Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 183(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
“I wasn’t sure what to expect. It was so weird. One minute we’re completely fine, then the next a woman is calling out for you. I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions.” I close my eyes for a second, trying to gather my wits.
“You’ve got not one single fucking thing to apologize for. You don’t think if roles were reversed, I’d be thinking the same thing?” He dips his head, licking his lips as he does, and I think I’m finally about to feel what his mouth can do to mine.
“Parker! I’m heading to Ezra’s. Call me later, and for goodness sake, next time, I’m meeting Vanessa!” I giggle.
“Fucking finally. I’m going to kiss you now, then I’m going to show you exactly what I wanted to do with you had you taken a shower with me.” He kisses me. No, scratch that, Parker Hudson takes me, effortless coaxing my lips to open, tongue sliding inside, and controls our first kiss. Nearly five days later, after sleeping together this whole week, I finally get what I wanted, and it was well worth the wait.
SIXTEEN
Parker
One taste of her lips, and I’m fucking consumed, ready to get on my knees, rip her panties off, and take from her. Nessa’s scent invades my senses, begging me to taste her, which is exactly what I’m going to do. “Up, babe. Taking you to bed,” I mutter against her lips. “Don’t fight it. I’m not weak. If it gets too much, I’ll tell you.” Vanessa was gearing up to challenge me, but I’m shutting that shit down. I cup both cheeks of her ass, fingertips sliding beneath the shorts that make her ass look that much more amazing, squeezing and pulling her closer towards my aching cock.
“Parker.” I’m unamused at the thought of letting her mouth go. We’ll be lucky to make it up the flight of stairs and to my bedroom before I taste more than her lips.
“Fuck, the way you say my name in that breathless tone, Nessa. It only makes me want you more.” My hands pull her closer, allowing her to feel my length pressed against her pussy. The thin fabric covering her center would be no match to me ripping them off her body. A quick tug on my own fabric, and my cock could slide right in, especially with how wet she is. The heat on the tips of my fingers as I move them inward, spreading the cheeks of her ass to get as close as possible, attests to that.
“Hurry.” Her fingers tug at the strands of my hair at the nape of my neck. Good thing she’s as desperate for me as I am for her.
“Almost there.” I can see the door to my room, almost cursing the fact that so many stairs are involved. The only good thing about this equation is that every step and jostle gives both of us a tease of what it would feel like if she were flat on her back or pressed against a wall, my cock sliding through her slick folds, making sure it works her clit as her wetness coats my length.
“Shirt off.” We’re finally inside my room. My legs meet the edge of the bed, which is still a rumbled mess from us waking up. Shit was hitting the fan, and I can’t believe I fucked up and didn’t tell anyone Nessa would be staying with me. What happened is a sign to take my keys back from Ezra because this has his name written all over it. He likes to conspire with Mom to make my life harder.
“Pants off,” Vanessa responds as I toss her onto the bed, watching as she bounces and lets out a giggle. It doesn’t take her but a split second to get up on her knees with little to no effort, hands closing around the hem of my shirt she’s wearing, slowly sliding it up one delicious inch at a time.
“I wasn’t looking to fuck you today, Vanessa. I take them off, I can’t guarantee that won’t happen.” She doesn’t seem to mind, not when the slow seduction she is currently tempting me with comes to an end, and she whips the cotton shirt over her head, allowing me to take in her beauty. A blush hits her cheeks, not from embarrassment or shyness. Oh no, Vanessa is full of pent-up desire.
“You act like I’m not the one who has all but thrown herself at you. That first night should have given you that inclination.” She arches an eyebrow. All bets are off now. My eyes take in the rest of her body, not that I haven’t looked. Believe me, I have. I’ve also felt her, the way she doesn’t have a single fucking problem not wearing a bra, her nipples tightening anytime I so much as brush my hand against her heated skin.