they gaze up at me and I groan.
“Right now, yeah, sweets, you do,” I shoot back, reaching out to brush my fingertips over her cheek. God, she’s beautiful. Sunkissed skin glows in the warm sunlight and I can’t help myself but let my fingers trail down her throat. I feel her intake of breath and the way her pulse races. Good. That means she feels this too and I'm not in this alone.
“Never been called trouble before,” she teases me, smiling bright and beautiful as she tilts her head to my touch, “I bet you have been called that before. Because you definitely look like trouble.”
“Oh, I can be. Not for you, pet,” I assure her, moving closer as I watch her mouth, the urge to kiss it until neither of us can breathe taking over me.
As I dip my head to take that sassy mouth, the piercing sound of a jet taking off makes us jump. A sound I have heard a million times and never ever surprises me. I am so fixated on her I feel in a daze. Shaking my head, I take a step back, giving us both a moment to breathe. I rub my thumb over her full, red mouth, savoring the sexy sound she gives me.
Climbing on to the bike, I settle in front of her. I have to catch my breath as she moves close to press against my back. Dropping my hands, I grip both her thighs, letting my hands slid slowly up the softness of her. My cock punches angrily against my zipper when her breath tickles the back of my neck. Lifting her thighs, I arrange them to bracket my own. Taking her hands in mine, I wrap her arms around my waist, grinning like a fool as I feel her rub herself against my back, a sexy little moan coming from her.
“Hold on tight,” I call back to her, “don’t let go. Cannot have something happen to you.” I mean that more than she can know, more than I can possibly understand myself.
“I won’t let go,” she presses the words against my ear, and I shudder, “I promise, Parker.”
Jesus, fuck.Yeah, I am in trouble.
As the bike rumbles to life beneath us, I feel her gasp. Lord those sounds of hers will be the death of me. I want them all. Her laughter, those surprised gasps, and her moans of pleasure, I want it all. Sliding my shades on, I hit the throttle and push off, pulling swiftly from the lot.
Without asking where she needs to go, I take her through Hope Springs, going down every single street and back again. Perri holds me tight, laughing when I take a turn too sharp or rev the engine underneath bridges. One of my hands falls to hers laced over my abdomen and when she lifts her fingers to tangle them with mine, my heart lurches in my chest.
“Ought to ask you where you need to go,” I call back over the roar of the motorcycle when the sun starts to dip in the sky.
“Hmm? Wherever you want to take me,” she hums, her lips moving against my throat and making me swerve a bit.
Thinking better of taking her up on that, I head downtown. Commander said she needed things to settle in at his place. I find myself resenting the very idea. I much rather take her to my place and let her settle in there. Just thinking of coming home to her does something funny to me and I swerve again. Behind me, she lets out a laugh and her arms tighten around me so I take a turn just so she holds me longer.
When I pull into a parking lot in the center of town, close to all the shops she could possibly need, I hesitate to turn off the bike. I don’t want the ride to end. I don’t want her to let go of me. Neither does she, I find out. Her hands tighten on me, her body rubbing against mine. I grip her thigh again, lifting it high, almost letting it wrap around me.