Holy hell. Demigod, indeed.
I can't tear my gaze away even if I try. It’s stubbornly glued to the beautiful boy stalking toward me. Heat unfurls in my stomach as the need to throw myself at him slams into me in full force.
This is something new to me. This urgent need for him… I never felt it with Liam before. It unnerves and excites me at the same time.
Parker watches me watch him, eyes dark with answering heat, making the air around us crackle with tension and delicious anticipation.
Exhaling a shaky breath, I slowly rise from the chair and make my approach.
His chest is rising and falling rapidly, but he doesn't move from where he’s standing. He’s waiting for me to reach him. It’s my call and we both know it.
My heart is thundering in my ears when I finally stop in front of him. Swallowing hard, I lift my hand and place it on his naked chest.
He screws his eyes shut, a muscle in his jaw twitching as if he’s barely restraining himself.
My hand trembles as I trail my fingers across his chest and down to the taut muscles of his stomach, and I'm mesmerized at the hardness of his skin against my touch. When my hand reaches the waistband of his swim trunks, his hand envelopes mine, stopping its descent.
Was I really going there?
With burning cheeks, I lift my eyes to meet his. In them, I see intense heat that I know is mirrored in mine.
“Sawyer,” he murmurs in a husky voice, my name leaving his lips like a whispered prayer.
I nod, my heart slamming against my ribs, knowing what he’s asking without voicing it.
I want it, too.
With a groan, Parker cups my face and covers my lips with his—his movements slow but sure. His other arm snakes around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
And instantly, I’m lost. In his kiss, in him, in this moment. Uncaring that my front is plastered to his wet skin. Uncaring that I’m getting drenched, too.
All I want to do is shed all my clothes so we can be skin to skin. I need to feel all of him.
“Parker, please,” I whisper against his lips, a plea of desperation in my voice. I’m practically vibrating with it.
Pulling his head back a little, he gives me a look full of promise and hooded with fervent desire. “Peaches, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
“I don’t want you to.” And that’s the truth.
Hesitation flashes through his handsome features. “Are you sure?”
Instead of using words, I lean upward and press my lips to his, giving him the answer he needs.
His chest rumbles with another groan and he kisses me back, deep and thorough, sucking my breath from my lungs.
I don’t know how, but somehow we reach his bedroom with our lips remaining locked. I don’t even remember walking up the stairs. He’s so good at kissing, I don’t care to pay attention to anything else but his delectable lips.
When my back hits the soft surface of his bed, he stops and hovers above me with hooded eyes, his breath heavy and ragged. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he rasps.
I glare up at him in annoyance. “If you don’t kiss me in the next second, I’ll find another guy—”
He growls and slams his lips against mine, not even letting me finish the sentence.
I almost sigh in relief, knowing he’s finally on the same page. Maybe I’m being a hussy, but I’m too far gone to care. I want his lips and hands and every part of his body on mine.
If there’s a perfect guy to lose my virginity to, it’s Parker. I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’ll make it an amazing experience for me.
I’m more than ready to do it with him.
Tentatively, my fingers continue the exploration that was cut short by the pool, trailing a path to his chest and down his stomach until they once again reach the waistband of his trunks. I tug, wanting the small piece of clothing off him.
But Parker grabs my wrist for the second time, making me growl in frustration.
He chuckles, silencing my protests with a deep kiss that makes my toes curl, pinning my wrist beside my head. Then he moves his lips to my jaw, placing a gentle kiss on my chin before shifting to my neck and nibbling the skin there.
I shudder and squeeze my eyes shut. It feels so good. He feels so good. His kisses are like fire branding my skin, marking me oh so deliciously.
When his lips drift lower, my eyes fly open and find his dark ones. Our gazes remain connected as his fingers find the hem of my shirt. I expect him to pull it over my head, but he simply pushes it over my chest, bunching it there and exposing my bra.
I start to pant when his lips touch the swell of my breasts, peppering the skin with soft kisses. Then he slides his hand down my back, unfastening the hook of my bra in one deft move. Swallowing nervously, I resist the urge to cover my chest as he pushes my bra up to join my shirt.
“Beautiful,” Parker murmurs before his head descends, capturing a taut bud with his lips, making my back arch off the bed.
“Oh, God,” I moan when his hand cups my other breast, tweaking the hard nipple with his fingers as he continues to worship my left nipple with his mouth.
His tongue moves in delicious circles, sucking and nibbling, sending a bolt of pleasure rippling through my body and making me shudder. He’s only paying attention to my chest, yet I’m already experiencing an overload of sensation.
Why does
