Etched in Stone (Six Degrees Series Book 2)

by Statham, Mayra

  “Oh?” he says his face clearly amused by my lack of response.

  “I mean wow… we would have met if…”

  “Yeah.” he’s smiling now, making him look damn good. God, he was such a good guy. I didn’t know him that well, but I knew we shared a dislike of Jake, and something deep in my gut told me he was one of the good ones.

  “Except if you would have gone, I would have been the one to screw him over in London.” His breathing is heavy, his voice gruff. His honesty surprises me.

  “What do you mean?” I know what he means. I just want to hear it from him.

  “One look at you, that’s all it took.” His hands splayed at my waist, the tips of his finger touching the skin under the hem of my black tank top. I shiver. My nipples pucker. His words do things to me that I can’t control. Not even with a gun to my head could I control the way my body responds to him.

  I want him. I’ve wanted him from the moment I first laid eyes on him.

  “What?” I ask breathless. My mind is hazy and I’m not able to focus on his words as his fingertips continue to cause havoc against by bare skin. His intoxicating scent causes me to go warm and squishy inside. I’m trying hard to reign in my inner slut but it’s useless. I’m desperate to feel his mouth on mine.

  God his mouth looks so freaking good.

  I instinctively lick my bottom lip. The tips of his fingers dig into my skin, holding me tighter. I close my eyes and delicious shivers course through my body.

  “I looked at you and I couldn’t look away. One look at you in a room full of people and suddenly no one else existed. I was a goner…” His voice is husky with deep set emotion.

  Savoring the tone of his voice and his words, I look up at him and notice his head starts to lean closer to me, and I brace because I want him to kiss me so bad my toes curl in my sneakers.

  “I’m pretty sure it would have been the same in London.” He whispers against my mouth. His lips are grazing mine and my hands grip tightly onto his shirt.

  “Parker,” I whisper, loving the way his lips are close to mine, the warmth of his breath teasing me mercilessly.

  Whatever I planned to say next was lost as his lips finally make contact with mine. His mouth on mine and now I’m the one who’s a goner. His mouth moves over mine, confidently but sweetly. Heat rushes through my entire body. I open for him and his tongue sweeps my bottom lip, rushing electricity right through me. His kiss is great. Better than great. The way he kisses is the way he seems to do everything else.

  With confidence and rugged grace, I’m melting into him. My body is molding into his as his mouth coaxes mine. Our lips dancing to the soft beat of a nonexistent melody as my body liquefies under his touch.

  I don't realize we’re suddenly walking backwards. My mouth on his, the way his lips feel and taste make me dizzy with how bad I want him. He bites my lower lip, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh and I whimper. Only to melt even more as his tongue peeks out and soothes the ache and I moan at the feeling of his tongue. My mind is thinking about how talented his mouth is.

  He lifts me up as if I weigh nothing and my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His body is warm and hard. I open my eyes to find his grey eyes intense and hungry. There is something predatory in that look and I shiver. I realize my hands are around his neck and I wonder when I had put them there. We stop right in front of his bedroom door.

  He doesn’t move.

  He stops kissing me, his nose nuzzles mine and then he leans his forehead against mine. Our faces are so close, I can feel and smell his minty breath against my lips. His lips are so damn close and both of us are breathing hard.

  “I’m trying to be good. I swear.” his voice hoarse and out of breath, “Tell me to put you down and I will, angel. I swear to you I will. We will go back have dinner, watch a movie, whatever you want….anything you want.” His body is tight and strained. The muscles beneath my hands feel tense, he’s trying to hold on to some type of self-control. It was sweet but I didn’t want that. For the first time in my life, I want a man, this man, to lose complete control and show me how much he wants whatever he wants from me.

  “What’s option B?” I ask unsure of where my sudden courage is coming from. What am I doing?

  “Fuck...Liz…” He sounds torn, but I’m not. Clear as freaking day I know exactly what I want.

  “How old are you?” I ask.

  “What?” His lips twitch at the question I’ve repeatedly asked him.

  “How old are you?” I ask again, trying to make the same point I’d made the night before.

  “Thirty-four.” His lips twitch again.

  “I’m twenty-eight.”

  “I know, it’s your birthday remember?” he says smiling against my lips, and I decide that I really like when he does that. I had a point to make but decide to take my time, I kiss him instead.

  Slow and sweet, I take my time exploring his mouth. His perfect lips, the taste of him, the warmth of his velvet tongue and he goes along with it all. He gives it back to me just as sweet and slow. My hands slide into his thick brown hair, soft and silky against my fingers. My fingers seem to have a mind of their own, stroking his hair while I kiss his talented mouth.

  “Angel...,” he growls, actually growls, against my lips, his hands squeeze my ass as he holds me, digging deep into my hips where he holds me, an obvious reaction to my teasing.

  “We’re old enough that we know what we’re doing here.” I whisper against his lips. He closes his eyes, rests his forehead onto mine. Our breaths mix, sharing the same air. My skin tingles with need. Every pore is humming, completely buzzing for it.

  “I want you, Parker.” I whisper against his lips and his eyes squeeze shut. I know he wants to take things slow, which is sweet, but whatever’s come over me was screaming at me to jump.

  “Elizabeth…” He says my whole name with a deep gravelly growl, a new wave of tingles shoots right through me. My heart races, I know what I want. Hormones, pheromones, my lack of a sex, my inner slut coming to life, whatever’s causing it I’m not about to question it. I kiss along his stubble filled jaw, stopping when my mouth is right below his ear.

  “I’m not usually this...forward. It’s been a long time since I’ve done anything...but I’ll take option B.” I say confidently bringing my face to his. He growls sexily, the moment my choice is made. He opens the door to his bedroom, carries me in and closes it behind us with a small kick.

  He throws me back onto the bed and all I can think about is how absolutely right I’d been. His bed was pure luxury, like lying on a cloud. But that is as far as my thoughts were able to process because almost instantly his body is over mine, and pure instinct takes over.

  Our hands are a blur pulling off shirts, unbuttoning jeans. Unadulterated need fueling our every move and it’s heavenly. Shimming off my pants in a hurry I make the mistake of looking at him and suddenly it’s as if I’ve swallowed my tongue.

  HOLY SHIT!

  He. Is. Amazing!

  Hard, well defined muscles. Every. Single. Where.

  Broad shoulders, pecs that I want to rest my head on, well defined abs I want to explore with my hands and tongue.

  Hands down the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  He was muscular and cut, thick not skinny. Dark chest hair in just the right places. A happy trail of that same dark hair that led down to the defined V below his abs, ending at his very, very happy place. He’s in nothing but a pair of black boxers, his arousal gloriously obvious. Tingles course through me again, this time hitting me at my core. He’s a beautiful sight.

  “Holy shit,” I breathe. He chuckles, reminding me he’s actually right in front of me not some sort of freaking masterpiece painting. I close my eyes, realizing my own state of undress. I’m usually very comfortable in my own skin, but compared to him I feel inadequate somehow. Not only that but I keep acting like a drooling teenage girl in front of him. I feel his fingers under my chin pulling up my face. His grey
eyes filled with happiness and he kisses me softly.

  “Glad you like what you see.” words that should come off as arrogant and cocky, but from his beautiful mouth they’re genuine and sincere.

  Parker

  She’s so fucking beautiful.

  Black sheer bra and matching panties against her tan skin, curves in all the right spots. Her eyes on my body make me even harder. The way they darken, she likes what she sees. Thank God, because I definitely like what I see. Her full lips part and I can’t help but kiss her. The taste of her mouth fills me, making me crave more. Not sure if I would ever get my fill of her.

  My mouth moves from her luscious lips to her neck to the spot below her ear. My body over hers, my leg between hers I fucking love the way she feels beneath me. I try to be careful as I nibble on her neck but my control is slipping.

  “You smell so damn good.”

  “It’s the vanilla...and sugar.” she pants, arching her body closer to mine. Her breasts are against my chest and even below the fabric of her bra I can feel her nipples straining, begging me to free them. Letting my hands cup her breasts, loving the way they are more than a handful in my own large hands. I gently squeeze and bring the left one out. Her moans and purrs are only making me harder against my boxers.

  “It’s just you.” I hoarsely whisper against her neck breathing in the scent of her skin and hair and I feel her fingernails bite into my back.

  “Park…”

  “Shh... I know…,” I whisper against her skin as I move down, kissing every bit of skin I possibly can. Her skin is sweet and warm, her scent invigorating. I should slow down. Only kiss her, but I need her like I need to breathe. I’ve never needed anything more than I need her right now.

  My hands graze her bare skin, staying at her hips as my mouth goes from her collarbone to her right breast. I lick her pebbled nipple and smile when I hear her purr beneath me.

  “Please…” she whispers and I smile, licking the pebble, feeling the sheer material it is now wet and I start sucking on it. I glance at her hands clenching my sheets and something about that makes my dick harder, sparking whatever primal fire is burning inside of me even brighter.

  As much as I don’t want to I get off of her and go to my nightstand and grab a foil square. I watch as she sits up on my bed, her eyes following my moves, her knees bent slightly. She’s so fucking hot, sexy and sweet. Mine, I think shaking my head. I get back in bed and kneel in front of her. I watch her hands go behind her as she unhooks her black bra. One strap falls down; an arm goes around her to hold the bra in place. My heart hammers hard in my ears. Both shoulders are bare and her skin is flawless and so damn soft, my mouth waters to touch, kiss, and mark. Mark? I shake my head and she stops her eyes confused.

  “Let me.” I tell her, giving her my hand. We get off the bed, standing so damn close, I can feel the heat radiating off her body. I kneel in front of her and she stands up. My eyes and hands are level with her ankles as I watch her let go of her bra, the sheer material falls onto the floor beside me.

  I swallow hard she’s topless now, standing before me.

  “So fucking beautiful,” I whisper.

  I don’t know what it was about this woman but from the moment I laid eyes on her at Jessa’s wedding, she’d taken my breath away. I kiss her knees, her thighs. Her hands at my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin, I don’t dare look up. In front of me is heaven wrapped in sheer black panties, with an obvious wet spot, I lick my lips.

  “So wet,” I say out loud without thinking. My hands go to the waistband of her sexy panties, grazing the material gently.

  Liz

  I’m going to pass out.

  Can a person pass out from being turned on?

  He is on his knees in front of me. This beautiful strong man is on his knees in front of me. Dear lord I’m going to pass out just from the sight. His hands trace the waistband of my sheer panties, teasing me slowly; he’s making me wait for what I want. Heightening the anticipation and I’m going to freaking pass out! His face moves up, sliding down right in front of me and I swallow hard. I close my eyes, the warmth of his breath on my sensitive skin washes over me. My heart races, my hands tremble as his hot tongue touches me, licking just below my navel, leaving me breathless and wanting more. My hands move into his hair, grabbing fistfuls. His mouth moves lower, my head rolls back as his tongue presses long and hard onto my skin. My closed fists tug his hair in response. My lungs struggle to draw in air, the sensations are overwhelming. His mouth moves lower again, left to my thigh. He presses his lips against me.

  “So beautiful…” he whispers against my skin.

  “Park…” his name doesn’t fully fall off my lips because he looks up at me. His eyes honest, caring, stirs something deep within me, taking me by surprise. This moment with him, it isn’t about sex. We might be strangers, but it’s the start of something more and I’m left speechless.

  His mouth kisses up the side of my body, higher and higher, my brain in a haze, not able to process anything other than the basics.

  Breathe in. Breathe out. Closing my eyes, I feel his hands on my body, his wet lips on my skin searing their mark in it, like paint to a canvas, my body tries to memorize the feeling. I arch up, trying to press closer to his. Rubbing my bare chest against his, the friction is so damn good, I can’t keep my eyes open.

  His mouth is at my neck, whispering hoarsely against my skin, words I can’t make out because my heart is beating hard in my ears. That is until he stops. He stops kissing and touching me, his body a hair away from mine, but not touching.

  “Open your eyes, angel.” He tells me and I do. Once again I am charmed by him, enchanted by some kind of spell. Standing in front of me, looking at his chest, I stare up until our eyes meet.

  His big warm hand caresses my face, “So damn perfect.” His voice deep and eyes warm, I swallow hard.

  “Hardly,” I whisper, his eyes turn molten as he shakes his head.

  “You are…the way you feel in my hands…,” he says as his other hand roams lower, into my ruined panties working their way gently into my folds.

  “Oh my…,” I pant out as he slips into my heated wetness, his head going into the crook of my neck.

  “So tight… Liz,” he growls, making me shiver as he slowly works his talented finger in and out of my body as I hold onto him. Hold onto him tightly, every muscle in my body tight and tense with each stroke of his magical fingers. My skin is burning hot, flushed as I tremble against him. I whisper his name over and over again. My body’s on edge, on the brink of a strong orgasm and he pulls his fingers out of my body and I whimper looking into his eyes. As I am about to complain, I watch as he brings his glistening finger to his mouth, sucking them clean. My thighs squeeze together at the sight.

  “You taste so damn good, angel.” He pulls down my panties and his boxers in a blur. Finally done torturing me with his teasing as he pulls my naked body up, my legs wrapping around his waist, my arms at his shoulders, and I smile. I can’t help it. He’s fun, sexy, charming and from the long hardness right beneath me, he really likes what he sees when he looks at me.

  He kneels onto the bed my body still wrapped in his, my eyes unable to look away from the faint stubble on his neck and jaw. Without thinking I lick and kiss his jaw, feeling the rasp from his stubble against my lips, as he moves us to the center of the bed. He lays me down and a mountain of pillows under my head.

  “Next round I’ll go slower I promise.” He says sounding frustrated as his body positions between my legs, his hands shake slightly as he’s trying to open the foil packet. Next round? Just at the thought I get wetter.

  Even as every nerve in my body is standing on edge, my body aching and begging for relief, I take the foil packet from his hands and carefully open it. My eyes never leave his handsome face. Sitting up slightly, spread eagle and naked, I should have felt exposed and vulnerable. Especially since Parker is essentially a stranger, but at this moment I am content in my own skin
and feel more at ease around him than anyone in my life. I watch as he grinds his teeth. I move my hands reach closer to his shaft. Swallowing hard, breathing harder, I look down.

  Utter perfection.

  It’s ridiculous and unfair to other men how perfect this man is. He’s long and thick, with a slight curve. The tip glistening with a bead of moisture, I lick my lips. I wasn’t one for oral foreplay, but looking at him, my mouth waters for a taste. Kneeling, bending lower, I lick the tip and hear him groan.

  “Elizabeth…,” he warns in a sexy voice that makes my nipples tighten, my breasts heavy and my core drip.

  Licking him one last time, I roll the condom over him, hoping that I'll get a chance to play with him later. The second he is fully covered, his hands go to my shoulders, gently pushing me down to the bed, his body over mine. He kisses me, hard and demanding. Oh yeah! He was certainly done with teasing and foreplay. His kisses are completely out of control and I just go with it. I give him everything his kisses demand from me.

  His tip is at my entrance, he pulls his mouth off mine, one of his giant hands cup the back of my head, his fingers are laced in my hair and it feels amazing. His forehead is against mine, I brace for him to go inside of me hard and deep, but he doesn't go inside. I try to move my hips, but it’s impossible to do anything, his body over mine, is holding me in place.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “I should be taking it slow…,” he rasps out and something about what he’s doing being sweet at this fucking moment makes my eyes sting and my body clench, “You aren’t just…,” he starts to say but I shake my head.

  “I know,” and I do. I know this isn't just sex. “Next round we can go slow. Parker...please…,” I beg without thinking twice. No playing stupid mind games between us.

  He sinks into my body slowly. Stretching and filling me in a way that I have never been before. My nails dig into his skin.

  “Fuck, angel…. you're so damn tight.” He growls, my head sinks deeper into the bed as sensations fill every pore in my body.

  “It’s been a while,” I pant shyly, feeling like an idiot.