All I Want(66)

She tensed and he turned his head to whisper in her ear. “Relax, that’s not where I’m headed.”

She let out a half laugh, half moan and tilted her head back for a kiss. He gave it to her. Hell, he wanted to give her everything and anything she wanted, always, and to distract that thought from creeping in, he took the handheld massager out of the wall cradle and put it into her hand.

She squirmed. “You do it,” she whispered, closing her eyes.

Laughing softly, he kissed the sweet spot just beneath her ear. “After all we’ve done to each other, Zoe, you can’t possibly be embarrassed.”

She didn’t answer, so he covered her hand with his and guided her. She moaned and started to relax again now that he was in charge.

“Am I doing it the way you do?” he asked.

Still no verbal response, though her body was telling him everything he needed to know. Stubborn to the end, he thought with a surge of lust and affection and hunger. But in a clash of wills, he never lost. When he misdirected the spray of water by about an inch, she whimpered in distress and tried to guide his hand back to where she wanted it, but he held firm.

“If you want it some other way,” he murmured in her ear, taking the lobe between his teeth, “you’ll have to hold it yourself.”

She tried to arch her hips to force his hand but he couldn’t be budged. Finally, with a huff of great frustration, she yanked the handheld from him and shifted it right where she wanted it. It took her another thirty seconds to find her groove, but he knew when she melted against him again, her hips rocking, her breath coming in sexy little pants, that she’d lost herself in the game.

And God, she was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.

When she started to tremble, a punch of lust went straight to his gut. Again he slid his hand between her thighs and while she aimed the pulsing water, he stroked with his fingers.

She came with a cry and a racking shudder. He held her through it until with a soft sigh, she leaned her head back against him and closed her eyes, making him want to crush his mouth to hers, fit his lips to hers, suck her tongue, suck every part of her.

Then she turned to face him. “Your turn,” she said, holding the handheld like Annie Oakley with a gun.

“It doesn’t work that way on me,” he said with a smirk.

“Well, I know that.” She put the massager back in its cradle so that the water once again rained down on them from above. With a naughty smile she dropped to her knees and wrapped her hand around his erection. “Luckily for you,” she said, looking up at him, “I know what does work.”

And then she sucked him into her mouth.

A groan shuddered through him as she teased him, and he slid his hands into her hair because he needed an anchor on his spinning world.

That was when she got down to serious business.

Parker let her dictate the pace as long as he could, but then she did something magical with her tongue that took him nearly to the point of no return. He tried to pull back, tightening his hands in her hair, but she wasn’t having any of that. She took him all the way and he came hard, his groan echoing between the shower walls. Unable to stand, he sank to his knees in front of her and dropped his head to her shoulder while he tried to drag air into his lungs.





Twenty-three




Wrapping her arms around Parker, Zoe held on while the shower kept them warm as they both struggled to come down. When the water turned cold, he stirred. Reaching past her to flick it off, he wrapped her in a towel and then himself.

“Holy crap,” she said, feeling dazed. “That just gets more intense and more intense. Can you imagine what it’d be like a month from now? We’ll be dead. Death by orgasm.”

“I won’t be here in a month,” he said quietly. “Maybe not even next week.”

He was right, of course. Horrifyingly right. They didn’t have a future, and damn.

She’d almost forgotten.

Wishful thinking, she knew. Just as she knew something else. She met his gaze and found him watching her, following her train of thought, and God, her chest hurt. Afraid to make this too serious, she forced herself to go with a light tone, the lightest she could get as she gestured to the space between them. “Maybe we should keep some distance until you go. A foot seems about right.”

He rubbed the scruff on his jaw, clearly working up a smile, trying to match her tone. “You think a foot of space is enough?”

She smiled. “I think anything over about nine inches should do it.”

Parker laughed and she laughed, too, but it faded quickly.

The air between them crackled with tension.

“It’s all my fault,” she said as she searched out her clothes. “I started this.”

“It’s not your fault at all. I’m pretty irresistible when I want to be.”

Knowing he was trying to keep the light-and-easy thing going for her, she let out another laugh and shook her head. “And even when you don’t want to be,” she said. “The truth is I’m out of control when it comes to you.”

“Giving information to the enemy, babe.”

She clutched her towel to her chest and heard the truth escape her. “It’d help if you stopped.”

“Stopped what?”

She’d let her smile fade. “Looking at me,” she whispered. “Touching me, smelling so good . . . and breathing.” She offered a half smile, acknowledging the ridiculousness of the suggestion. “That would be really great.”