Secrets & Saris

by Shoma Narayanan

  Looking dazed, Amber stared up at him with her arms around his torso, and the words that came from her mouth were a surprise. ‘You took off your jacket.’

  Her tone of voice suggested there was more to that less-than-brilliant bit of observation.

  Parker’s brows pulled together, the rest of him frozen. ‘You told me to.’

  She looked as stunned as he felt.

  ‘No. Not that...’ she said, her voice stumbling a bit. ‘I mean—you still smell like leather.’

  A succession of emotions filed across her face, moving on from the shock and eventually ending with something that looked like anticipation. And...damn, there was no ignoring the vibe any longer because—

  ‘But maybe that’s just your signature scent,’ she mused.

  —it was written all over her face.

  ‘Are you trying to seduce me, Amber?’ he asked softly.

  Sometimes it was best just to punch the elephant in the room in the face.

  She blinked, as if clearing her vision, and then brought her hands back around to finish measuring his chest. ‘Yes.’

  Apparently she had no qualms about laying her cards on the table.

  Tipping his head, he paused, feeling stronger now that they’d addressed the issue. He could handle this. He’d handled her starstruck adoration as a kid and he could handle her desire now. Feeling better, he watched her cross to enter the latest numbers and then return to stand in front of him again.

  Everything would be fine, if he just didn’t look at her face, or her mouth, or her chest....

  Bracing himself, he held his breath as she measured around his waist, her fingers skimming just below the level of his belly button, too close to more...sensitive parts of his body. And his abdominal muscles clenched as if punched, despite the T-shirt between them.

  ‘You should at least come to your mother’s party to see Reese,’ she said as she bit the corner of her mouth in concentration.

  Leaving Parker with the intense need to lick the damp spot from her lip. His head was spinning, and his shaft was thickening, and coherent thought took him a moment.

  ‘Why?’ he croaked.

  See, he could form words. Sort of.

  ‘Because she’s family,’ she said. ‘And we all need family.’

  Despite his discomfort, he let out a small huff of laughter. She thought she was going to seduce him and get him to talk to his family? Man, she really was a believer.

  And then she knelt before him, and... Oh, God.

  In the mirror, the vision of her on her knees in front of him sent his pulse bounding out a rhythm that threatened to burst from his body. She was joy and hope and light and the intense need to bury himself inside her, to take a little of that faith for himself, to sink into her belief was almost his undoing.

  His mouth worked, struggling to function. ‘Nothing about this scenario is going to work on me, Ace,’ he said hoarsely, proud he could still form words.

  ‘I’m just taking your measurements.’

  A sarcastic scoff escaped his throat.

  And then she measured from his waist to his heel, and Parker blew out a breath, relieved the act was fairly tolerable. Even being so stupid as to congratulate himself on his self-control as she entered the measurement into her computer.

  ‘Next, your inseam.’ She returned to kneel in front of him, and he braced himself. ‘Spread your legs a bit.’

  Sweat broke out along his lip at the erotic image her words produced. Parker was busy battling the flash of heat when Amber, with one end of the measuring tape, reached up between his thighs. His chest seized around his heart, preventing it from doing its job. And when her fingers brushed just to the left of his groin, pleasure pooled in his stomach.

  Paralyzed, he used his gaze in a vain attempt to burn reason into her, his voice almost a growl. ‘Does measuring my inseam include touching my junk?’

  Eyes wide, she looked up at him. But beneath it all, he was sure he detected a note of false innocence. And a hint of nerves.

  ‘Sorry,’ she said as she drew the other end of the tape down to his heel.

  With a wary scowl, he said, ‘You don’t look sorry.’

  She swallowed and cleared her throat. ‘Assume your normal posture, please.’

  ‘I am.’

  ‘You look like you’re slumped over,’ she said with a doubtful look.

  That was because he was so hard now his body was protectively hunching around the sensitive area.

  ‘And now I need to get the last measurement,’ she said.

  He should have known he was in trouble by the fine tremor in her voice. By the way she nervously licked her lips. But he was too mesmerized by the slide of pink tongue across her mouth to register what she was doing.

  One hand holding the tape at his waist in back, she reached between his legs and pulled the measuring tape down his backside.

  ‘You’re measuring my ass?’ he rasped.

  ‘I need your crotch length,’ she said.

  Crotch length?

  There was a joke in there somewhere, but, for the life of him, he couldn’t formulate the wisecrack. Especially when her hand slowly pulled the tape up between his thighs.

  And Parker knew he was well and truly screwed.

  Breathing a distant memory, a tiny speck in his review mirror, he couldn’t move as her fingers flirted with touching his erection. She skirted too close for comfort as she continued up his crotch toward the front of his waist. Wringing his insides. Dragging his nerves through razor wire. And, just when it was almost over, she lightly brushed the tip of his shaft.

  Desire burst like a supernova, jump-starting his flagging brain.

  ‘Jesus, Amber,’ he ground out, grabbing her wrist. Body throbbing, he narrowed his gaze. ‘Is this measurement even necessary?’

  She gazed up at him, looking stunned. ‘You can never have too much information,’ she murmured.

  ‘Hell yeah, you can.’ His grip grew firmer around her wrist.

  Case in point: her skin was warm, her pulse bounded beneath his fingers and her expression was nothing but honest—pure, unadulterated want innocently on display. Along with something else. He should have pushed her wrist as far from him as possible, but he was transfixed by the light in her eyes. As if he deserved much more than just sex.

  And the crushing need to capture a little of that hope for himself, to briefly fill the black hole that had been surrounding his heart for years, was too much.

  ‘You win,’ he muttered, and he hauled her up by her wrist, gaze intent on her mouth.

  * * *

  Amber didn’t utter a word of protest as Parker pulled her body flush with his. Her wrist still clutched in his fingers, he tucked their arms behind his back until she was giving him a partial hug. But it wasn’t a real embrace, because his other hand hung loosely at his side.

  Green eyes holding hers, his voice gruff, he said, ‘You know this is all you get, right?’

  They were pressed together from chest to groin, and she was momentarily rendered speechless by his too-blunt words and the feel of his erection. The longing to be wrapped in his arms for real was intense. But he maintained his current posture, patiently waiting for a response, and he wasn’t going to continue until he was sure he’d made his point.

  She’d never chased a man before, had never actively pursued what she wanted. And she wanted this.

  With an intensity that was too great to be denied.

  ‘I understand,’ she said.

  The tension radiating from him since she’d taken his measurement suddenly dissipated, and he lifted his free hand to her face, lowering his mouth to hers.

  God, it wasn’t fair.

  He was strong and sure and oozed a confident sensuality as his lips slid
over hers, as if trying to absorb something more than a simple kiss. Meanwhile she was quaking, literally quaking at the knees. She was a grown woman with plenty of experience under her belt. She’d been around several blocks along the way but, for some reason, this time the trip felt different.

  Amber supposed it was only natural, as she’d waited for this moment since she was a preteen. Before she really even knew what, exactly, her body longed for....

  She remembered the heat from innocent brushes of skin on skin as she’d accepted the crab he’d gently placed in her hand. She remembered her heart pounding from dreams too vague to recall, only that they’d contained Parker.

  And she remembered the mesmerizing mouth that had always triggered an anxious flutter in her stomach. Parker’s lips were now slicking across hers, wet and warm and working her mouth so deliciously she had to clutch his T-shirt, dizzy.

  With a small movement, his tongue tested her bottom lip, and a needy catch escaped her throat as she opened her mouth wide. He finally relented and gave her what she wanted, his tongue against hers. The taste, the soft strokes that went on and on, sent her senses soaring. Twisting his T-shirt tighter, she fought to have her other arm freed from his grip.

  ‘Slow down, Ace,’ he murmured against her mouth.

  Pleasure flared higher. As a kid, the nickname had always made her feel special in Parker’s eyes. She hadn’t been, she knew. But it was the way he said it, as if she were the only one on the planet that was important. And right now he was licking, kissing and nipping his way down her neck, leaving her feeling the same way.

  Against the bounding pulse at her neck, he said, ‘There’s no hurry.’

  Oh, but holy heaven, there was.

  Summers of innocent longing. Years of fantasies.

  The mother lode of mental foreplay.

  ‘Please,’ she said, pulling against the fingers wrapped around her wrist.

  He released her.

  Instantly her fingers gripped the edge of his T-shirt and shoved, unceremoniously, up his torso. When he didn’t lift his arms fast enough, she abandoned her plan to take it off and dropped her mouth to his naked chest. He tasted of salt and smelled of leather, as if the essence of his jacket had fused with his skin. She pressed openmouthed kisses across his muscles, with the ridiculous thought that she could inhale this moment and keep it forever. Parker mumbled something she couldn’t understand, something about taking their time, but Amber ignored him. She nosed a nipple and then licked the nub until it was raised enough to scrape her teeth across.

  He sucked in a breath. ‘Okay, okay.’

  All thought came to a halt when his hands dropped to the T-shirt bunched just beneath his arms. Stunned, she watched the shifting of pectorals and bone and sinew as he shrugged out of the garment and tossed it aside. The strength in his shoulders, the easy play of muscle a beautiful, breathtaking sight.

  Without hesitation, she spread her hands across the gorgeous display and pushed him back against the mirrored wall.

  ‘Jesus, Amber,’ he hissed.

  Ignoring him, she stared at the light dusting of hair on his flat abdomen as she fumbled with his belt and the fastening of his jeans, finally pushing everything to the floor. The vision of lean hips, well-muscled thighs and a full erection left her breathless. Unable to continue.

  And Parker finally seemed to grasp the urgency of their situation.

  Hands and lips and teeth seemingly everywhere at once, he divested her of her clothing efficiently. When gone, she pressed her body to his, refusing to blush at the groan that ripped from her chest at the glorious feeling of, finally, skin on skin.

  Parker swept a hand up her back and buried his fingers in her hair, his kiss raw. Mouth realigning this way and that as if to consume her from every angle. She lost track of time until the fingers in his other hand found their way between her thighs.

  The visceral hit to her system left her pulling back from the kiss, gasping for air.

  Lips parted, he breathed through his mouth—open hunger on his face as the fingers between her legs turned bolder. Until the desire grew so great tears pricked the backs of her lids.

  Closing her eyes, she whispered, ‘Parker.’

  Which came out more like a strangled sound of pleasure than an actual word.

  As if inspired, Parker’s lips crashed back to hers. He pressed his hard shaft against the skin of her belly, as if seeking friction. The overpowering sensations were full of need. And want. And need. Amber could barely coordinate herself to return his kiss properly. Parker didn’t seem to care, rocking his hips and nipping and pulling at her mouth for all it was worth. When he withdrew his hands, her body clenched in disappointment. Until he bent to pull a condom from the wallet in his jeans, sheathing himself.

  Amber’s mouth lost all moisture as she watched, transfixed, half terrified this was a dream and she’d wake up too soon.

  Bracing his back against the mirror, Parker reached for Amber and lifted her up. Surprised, limbs clumsy, she didn’t follow the logic until he spoke.

  ‘Wrap your legs around my waist,’ he said.

  Oh, God, yes.

  Praying her muscles would cooperate, she complied, yet all she could manage was to hold on as he buried himself inside. Eyes wide, she froze, adjusting to the pleasurable pressure that threatened to send her flying apart. A threat that escalated when he gripped her hips and began to move in earnest, each time taking her a little deeper.

  Heat swamped her senses, until she was no longer frozen. She wrapped her arms more firmly around his neck. Tightened her legs around his hips.

  And threw herself into a carnal kiss, scraping her teeth lightly across his tongue.

  The swearword that shot from Parker’s mouth into hers was explicit. He clutched her close, buried himself to the base of his shaft and then paused.

  It felt incredible.

  Chests pressed together, heart thundering against his, Amber whimpered greedily and rolled her hips, seeking more friction.

  ‘Amber,’ he groaned as he slowly slid down the mirror until she was seated in his lap, his back against the wall.

  Hands on her shoulders, blunt fingernails clutching her skin, he began to rock up into her. Friction, wonderful, glorious friction again. His movements slow and sure and hard.

  ‘I need...’ he mumbled, eyes closed.

  His head drifted to hers.

  Each hot press of his mouth was interspersed with a flick of his tongue against her lips, all in rhythm with his hips. As if he needed every part of her, everything, all at once. The pace didn’t increase, but the intensity did. Until starved, naked, needy noises began to spill from his mouth.

  Nothing had ever been this ridiculously, spine-tingling delicious. The feeling of wholehearted—and, heaven help her—reciprocated want.

  Digging her nails into his sweat-damp shoulders earned her a garbled reply.

  ‘I can’t—’ he slurred.

  Greedy, Amber arched her back, fitting their hips closer together, taking more.

  Wringing an incoherent response from Parker. ‘Ah, ’mgonna.’

  With the garbled word of warning his movements grew too needy for finesse, hips bucking as if seeking fusion with every thrust. Too far gone for a coordinated kiss, their mouths pressed close, damp and hot as they breathed each other in. The feel of him slicking between her thighs, beneath her, in her, tightened the cord of pleasure, pulling harder. Until she was so taut she feared being stranded on the edge of this precipice forever.

  Afraid she’d never take that beautiful fall.

  But then he gripped her shoulders, arched and thrust hard, groaning as he shattered.

  And the sound of her name on his lips as he came pushed her off the ledge. A fiery electric pleasure shot through her veins, and her orgasm burst, painting colorful
fireworks behind closed lids.

  With a mumbled ‘Parker,’ she collapsed against him, and let herself be swept away by the aftershocks.

  * * *

  The smell of leather and sex filled Amber’s nose as her breathing finally slowed enough for her to think straight. Bit by bit she became aware of the hard chest under her cheek, Parker’s pounding heart gradually recovering beneath. They’d managed to shuffle their way to the thick rug in front of the wrought-iron coffee table. Now, sweat-slick bodies cooling in the aftermath, she was draped across Parker, her palms resting on his shoulders.

  His hands, however, were resting by his sides.

  Parker gripped her arms, gently shifting her off, and her chest cinched tight at the movement. ‘I should find my clothes,’ he said, his voice rough from exertion.

  She briefly pressed her lids tight, knowing he was doing more than pulling away physically. He was pulling away mentally, too, and the memory of his words punched the breath from her throat.

  You know this is all you get, right?

  Pushing up on her elbows, she stared at Parker. The sex had been fantastic, and now his soft hair was spiked in all directions, delectably mussed by her fingers. His cheeks were flushed from the energy he’d expended. And he’d exerted a good deal of energy.

  After they’d finished the first round, while Amber was still limp and essentially incapable of thought or movement, he had rolled them over onto the rug, pinning Amber beneath him. And started in on her again.

  No one had ever made her feel so sensual.

  No one had ever pulled so much pleasure from her body.

  But he didn’t want more.

  She watched him rub a hand down his face with a faint frown on his mouth, and a memory rose, unbidden, in her mind.

  That last fateful summer she’d caught Susie and Parker making out, and while it was clear he knew exactly what he was doing, there was no emotion behind the act. As if he could have replaced Susie with either of the other two girls he was dating and been just as happy. And while, yes, horny teens were pretty much a given, from what Reese had said Parker hadn’t changed his ways much.

  Random women, random relationships and nothing that lasted longer than a few months.