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Chapter Six
There had been no sweeter victory for Cyn as when she sank the black ball in the corner pocket. Although the winner of the game held no real importance, seeing as how they both had the same end goal in mind.
She’d made some rash decisions in her time, but taking Parker to her bed, only a week after she met him, made all the sense in the world to her. Everything about him worked for her. Playing coy just seemed silly and false. She wanted him. He wanted her.
What else was there to say about the matter?
They barely made it into her house before they began to merge into one another. His lips teased her neck as he pushed her gently back against the wall, his greedy hands moving under her dress to pull at the soaked silk clinging between her legs.
“Tell me something.” Parker’s fingers slipped beneath her panties and slid teasingly across her curl-covered mound.
“Hmmm…anything.”
“How attached are you to these?”
“The panties?”
“Yes.”
“Not at all.”
“Wonderful.” That was the only warning she received before he pulled his fingers from out of her moist sex and with each hand took a hold of the fabric on her hips. With a deft pull, he ripped the silk sides in two. The tattered remains fell to the floor like scraps of unwanted material. “Much, much better.”
He moved his hand between her thighs and slid two fingers into her damp, snug box.
“Much.” He groaned again.
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“Ohhh.” Cyn tilted her head, exposing the length of her neck to his teasing lips as his fingers pumped inside her. She wanted nothing more than to surrender to him and come screaming his name, but there was a little matter of her unwanted houseguests hopefully sleeping just a few rooms away. She stole a quick glance down the hall and lowered her voice to a whisper. “We have to keep it down.”
Parker moved his mouth from her lips and took his hand from between her legs. He brought his damp fingers to his mouth and closed his eyes as his licked his fingers clean, moaning aloud as if she was made of the finest chocolate. When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with passion. “Not going to happen, honey. He’s up and raring to go.”
She laughed softly. “That’s not what I meant, pervert.”
“Why so silent?”
“Roommates.”
“And?” he said in a lowered voice.
“And I won the game, so that means my house, my rules.”
“I still say you cheated.”
She hadn’t, but if it made his fragile ego feel better… “Does it really matter?”
“Yes, I have a king size bed and a headboard you can hold onto.”
His words sent shivers down her overheated body. “I have silk scarves.”
“Damn,” he groaned. “You win.”
Hooking her fingers in his belt loop, she gave a teasing tug, forcing him to follow her into her bedroom. “I think you’re mistaken, handsome. The scarves are going on you.”
“Me, you. Either way I’m game.”
Not bothering with the main light, she pulled him into her bedroom, releasing his belt loop long enough to lock her door and put on her bedside light. Turning back to him, she felt her womb clench with desire.
Cyn felt an almost desperate need to have him inside her. Never before had she been so overwhelmed with passion as she was with him. She was willing to bet though, he was more than capable of feeding her frenzy.
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“I want to drive for now.” He didn’t say a word, merely raising a brow as she walked back towards him, debating what to run her fingers over first. He was like one big temptation and she had no idea where to begin.
Standing in front of him she studied him for a moment. Of her twenty-odd years on this earth she’d come into contact with many beautiful men in many different colors, but this man and this color, held her fascinated.
She reached out without thinking and lightly brushed her fingers across his mouth, feeling the subtle difference of his body versus hers. He stayed still and silent the whole time, allowing her the moment of exploration.
It was almost as if he was a fragile work of art. Every nick and scrape a memento of another time and place that had marred him, yet in a good way. The scars proved he was fallible, mortal. This beautiful man who she held at arm’s length as she gawked like a silly schoolgirl at his beauty and grace.
“I never knew a man could be so pretty.”
“And I never knew it could hurt to stand so still next to you, dying for a touch.”
Tilting her head to the side, she pondered his answer. “Why are you waiting so patiently?”
“Because I’ll have plenty of time to worship your beauty later. Now I’m just here at your command.”
Oh, my. She loved the sound of that. Cyn walked around him and sat on her bed. She kicked her heels off and crossed her legs. “Undress for me.”
He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and brought it over his head. His muscular chest was a bit tanner than she would have expected, but just as nice as she hoped. As quickly as he disposed of his shirt, he kicked off his shoes then moved his agile fingers to the button of his pants. As he slid his pants down, she took in a deep breath to calm her racing heart. There were no two ways about it. The man was an Adonis.
Stock still, dressed in black boxers and a thin gold chain holding a saint medallion, he looked as if he was just waiting for her next instruction. But all rhyme and reason slipped from her mind the minute his pants hit the floor. All she wanted now was him.
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“Don’t stop there.” Her words
