Kickin' It (Red Card #2)(48)

Her lush mouth pressed together in a secret smile, and then she was walking backward to the couch, her naked skin kissed the fur blanket as she pulled me on top of her.

Our mouths met with a pent-up frenzy I’d never experienced before. With a cheeky smile against my lips, she reached for my trousers.

I batted her hand away. “Not yet.”

“Yes yet.” She laughed.

“Who has the whistle, Parker?”

“Who has the boobs, Matt?”

“Touché.” I laughed and then dipped my head to pay homage to the most gorgeous pair of tits I’d ever seen. I sucked on one nipple, testing her out, wanting to see her lips part with each swirl of my tongue, each pleasure-filled bite.

“Ah.” She bit down on her lip and shook her head. “I like that, a lot.”

My body tightened as my balls drew up, sweat collected on my upper lip as our mouths joined again, not because I was overexerting myself but because the candles mixed with what was left of my self-control were wreaking havoc on my body temperature.

I lowered my fingers to her bare core, and before I even had a chance to do anything, she was moving against my palm.

I clenched my teeth.

“Matt.”

“Yeah.”

“Foreplay’s boring.”

“What?”

“Not you. Just foreplay.” She moved against my hand again and then grabbed my arm and thrust against my palm. “I want you. I’ve only ever just wanted you. Not your fingers. Not your mouth. I want you. Inside me. Deep. Now. I want to be yours.”

I’d heard of guys losing control.

I’d never experienced that blinding animalistic explosion. It consumed my body as I stood, bringing her with me. Her hands jerked down my pants and briefs, shoes were kicked off, and then I was backing her against one of the chairs, lifting her onto the table, and entering her in one smooth thrust.

“Matt!” She clung to me as her body tightened, her head tossed back like she almost couldn’t take me.

“Right here, baby, stay right here.” She tasted like vodka and longing, wet and scorching all at the same time as I thrust into her again, holding her there, pinning her against the table. I made my way onto the table, my body plastered against hers, all skin and sweat, as our eyes connected.

“Deeper.” She arched beneath me.

I moved inside her and wondered if there had ever been anything so perfect as that moment. She squeezed her eyes shut and opened them as we moved in sync and I raked a kiss down her neck. We fucked like we played. In perfect harmony. I should have known it would be like that.

Like she could read my mind.

Like I could read hers.

“I knew it would be like this. It should be like this.” She clung to me, clamored for me as she wrapped an arm around my neck then one leg around my waist.

I rose over her one last time as I felt her walls suck me dry, and when I saw her crazed eyes roll back, I pressed a finger between our bodies, hitting her sweet spot just in time to watch her climax.

“What was that?” she asked in wonder, panting after her release.

But I wasn’t done yet, not by a long shot. I eased out of her then pulled her down the edge of the table and carried her over to the couch, laying her on her back with the pillow beneath her legs. “Aren’t we—”

I sank deep, she was so slick that I was surprised I could still focus as I hiked up her legs with my arms, giving me a better angle, a deeper angle. Her eyes widened. “Holy shit, what is—”

I silenced her with a kiss, loving her innocent expression, hating that a monster once took it from her.

“Foreplay,” I said against her mouth. “Trust me, you want foreplay. You want to be ready for me, for this, for us.” I moved my hips in a circular motion then gripped her ass, driving deeper as she bent up and grabbed my face, pressing a kiss to it just as I felt her body pulse around mine. I thrust one last time, my control once again at its end.

She collapsed against the fur blanket, a smile on her face.

“What?” Why was I winded? What the hell?

“I guess you’re not old,” was her answer as I grabbed a nearby pillow that we were most definitely going to burn, and tossed it in her direction, still inside her, still feeling the afterpulses of our bodies.

No regrets.

None.

And when she said, “I want to sleep in your bed.”

I couldn’t get her dressed fast enough.

Because I suddenly saw it as ours.





Chapter Twenty-Five PARKER

I didn’t want to stay for the rest of the party. I wanted to go home with Matt. I was almost embarrassed that when I thought of home, it was his home that came to mind, and him.

Both of them a package deal.

I smiled to myself as I retied my halter top and smoothed down my dress, careful to make sure there wasn’t any evidence of what we’d just done.

I turned in time for Matt to hand me a glass of wine and lean in, like it was normal to lean in and kiss me.

Did sex make that normal now?

Could we do that?

Was it allowed?

Giddy, I kissed him back as he moaned into my mouth. God, his wine-infused tongue felt like velvet against mine. Our mouths danced along each other, and then I clung to his chest with my free hand, just as someone cleared their throat.