He crossed his arms over his chest and patiently waited for an answer. “You weren’t what?”
“It wasn’t an invitation,” I finished.
“Oh,” he nodded. “Well, that’s cool. If you change your mind, you know where I am.”
He opened the door to his room and walked through as if he didn’t give a shit whether or not I followed. As if he didn’t feel the same sexual tension that I did. Didn’t he care at all about what happened between us? I mean, I knew it was just sex, but it was explosive sex that left me needing more like my life depended on it. I was half pissed and half turned on. And to make matters worse, I couldn’t decide what I wanted.
Grunting my frustrations, I spun and headed into my room, slamming the door behind me. Someone had gone and collected my things from Lindsey’s bed and breakfast and stashed them in here. Everything was neatly organized in my bag, as if I hadn’t touched it at all since I packed it.
I went and took a shower, determined to scrub Parker from my memory, but once I got in the shower, all I could think about were Parker’s hands on me. It was stupid. We hadn’t even really had anything between us last night. It was hard and fast, and there was hardly a chance to even find out what each other liked in bed. I sort of figured that he liked to be in control, based on the way he slammed me up against the wall. Then again, that could have been passion. I also knew that he really liked to take his women hard.
I scrubbed at my hair, irritated that I was even replaying the events of last night when I should be thinking about getting some sleep so I could figure out where I went from here. I could help Knight with this case, but then what would happen to me? Maybe I could take some time off to fuck Parker.
I grunted and slammed the water off, then snatched a towel off the towel bar and stomped toward my door. This was so irritating. There was no way I was going to get Parker out of my head by taking a shower. He said if I wanted him, I knew where he was. Maybe I just needed to see if I could work him out of my system. I stormed down the hall to his door and knocked twice before flinging his door open. I heard the shower running and walked straight in, not bothering to ask if I was welcome.
When I slid the curtain back and saw his well-defined back, my anger leached out of me and desire took the front seat. “Holy shit.”
“Come for another round, little hellion? I see you already got started on your shower,” he said, nodding to the shampoo dripping from my hair.
I was speechless as I stood in front of him. I wanted him so bad and my nipples were agreeing with me wholeheartedly. His eyes darkened as they trailed down my body, searing through me and lighting me on fire. I moaned as he gripped his cock, watching in horror as it thickened to an uncomfortable size. Second thoughts drifted through me momentarily as I considered whether or not taking him was really a good idea. His fingers slipped into the top of my towel where I had placed the knot and slowly undid it. I could have grabbed onto it. I should have stopped him. Instead, I stood there as my towel slipped from around my breasts and fell to the floor.
I stood naked in front of him as he resumed stroking his monstrous cock. I bit my lip as he picked up speed. My heart rate kicked into high gear as my vagina started pulsing with need. Oh, God. My vagina was going to have a heart attack. I took a step forward, thinking maybe I would get just a little closer, but the minute I moved my foot, his hand fisted my hair and dragged me into the shower with him. He crushed his lips to mine and slipped his tongue inside. His cock pressed against my stomach, begging to find my vagina. Oh, God. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out.
He spun me around and shoved me up against the wall. The spray from the water drenched my hair, sending bubbles slipping down my skin. His rough hands gripped my hips as he rocked against me, and then trailed up, just barely brushing against my breasts. I ached for him to touch them, grab them, do something to ease the ache I felt inside. His mouth slid to my throat and his teeth scraped down my neck, leaving a hot trail behind from his tongue. I was on the verge of combusting.
“Do you want my cock?” he whispered against my throat, licking me lightly as his thumb finally touched my nipple. It was just a graze, but it sent electric zaps through my system, short-circuiting my brain. I pushed my chest out, hoping to get just one more touch from him.
He slid his thumb lightly over my nipple again, brushing it back and forth and fucking grinning at me when I moaned like a whore. What was this man turning me into? He leaned in, kissing my throat and chuckling at the fact that he was playing my body like a fiddle. The vibrations from his voice sent my vagina into overload, and when he squeezed my nipple slightly, I started coming hard and praising God for giving me a man who knew how to play my body.
As my body crashed hard from my orgasm and my
