She unlocks the door and tries to snatch her bra out of my hand, but I don’t let it go. The scent of her peach shampoo washes over me and I’m hit full force with her fiery temper. I wedge my body in the door before she can slam it in my face.
“Parker, stop. You really thought I was ashamed of sleeping with you?”
She stops pulling on the bra and straightens her shoulders, her eyebrows drawing together. “You said—”
“Jesus, Freckles. I just wanted to keep you to myself for a bit. My sisters are nosy as fuck and everyone has an opinion about everything. I wanted a chance to show you how good this could be before they got involved.”
Parker leans sideways, looking over my shoulder. She presses her lips together as she looks back at me, a tiny smile pulling at the edges of her face. My sisters are watching from across the street. I just know it.
“How many of them?” I ask.
“All three,” she answers sheepishly.
Closing my eyes, I nod. “That sounds about right.” I let go of the bra and hold her face in both hands so she’s looking into my eyes. I need her to hear this.
“Listen Parker, I want to be with you and as long as you can take the crazy of my family, I don’t care who knows. You weren’t making last night into more than it was. The entire night with you was incredible. And I don’t just mean the sex even though that was… Jesus.”
Parker blushes more deeply, the color rising in her cheeks as I step closer and lean down to whisper in her ear.
“I barely got a taste of you last night.” Stroking my fingers down the sides of her throat, I bite her earlobe, enjoying the way she shivers and leans into my touch. “And if you think I’d let you go that easily, I’ll have to show you how persistent I can be. Tell me you want more, Parker. Say yes,” I growl quietly.
Parker makes a little whimpering sound in the back of her throat and grabs a fistful of my shirt. “Ok. I mean, yes. Just come inside,” she says breathlessly.
“Yes ma’am,” I say with a smirk, letting her pull me across the threshold. Slipping my hand into her hair, I grip the back of her neck and kiss her. Her lips part for me, her tongue teasing mine. Blood roars in my ears as I slam the door behind me, turning the lock. I steer her to the back corner of the shop, hidden behind a bookshelf and out of sight of the windows. Gathering Parker’s wrists in one hand, I lift them over her head, pinning her to the wall. She arches her back, her breasts making a bid for freedom from the cherry sundress.
Parker’s kisses turn frantic, her breathing shallow pants. “I’m sorry I ran off,” she says, her lips brushing mine. “I’m so sorry, you just— you hit a nerve when you said you wanted to keep it a secret. I couldn’t face you.”
“Shh… it’s ok, baby. But if you run off again, I’m going to spank your ass. You know that, right?” I say, pressing a thigh between her legs and slipping a hand under the skirt of her dress to give her ass a little smack. I’m expecting the yelp of surprise, but the way she moans and grinds on my thigh sets my blood on fire.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I growl, holding her jaw in my hand so I can watch the desire flair in her eyes. “I love it when you grind on me like that. You like it when I’m rough with you?”
Parker’s eyes light up and she nods.
“Say it, baby. I like it when those sweet little lips ask for filthy things.”
She licks her lips, her breath coming in excited pants. “I like it when you’re rough,” she breathes.
“You like it when I’m in charge?” I lower myself to whisper in her ear, slipping a finger under the waistband of her panties and running it around her hip before snapping it softly.
“Yes!” she gasps, grinding on my thigh harder.
“Good, because you make me fucking crazy, Parker, and I don’t want to hold back.”
“Then don’t,” she pants, rolling her hips against me again. Slipping my hand under her panties, I dip a finger into her folds. A feral sound rips its way out of my throat. She’s not just wet for me. She’s slippery and hot when my fingers spread her lips, her clit a swollen bud just begging to be stroked. My cock is throbbing in my jeans, desperate to sink into her warmth. I run my fingers around the edges of that little pearl. Parker is panting with need, squirming on my thigh.
“You need more?” I ask, biting my way down her neck.
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Is that sweet little pussy empty and aching for me?” I gently grasp the sides of her bud, loving her gasping moan for more.
“I’m going to bend you over, pull those soaking wet panties to the side, and fuck you until you can’t stand anymore. Is that what you want?”
Rolling my fingers around her clit elicits a wailing, “Yes, oh my God. Yes!”
“Good girl,” I growl, pulling my hand out of her panties and releasing her wrists. Spinning her around so her hands hit the wall, I run my hand down her spine, admiring the curve of her hips before gripping them and pulling her ass towards me. Her back arches, giving me what I want. I’m shaking with need. I can hear my pulse in my ears, pounding so hard it’s deafening. It’s torture not being inside her.
Running a hand up the back of her thighs, I grasp the hem of her dress, tossing it up over her back. White cotton panties cover her heart-shaped ass, and it’s all I can do not to bite through my lip. I rub a hand over her backside. The lights are off but the morning light is filtering through the bookshop windows and it’s just enough to appreciate the way she’s soaked through those innocent-looking panties.