Parker
Iwant to believe him. I really do.
Maybe he wasn’t trying to make fun of me with the freckles thing. And I can see how maybe I misconstrued that whole bookstore encounter… but he was such a douche last night at Sally’s party. He can’t possibly expect me to be ok with the things he said.
“Ok, but the bar. What the hell was that?”
Lukas gives me a thoughtful look, his eyes searching my face. He takes a lock of my hair and curls it around his finger, playing with it as he leans closer.
“I was being an ass.”
“Why?” I whisper.
His lips brush my cheek, his beard tickles my jaw, coarse but softer than I expected. I close my eyes and lean toward him, unable to fight the pull I feel. I swear, I lose control of my muscles around this man. It’s a miracle I can keep my hands in the sand; the last vestige of neutral territory.
“Because I was mad. At him. At you. I couldn’t stand him looking at you like that. But Parker… no matter what I feel, you shouldn’t want me. You should be with someone better. I tried to fight this. I really did. You just… you make me crazy.”
His fingertips stroke along my jaw as he presses kisses along my cheek. At his touch, tingles dance through my body, every cell in my being reacting to him. I don’t pull away even though part of me, the rational, boring, self-preserving side of me, is screaming to run for the hills. This man is going to break my heart, but I don’t think I can stop myself.
Lukas lifts my chin with his fingers and thumb, pulling back to look at me. I’m frozen as those deep green eyes, filled with burning intensity, hold me.
He leans close, grazing his lips over mine, so gently I feel the electricity between us more than the physical touch. He kisses me again, pulling my bottom lip between his. My breath catches in my chest and I hesitate for a second before New Parker takes over, leaping fearlessly into the dark.
I grab a fistful of his shirt and kiss him back. A pleased, relieved sort of groan vibrates through Lukas’ chest as he teases my lip with his tongue. My lips part and his tongue sweeps into my mouth, tangling with mine. He cups my jaw, holding me close. His free hand winds around my back, his fingertips pressing into my lower back as he drags me closer in the sand.
Lukas winds his fingers through my hair while his warm hand slides over my hip and down my leg, the touch somewhere between reverent and possessive. I moan, but the sound is caught in our kiss. His fingers feel so good gripping my thigh like that. Desire like I’ve never experienced before washes through me, hot and itchy, and it makes me tremble.
Lukas pulls back, breaking the kiss and regarding me with hunger in his eyes.
“Is this okay?” he asks.
“Oh, yeah,” I reply breathlessly, pulling him close and kissing him again. I feel his smile against my lips as he pulls my thigh over his legs. I go happily, straddling him, my knees pressed into the warm sand as my chest presses against his. I wrap my arms around his neck, enjoying the solid feel of him underneath me. Lukas buries a hand in my hair as he pulls me closer, his arm around my back like an iron bar, holding me tight. He’s so big. I feel enveloped by him. Protected.
His hand in my hair tightens, holding me in place, and the sensation sends tingles down my spine. Lukas slides his other hand up under the back of my shirt. His work-roughened hands roam over my skin, caressing my spine and dragging over my ribs. He moves slowly, every touch an exploration. He cups my breast, his thumb dragging over my nipple, and even through the fabric of my bra, it feels incredible.
Need spirals up through me, quick and demanding. A moan rips its way out of my throat as I feel his hard length trapped between us. Even with the layers of clothing, his erection is hot and hard under me. When I rock against him, he growls at the friction and bites my lip gently. I wonder if he has any idea how wet I am.
My heart races at the thought of him slipping a hand inside my jeans and touching me. Oh God, I need him to slow down. Or maybe speed up? Either way, I want to rip his clothes off and feel every inch of his skin against mine. I want to run my fingers over his tattoos. I’m frantic to get closer, single-minded in my desperate need for more. I grind my hips down on him, pleasure spreading through me even as it makes the need grow bigger.
“Lukas,” I pant his name. I want more. I want everything.
“Parker,” Lukas says hoarsely, and it’s a tortured, breathless sound. He pulls my hair back, exposing my neck, and kisses his way down the column of my throat. His teeth scrape my skin, sending a shiver through my body. Lukas nips the sensitive skin at the juncture of my neck and collarbone, eliciting a moan and a fresh wave of moisture in my panties.
“Fuck,” he mutters as his hands grab my hips, holding them still. “You can’t keep that up, Parker. You’re going to make me embarrass myself.”
A little thrill runs through me as I realize what he’s saying. The thought that I could make him lose control makes me feel powerful, and now there’s nothing in this world I want more.
“Don’t smirk at me like that,” he says as his fingertips grip my hips. There’s a hint of teasing in his tone, but it’s buried under layers of growly command that, oddly enough, are doing nothing to encourage me to stop.
“So, how long do I have to sit still for?” I tease him, looking down at the sand with a smile.
Lukas winds his fingers through my hair, gripping it and angling my face back towards his.
“That depends. How long can I convince you to stay there?”