intimately, to taste skin, to feel flesh rippling with fire. He’d forgotten the intensity of the heat. The few times he’d sought release had been quick couplings without emotional connection. He’d forgotten what it meant to make love with someone. He’d forgotten the soul-healing pleasure of intimacy.
He wanted to bury himself inside her and explode into waiting feminine warmth. But more than that, he wanted to bring Erin to the edge of sanity, then watch her fall off the other side. He wanted her shaking and frantic, out of control.
To that end, he moved his fingers around her leg and up inside her shorts. He sought and found the elastic edge of her panties, then slipped inside. He could feel her need beckoning him.
Moist heat engulfed him. Slick female flesh promised paradise. He explored her, the tender folds, the damp curls, the tight passage that would lead him to ecstasy. He dipped inside of her, fitting first one finger, then two. She spread her knees wider. Her hands clutched his head, holding him against her breasts. Then he slid up until he found the tiny place of pleasure.
With the first stroke of his fingertip, a shudder racked her body. He felt an answering echo down to his groin. He pulled his hand free, grabbed her by the waist and drew her down onto the bed. Her wide hazel eyes watched his every move. Her mouth was parted, as if she was having trouble catching her breath. In the lamplight, her skin glowed. He wanted to cup her breasts and sup on them again, he wanted to love every inch of her with his mouth. But first he had to get the rest of her clothes off.
He made quick work of her shorts and panties. When she was naked before him, he stared at her, at the beauty inherent in the female body. He touched her shoulders, her slender arms, the indentation of her waist and the swell of her hips. He followed a path to the red-tinted curls guarding her feminine secrets, then dipped down to touch her.
Instantly she parted her legs for him. He bent over and pressed a kiss to her belly. His fingertips found that magical spot and slowly began to caress it. The nub swelled under his gentle assault. Her legs spread more and her muscles trembled. Her breathing came in quick panting gasps.
He stretched out, supporting himself on one elbow. He could see the color climbing her chest to her face. Her pupils dilated, her hands clutched at the bedspread. His own need swelled to the point of explosion, but he ignored the pressure. He ignored everything but her pleasure.
Her hips arched against his touch. As he felt her gather herself for that final pinnacle he reached down and drew her nipple into his mouth. He gently nibbled the taut peak. She groaned. He moved his fingers faster, circling around, brushing over, teasing her into mindlessness. He raised his head so he could watch her.
Her body stiffened. Her eyes closed, her mouth parted, but she didn’t breathe. Then a great shudder swept over her. Beneath his fingers, muscles contracted and released. She clung to the bedspread and trembled uncontrollably. The flush on her chest and face deepened.
Slowly he circled around that most sensitive place. When the shaking stopped, he drew his hand up her belly. Her skin rippled everywhere he touched. He cupped her breasts, then dropped a kiss on her mouth. When he raised his head, she smiled at him.
“Not bad,” she murmured, smiling.
“I could tell.”
She blinked as if bringing him into focus. “I think it must be working with the mouse,” she said.
He nipped her earlobe. “What are you talking about?”
She turned toward him and pulled him close. They pressed together from shoulder to ankle. Their legs tangled. She smelled of sweet perfume and musky sex. He wanted to devour her. He settled on a couple of deep kisses that left her sighing.
“The computer mouse,” she said, kissing his cheek, then his jaw. “All that eye-hand coordination you do every day. That’s why you’re so good at this.”
He rolled on his back and laughed. “I knew all that time at the keyboard had to be good for something.”
Erin stared down at him. Dark hair flopped across his forehead. He was handsome enough to take her breath away. Actually her breathing was still a little shaky from her recent release. She’d heard about the earth moving before, but hadn’t had the pleasure of experiencing it herself. But with Parker, she’d felt a definite tilt in the universe.
“It was very good,” she said, and straddled his hips.
She shifted until her damp center rested on his erection. He groaned softly.
“Keep that up much longer and you’re going to make me embarrass myself,” he said.
“Good.”
She tugged his shirt free of his shorts and pulled it up a few inches. The exposed band of flesh was tanned, muscled and covered with a firm layer of muscle.
“Impressive,” she said and touched him. She slid her hands up under the shirt. “Maybe you could take this off.”
“No problem.” He half sat up and pulled his shirt over his head. It went sailing across the room.
He was as broad and strong as she’d imagined him to be. The pattern of hair began below his shoulders and tapered down to a dark narrow line that disappeared into his shorts. She bent over him. As she touched his mouth, his hands cupped her breasts.
She sought entrance between his lips. He parted for her. Tongues circled. His fingers did the same on her nipples. She brushed him once, his fingers repeated the action. It was unbearably erotic. As she did to him, he did to her. Heat spiraled between them. She rocked against his hardness, the stroking bringing her back to readiness.
Her skin was on fire. Every nerve ending quivered in anticipation of the release to come again. She wanted him, she needed him. All of him.
She broke the kiss and pressed her mouth against his neck. He tasted faintly salty. She bit his shoulder, then traced a damp line through his dark curls until she found his nipples. She circled them until Parker was the one having trouble catching his breath. His hands grabbed her hips and he urged her to rock faster against him. Faster and faster until she was ready to explode again.
He sucked in a breath then held her still. She looked at him. His face was taut, an obvious battle for control waged in his eyes.
“I don’t mind,” she said.
“I do.” He ground out the words between clenched teeth. “I want to be inside you.”
Her body tensed with pleasure at the image his words invoked.
“Yes,” she said, sliding off him and onto her knees.
He sat up and pulled off his shorts and briefs, then he reached for a drawer on the nightstand. He paused and half turned toward her. “We need to use protection.”
“Oh.” Erin shook her head. “Oh, my. You’re right. I haven’t-” She cleared her throat. “There haven’t been many-”
He leaned over and touched her cheek. Dark eyes softened with understanding. “Yeah, Erin. Me, too. Fortunately for both of us, Kiki is an optimist. She’s been trying to get me interested in one of her friends for years. I never was, but she supplied protection, just in case.”
Erin figured this could have been more embarrassing, she just wasn’t sure how. “Great.”
He pulled open the dresser drawer and drew out a box about half the size of a loaf of bread. They both stared at it. She wasn’t sure what she’d been expecting. Something small and discreet. Maybe a little box with two or three condoms inside. The one Parker had set down between them could hold enough protection for an entire football team.
“I’m going to be really sore,” she said without thinking.
He grinned at her. “If
The shared laughter made her feel better. He opened the top. “I don’t believe it.”
She leaned over to see what he was looking at. A strangled half gasp, half laugh caught in her throat. There were a rainbow colored assortment of fluorescent condoms. Purple, green, orange, yellow.
Parker gingerly picked one up. “They even glow in the dark.”
“Let’s turn the lights out and see,” she said, then clamped her hand over her mouth.
He looked at her, his expression unreadable.
“Sorry,” she said, trying to hold back a bubble of laughter. It escaped.
