She smoothed the silk down her hips, drew a deep breath, and opened the door to her room – at the same time a bare-chested Parker stepped through his doorway wearing a pair of unbuttoned jeans, appearing extremely sexy with his mussed hair, bare feet, and the tapered vee of hair that trailed down his abdomen.
“I hope you’re coming to see me,” he said, his darkened blue gaze trailing over her negligee, his stare focused on her pointed nipples, traveling down her bare legs.
“And if I am? What would you do with me?” She stepped forward and found herself hauled into his arms.
He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist, his mouth coming down hard on hers. They’d been dancing around this attraction since he’d arrived, her not wanting to admit one look at him had her addicted. There was no denying their desire now.
He walked them into his room and slammed the door behind him.
Next thing she knew, he’d placed her down on the bed. Standing over her, he stripped off his clothes until he was naked, his gorgeous body bared. His cock caught her attention, hard, thick, and very erect. A distinct pulse throbbed between her legs at the sight. A drop of pre-come pooled at the head and she moaned at the desire to taste him that overwhelmed her, surprising her with its intensity.
“As much as I appreciate the silk and lace, I need to feel your skin against mine,” he muttered, gliding the nightie up and over her body, tossing it on the floor beside his clothes.
His gaze settled on the bare vee between her legs. “Fuck. You could have prepared me.”
“Once I worked up the nerve to put on the lingerie, I figured what was the point of underwear?” She felt heat rise to her cheeks at the admission.
“I like the way you think.” He kissed the tip of her nose, her lips, trailed his way over her chest, his erection gliding against her flesh as he made his way down her body. “That’s what I mean. You feel fantastic,” he said gruffly, his hips jerking his cock against her thigh.
He was big and it had been a long time for her. Over a year, really, and she knew this was going to be epic. But she couldn’t focus on what would happen, because the sensations flooding her body called to her now.
His mouth paused in its travel at her breasts, licking his way across one until he reached her nipple. His lips latched on, suckling and tweaking, grazing the tight nub with his teeth, and she felt the erotic pull deep inside her sex. When he was obviously satisfied he’d tortured one sensitive nipple enough, he moved to the other side, giving it the same treatment.
She writhed beneath him, overly responsive and unused to the long span of attention he was giving her body. She knew what that said about her past relationship, but she didn’t care about that, hadn’t in a while, and shoved thoughts of it away now.
After having his fill, he lowered himself to her sex, took a long, what would have been embarrassing look, had he not appeared so pleased with what he saw. His eyes darkened, a muscle ticked in his jaw, and a low groan escaped his throat. Then he took her with a lap of his tongue that had her body bowing off the bed.
He placed a hand over her belly, holding her in place, as he sucked, licked, and devoured her sex. She’d never been the focus of a man’s attention this way, never had a guy so clearly enjoy her as Parker was doing.
The longer he spent pleasuring her, the higher her body soared, and she grappled, her fingers trying to grab the comforter to center her, but nothing was going to stop the pleasure rolling over her body. And she really didn’t want it to as, without warning, she came, her body bucking against his talented mouth, lost in sensation. He kept up the delicious torment until she began to pull away, her body too sensitive.
She immediately reached down, wrapping her hand around his velvety hard erection, the desire to taste him returning now that she’d come back to earth herself. She started with a pump of her hand up and down his shaft until he gripped her wrist, stilling her movement.
“I want to come inside you,” he said.
“But I want my turn to touch and taste you.” She looked up at him, batting her eyelashes in an attempt to get her way.
He grinned, studying her with an intensity that unnerved her. “Fine but we do it my way.”
She narrowed her gaze, suddenly wary and thinking she shouldn’t have pushed the point.
“Come up here,” he said, his voice a demand.
She wrinkled her nose in confusion.
“As in come put your knees on either side of my head. I do you. You do me,” he said, his tone husky, his desire clear.
“Sixty-nine?” she squeaked, never having done anything so … adventurous or intimate before. At least it felt intimate, putting her body in that position.
“That’s my deal. I make you come at the same time,” Parker said, his voice almost daring her to take him up on his command.
She knew he was here for a short time. Knew she’d never have the chance to be with a man who turned her on the same way ever again. Parker was different. She felt differently about him and chemistry like this was rare. She’d never felt anything like it before.
Drawing a deep breath, she climbed up to where he waited, turned away from him, and positioned herself over his face, mortification consuming her. Until he licked her, a slow, luscious stroke of his tongue that had her entire body burning up.
“You taste like those sweet goodies you bake. Now lie down, baby, and let’s get this going.”
She stretched out over him and found his cock waiting for her. She treated him to the same lick he gave her, sliding her mouth slowly over his shaft.
He groaned, his hands coming up to grip her hips in a way that told her she’d have bruises afterwards. The thought aroused her even more. What happened next defied description and rational thought. Somehow she managed to suck him, up and down, hollowing out her lips and licking at the head. Wrapping her hand around the base of his erection, she slid her hand up and down in time to the movement of her mouth.
He groaned, thrusting his hips upward, and she swallowed over the head that grazed her throat and almost caused her to gag but she managed to hold off. He rewarded her by sucking, licking, and darting his tongue inside her, his mouth taking her places she’d never dreamed of.
She rocked against him, managing to keep him in her mouth and work him with her hand while he brought her higher and higher, her climax so close she could almost reach for it.
His tongue flicked at her clit and she shattered, grinding herself against his mouth, and seconds later, he was climaxing, too, coming down her throat as she struggled to swallow and keep up.
When she came to herself, he grasped her hips and rolled her to her side. “C’mere,” he said in a gruff voice.
She flipped and crawled up to him, letting him pull her into his arms, where he cushioned her in the most amazing embrace.
“I have to admit, I didn’t envision that as our first time together,” she said into his chest.
He kissed the top of her head. “Me, neither, but it was fucking incredible. Now let me catch my breath and then I want to know what it feels like to come inside that sweet pussy.”
She pressed her lips to the hair on his chest, pushing herself up until her face was centimeters from his. Looking into his blue eyes, she fell a little, telling herself it was normal, that she wasn’t usually a casual-sex kind of girl. So of course she had feelings for Parker. But she knew what this was … and what it wasn’t. What it was, was temporary and she was going to enjoy every moment while he was here.
He grasped the back of her neck in his hand and sealed his mouth over hers, gliding his tongue over her lips, and she was lost. He pushed her back until she lay against the mattress, his body coming over hers.
She gazed up at him as his cock nudged at the entrance of her sex.
He groaned. “Be right back,” he said before she could remind him they needed protection. He strode into the bathroom, returning with a strip of condoms.
“You came prepared,” she said. The thought
was sobering. Of course, this man could have his pick of women anywhere he went.
“It’s not what it looks like,” he said, rejoining her on the bed. “I haven’t traveled in years but they were in my Dopp Kit.”
She believed him. He had no reason to lie and she was glad he had protection because she didn’t and that would have derailed their night.
He looked to her for confirmation that she was okay, that they were fine, and her gaze fell to his still-hard erection.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” she asked in reply.
He ripped off one packet and tore into it, pulling out the condom and rolling it over his thick, straining shaft.
Watching him, she moaned, barely aware as the sound escaped from the back of her throat and her sex spasmed in anticipation of taking him inside her.
He grasped her hands and lifted them over her head. “Hold on,” he said, hooking them onto the spindles on the headboard.
Eyes wide, she curled her hands around them and let him take charge.
“Now bend your knees.”
She did as he said and he eased her legs back, exposing her to him as he aligned himself at her entrance and pushed himself inside. She groaned at the initial invasion that quickly turned to pleasure as he filled her, gliding out and sliding back in, her wetness lubricating his way until he bottomed out inside her, their bodies connecting completely.
“You feel so damn good.” His warm breath fanned her ear as he trembled on top of her.
“So do you.” She squeezed her inner muscles around him and they both groaned, the action prompting him to move.
His hands braced on either side of her head, he began to thrust into her, short, deliberate pumps of his hips followed by longer, more drawn-out glides that had her body in turmoil, the physical sensations more than she could take. But he didn’t let up and she felt herself spiraling out of control.
There were defining moments in her life, things that she’d never forget, painful ones and out-of-this-world ones, and this moment with Parker fell into the latter. He was forever defining what sex should be.
He brought her to the peak, the waves of delicious sensation taking her higher and closer to climax. He reached between them and rubbed his thumb over her nipple, squeezing it between his fingers so hard she felt it in her core. Her hips arched, her body searching for more friction, more feeling. Just more.
Unable to keep her own hands off him any longer, she released her grip from the headboard and pulled at his hair as he slammed into her over and over again. She climaxed without warning, hard, fast, her entire body consumed by blinding heat and fire. And he followed her over, coming with a roar in her ear, his powerful body stilling as his release washed over him.
After he’d gotten up, disposed of the condom, and returned, he climbed back into bed, pulling her into him, his breathing rough and labored, matching her own.
“You’re amazing.” He wrapped himself around her, kissing her neck.
“You’re pretty spectacular yourself.” She swallowed over the lump in her throat, the one that told her emotions were involved despite the fact that she’d only known him a few days.
Short term, she reminded herself. “What did you decide to do about finding a place to hold your corporate retreat?”
“I put it on the back burner. But Ethan’s called a few times. I just ignored him.” He chuckled. “That’s new for my brother. He’ll live. But eventually I probably should look into alternatives.”
She knew the area better than he did. “What if I know of a perfect resort I can show you? My dad seems to have things under control here. You’ve funded him, you’ve approved his ideas, we can go for a few days and look around?”
She’d take whatever time alone with him she could get.
He rolled her onto her back, coming down on top of her. “Are you suggesting we go away for a few days?”
“Are you opposed to the idea?”
He nudged her sex with his hard-again cock. “Does it feel like I’m opposed?”
She grinned. “No, it feels like you’re ready to go again.”
“That’s a yes. To a ski lodge … and hand me a condom,” he said in a husky voice that had her body clenching in need.
Chapter Six
James Stevens was a romantic at heart, so when Emily told her dad she and Parker were headed out of town to scout locations for his corporate retreat, James was all for the idea. She wasn’t worried about leaving him alone with Rex lurking around because her ex had a pattern. He came and he went, disappearing again while he regrouped for another attempt at bringing her back to Chicago.
What she did worry about was her father getting his hopes up that something more would come of her relationship with Parker other than friendship. He didn’t need to know that more already had occurred, because Parker was leaving eventually.
But for now, they were going on a trip and she was excited. She packed her light parka because it was colder in the mountains even in April, boots, and her favorite cargo snow pants. In addition, she added the nightie he’d flung off her before she’d had a chance to wear it, lace bra, and panties, though she hoped not to wear them at all.
All set, she met Parker at the bottom of the stairs. She was still struck by his beard each time she saw him and had the scruff marks on her thighs to remember it by. She squirmed as she approached him, her sex tingling at the memory.
But she was unable to contain her excitement over their trip. “I’m ready!”
“I can see that. I’m impressed you’ve packed everything in one carry-on.”
“Used to more high-maintenance women?” she asked, trying not to be jealous.
“Truth?”
“And nothing but,” she said, bracing herself.
“There haven’t been many women in my life and none in a long time,” he said, taking her by surprise.
She stared at him. “But … that really shocks me,” she admitted. “Is it because of your fiancée who died?” This time she tried not to be jealous of a dead woman who was long gone and whose memory nobody could compete against.
“Again, no. We’ve got a long trip and a lot of time to talk.” Reaching out, he grabbed her hand. “And we will.”
She looked into his beautiful blue eyes and saw pain. Pain he normally hid well, but she already knew about his fiancée’s death and a ski career he no longer had and didn’t like to talk about. She wondered about the details he hadn’t revealed.
It looked like she was about to find out.
* * *
On the way out of town, Parker and Emily stopped at Caleb Benson’s ski shop so Parker could buy a comfortable down jacket, ski pants, and boots for their mini-vacation, things he hadn’t brought with him on his trip. Once he shed the shearling jacket and put on the puffer, he felt more like himself than he had in a long time.
Not long after, he and Emily were on their way out of town in her father’s more reliable truck. He’d talked her into taking the vehicle on the long ride because it was more practical in case something happened. He’d left James back at the inn, in charge of roofers, electricians, and a host of other repair people working on restoring the place to its former glory. He still didn’t know what James planned to do once the work was complete, but for right now, the end game didn’t matter.
Emily wasn’t stressed about what her father’s plans were. She was willing to let him handle the reno and deal with things when it was finished. Parker hoped that by then she’d see how much the inn meant to James and that he was physically and emotionally capable of running it. James just needed a plan.
Then Emily could open her baking business with Harper. If the banks didn’t give her a loan, he could. He knew better than to think that she’d just take the money; she was proud like her dad. And Parker, well he’d…
He didn’t know what he’d do.
He didn’t know what he wanted. Well, he wanted Emily, that went without saying. How he handled the future was a big, open question m
ark.
Right now he intended to enjoy the present.
They headed out of town, Emily ceding the driving to Parker. She hopped into the passenger seat, shucked her shoes, propped her heavy-sock-covered feet on the dash, and ordered him to drive. With Waze on his cell phone programmed to the Silver Valley Resort, three hours away, he did as she commanded, Queen playing on the radio.
He thought for certain she would pepper him with questions about his love life since Rina, why he hadn’t had a lot of females in his life and relationships in his past, but she remained silent, instead tapping her hands to the beat of the music and seeming content in their silence. She was easy to be around. She didn’t push him for anything, respecting when he needed to keep things to himself, which should make him happy.
Except he wanted to share parts of himself he’d never given to another woman, which only served to reinforce how deep he was getting with Emily in such a short time.
He drew a deep breath, prepared to discuss the most painful part of his past only to glance over and find her fast asleep. He grinned at the sudden soft snores coming from her side of the car and turned his attention to the road instead.
Three hours later, they arrived at the resort and Parker had to admit it was everything he’d hoped for. The resort looked like a Swiss ski chalet with snowy mountains behind it. Of course, he could also see the runs and the chairlifts behind the lodge near the majestic white-capped mountains, which caused his stomach to cramp. He hadn’t been back on skis since the car accident and losing everything, and despite being at a resort, he had no intention of doing so now.
He parked the car and shut the engine before leaning over and stroking a hand down Emily’s cheek. “Rise and shine, beautiful. The mountains await.”
Long lashes fluttered over her pale skin before she came awake and those beautiful brown eyes focused on him. “Oh my God! I can’t believe I slept for all those hours.” She jerked to a sitting position, staring out the window before looking back at him.
“I can. We didn’t get much sleep last night,” he reminded her, gratified to see the blush on her cheeks when she remembered just how they’d spent that time.
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