She was beaming up at me, the sweet curves of her face accentuating her precious beauty. She was so young, far too innocent for someone as old and seasoned as me. But I’d wasted so much of my life alone, trying to figure out why nobody felt like the right fit for me, and now here she was. Twenty years too young. I was all wrong for her in every unimportant way, and just fucking perfect in the only one that mattered.
I’d do anything for this woman. I knew that now more than ever.
She didn’t just make me want things, she made me want everything. With her.
As we rode home from the taco stand, my future became clearer and clearer.
By the time I was helping her out of my car and guiding her, hand at her back, up her walkway, my plan was formulating. I’d start by reaching out to a few people in the morning, but right now, my focus was her.
I traced her lips with the pad of my thumb before dotting a kiss at the corner. She melted against my form easily, our bodies fitting tight like a glove as our kiss deepened, my tongue sweeping past the plump seam.
Soft little mewls emanated from her lips as her fingers clung to my shirt sleeves, her hips working against mine in sweet little circles.
Hell, I was so far from perfect, but here she was, perfect for me. “Precious Kitty Cat, there’s been a you-shaped hole in my heart all these years. I just never realized it until now.”
Chapter 5
Catherine
The next morning I woke with a smile plastered across my face. If my life was a movie, an amazing, fun, summer song would be blaring as I started my day. I’d never been as happy in my entire life and it was all because of Parker. I was a leading lady in a romantic comedy and I had just managed to snag my dream man. I felt like I was floating on air. I never thought I could have such strong feelings for anyone. But Parker made me feel like I could have it all with him. The more I got to know about the man, the more I fell…and fell hard. He was absolutely perfect, almost as if I’d imagined him into existence.
My fingers mindlessly traced my lips, almost feeling his presence still there. Parker Knowles had set a spell on me and I never wanted it to break. I looked over at my phone and saw that I already had a text from him.
PARKER : Good Morning, Baby Girl. How about you come over for some lunch today? I can show you my mad cooking skills.
I smiled reading his message. He was such a sweet, thoughtful man. I thought that maybe this would be a thirst, a way for me to lose my virginity to an experienced silver fox. But the more I got to know Parker, the more I wanted him, craved him. He just kept surprising me in the best possible ways.
ME: I’d love to. I’ll be there in an hour? It’s probably too early for lunch, but a dip in the pool and a soak in your hot tub should help pass the time. ;)
PARKER: Sounds good. I can’t wait.
I couldn’t wait either. I wanted him to see me in a bikini. Normally, I avoided them, not really happy with how my body looked in them. But Parker seemed to love every perfectly imperfect inch of me and that made me want to show off my body.
After my shower, I threw on tight cut-off denim shorts and a halter-style, spaghetti-strap tank top. I assessed myself in the mirror and liked that my cleavage looked out of sight. I liked my body, and the fact that Parker appreciated my curves made me feel that much better about the way that I looked.
When I rang Parker’s doorbell, he answered wearing a pair of board shorts and a white t-shirt.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?” He stepped towards me, pulling me into his arms. “Come here, beautiful.” He tipped me back, causing me to lose balance, but his strong arms held me up. He kissed my lips and I could taste both salt and sugar on his silky soft tongue. When he finally broke the kiss, he just held me in place, staring at me. I loved the way his eyes fell on me. I felt desirable. I felt sexy. It was very empowering to have Parker Knowles notice you.
“A girl can get used to being greeted like that.”
“Well, this guy will never get enough of your sexy, sweet lips,” he said, before kissing me again, and steadying me on my feet. “Can I get you something to drink?” He asked, walking us towards the back of his house, the whole time never letting go of my hand. I glanced down at our linked hands, and couldn’t help thinking how perfect they looked, our fingers laced together lovingly.