Mixed Up(52)

I couldn't. I was frozen. Unless someone knocked on the door and interrupted us, breaking the moment, I couldn't do a damn thing.

I sucked in deep breath as he took another step into me, inching closer until his leg was just creeping between my knees. "You have to stop," I whispered.



       
         
       
        

"Why? Because I'm your employee or your brother's best friend?" he murmured back.

That was the million-dollar question, wasn't it? Why did he have to stop?

"Both. One kiss is an accident. Twice is a mistake."

"Now say it and mean it." He hadn't moved since he'd slipped his leg between mine, but my entire body burned with his closeness.

My chest was tight. I couldn't breathe. The words were there, lying on the tip of my tongue, ready to fall, ready to scream their way toward him.

Stop. It's wrong. All of this is wrong.

But, they didn't come. They were stuck, because I didn't want to say them.

It was all semantics. His closeness with my brother, the fact I employed him-they didn't matter in this moment. All that mattered was the way my skin still tingled where his thumbs had brushed my wrists and how quickly my heart was beating.

What was this?

What was happening?

I had no clue. I just knew I didn't want it to stop.

"I can't," I whispered, gripping harder onto the desk. My gaze dropped to where his shirt stretched over his shoulders. The fabric hugged his muscles like it was made for him-and to distract me.

Parker's hands slipped over my legs and under my skirt. Slowly, his thumbs probed my skin on my inner thighs, almost as if he were testing how far he could go before I'd make him stop.

Goosebumps came to life and prickled over my legs. From my hips to my ankles, I felt them come up in a wave with a shiver, and this one, I couldn't contain. It wracked my body in a quick hit that made my lips part with its intensity.

Parker smiled. One hand escaped from beneath my skirt and crept up my body. He ghosted his fingertips across my collarbone and along the side of my neck until he'd taken my jaw in his hand. His touch was feather-light, just gentle enough to be teasing, yet strong enough that I could feel every inch of his fingers as they rested against my skin.

"Still a mistake." Once again, the words fell from me as a whisper. It was too light and breathy-I'd intended the words to be firm and steady, but the way my body was reacting to him had let me down.

Again.

"Still doesn't sound like you mean it," he murmured, dipping his face close to mine. "Stop talking, Raven."

"No."

"I'll make you."

I knew exactly what I was doing when I said, "So make me."

He did.

He closed the distance between our lips and kissed me. It wasn't like before. There was nothing gentle about the way he pressed his mouth to mine and moved his hand so it slipped into my hair. There was nothing soft or tentative about the way he pushed his body between my legs and flicked his tongue between my lips to meet mine. 

But, it was just as easy. Just as right. Just as perfect as it'd been before.

Maybe more, because as I grasped at his shirt to pull him closer, desperation tinged the air. It swirled around us with each kiss, each touch, each breath we gasped for between those very kisses and touches.

I couldn't pull him close enough. I couldn't bring his body close enough to mine to satisfy the heat that pumped through my veins. He'd put the heat there and now it seemed like there was nothing he could do as he gripped my hair in his strong hand and pressed his hips against mine.

His cock, hard and thick, pressed against my lower stomach. My clit throbbed, and a wave of need washed over me.

I didn't want this to stop at a kiss.

I wanted everything.

Maybe it wouldn't change how badly he annoyed me. Maybe it would be dangerous, the ultimate risk right now, but I didn't care. All I cared about was the fact he was kissing me and he wanted me-and I was kissing him, and I wanted him right back.

I slid my hands up his body as he pushed me back on the desk. Something fell to the ground to the sound of pens scattering across the floor, but neither of us stopped to pick up the mess.

Parker parted my legs and flattened his hand on the desk right by my hip. As he pulled away, I could barely catch my breath, and the dark glint that flashed in his eyes made me shiver. There was something wild about the way he looked at me, about the way he wanted me.

His hand was still firmly buried in my hair, still gripping tightly, when he brought his mouth to my ear. "Tell me not to kiss you again," he whispered. "Tell me not to fuck you...Boss."

He was being cocky, and I knew I should. Stop was the only word that should have been able to leave my mouth, but instead of doing what he said, I whispered right back, "No. I won't."