I shiver inside at the thought. Imagining him creeping into my room at night, or even walking in on me in the shower. We’d both just let nature take its course, wouldn’t we?
Wouldn’t he?
The thought of him seeing me naked though. It thrills me but terrifies me at the same time.
Maybe he likes his girls short and on the fuller side?
My own voice sounds like it’s coming from far away, yammering some nonsense about me only staying for a day or two.
“Just until I get back on my feet.”
Whatever that means.
Damn, the sight of the man at twenty paces is enough to make me want him to sweep me off my feet and onto my back and keep me there for good.
I have no intention of getting back on my feet once he’s in charge.
Sighing as I try to not make it so obvious I’m having another wet moment courtesy of Parker, I dissolve myself into answering his questions about what happened today and dictate my formal statement for the police to him.
He takes it down and has me read over it before signing it digitally, then prints several copies that I sign physically after double-checking it’s everything I want to say.
Puffing air out of his cheeks, he pushes his laptop and the crisp new file to one side, signaling that we’re done with police work.
He suddenly looks concerned, like maybe I’ve changed my story, or worse.
“What is it, Naomi?” he asks, sounding the closest to worried I think a man of his size ever could.
But I’m suddenly gripped with a new fear, the one I know has plagued me from the moment I laid eyes on Parker.
How can a man like this not be attached? Surely he has a girlfriend, wife? Significant other?
It’s not a girly house, not by a long shot. But there’s a definite female vibe in some of the almost antique décor.
He did say it was his mother’s home though…
“Are you sure it’s alright?” I ask. “About staying I mean,” I add.
He looks a little taken aback, figuring we’ve already covered this.
“There’s nobody who’d mind?” I ask him, fishing. Always looking for the cloud with a lead lining instead of a silver one.
“I don’t think Moose minds if that’s what you mean and I certainly-” he tries to tell me before I just go ahead and blurt it out.
“I mean there’s nobody else, like a girlfriend or Mrs. Parker?” I ask, almost too loudly, feverishly. Already dreading the answer in case she’s due home any minute.
Or he? What if I’ve pegged the guy all wrong?
Parker smiles but then frowns a little. Disappointed.
“There’s nobody else, Naomi. In case I didn’t say so,” he says, looking down for a moment.
I feel like I’ve upset him or offended him, reminding him of the fact he has nobody.
But I know what it feels like, god knows I do.
“I just meant…” I stammer, shivering a breath as he looks up at me. His eyes smoldering with a look that matches the need I feel whenever I’m around him now.
But his next question surprises me more than anything.
“And you?” he almost groans. “I guess you have a boyfriend, I was afraid to ask if there was someone I should call.”
“Afraid?” I echo. Feeling a thrill ripple across my belly.
“There’s nobody,” I assured him quickly. Still not sure why he’d find that so amusing as he smiles broadly.
“You seem surprised,” I observe, not even hiding my sarcasm or my little twinge of hurt.
It’s nothing new though, who would really see me with anyone?
But Parker did, just now.
“I mean I’m glad,” he adds, still smiling, almost sighing with relief.
“And what if I did have a boyfriend?” I ask, feeling defiant all of a sudden. But I can see the idea pains him.
“Would you still have kissed me on the cheek if you did?” Parker asks, pretending to ignore my question.
“A friendly peck,” I counter, trying to call his bluff and failing.
Both of us feeling this thing between us building up in a tension that’s borderline overflowing.
“I don’t think any man who had you would want you kissing anyone else, even like that,” he says, his voice getting deeper.
I feel that thing inside me again, that pressure like something’s about to burst if he doesn’t touch me, kiss me, or something way more intense like I suddenly know I need more than air right now.
“I know I wouldn’t want you anywhere near anyone else if you were mine,” he finally says, causing my breathing to pick up so fast I feel like I’ll faint.
His eyes run over me again, boring into me and feeling like hands and fingers as he takes in my chest, my neck.
I can feel myself panting, a little whimper escaping as I start to squirm in my seat.
Not just imagining kissing him or having those hands run over my chest, but needing him to do it.
Right. Freaking. Now.
“Parker,” I whine, feeling the room spin as I become dizzy, my eyes feeling like they’re rolling back as he gets up and comes over to me.
We can both stop playing now, both stop pretending.
He lifts me out of my seat, my hands reaching for his body and brushing against his thick line of arousal, making him groan before he pulls me close.
“What if I only wanted to kiss, you Parker? Nobody else?” I gasp.
“Then I’d have to tell you that if you did, even just one more time, I wouldn’t stop kissing you back. Not even for a second. Not until I knew you were all mine,” he rasps.
“Then I guess I’m all yours,” I hear myself saying, the last thing out of my mouth before I finally feel his lips pressing gently over mine.
CHAPTER TEN
Parker
I know I’m not imagining it anymore, and I’m glad I brought her home.
This is actually happening.
Also, I’m dead serious when I caution her, once I kiss her and she kisses me back?
She’s mine, I’ll never kiss
