Mixed Up(53)

He inhaled sharply and, running his nose across my cheek, brought himself back to meet my gaze. Eye-to-eye, neither of us moved, and neither of us said another word. Controlling my breathing was a struggle, and the deep, bassy beat of the music creeping in from the bar didn't help me with regulating it at all.

"Have you thought this through?" Parker asked me quietly.

"Have you?" I fired back.

"Yes, and it's a damn bad idea."

"So, why not just leave?"

"Because I've never wanted anyone who infuriates me as much as you do." His voice stayed strong. "And I have the unnerving urge to make you lose control."

I ran my tongue out over my lips. "Yet, here you are. Still talking. Don't you have a better use for that mouth?"

"Yes. You're about to come in it." He'd barely finished speaking before his mouth was back on mine.

This kiss was even harder than before. More desperate. Devouring. Relentless. By the time he was dragging his lips down the curve of my neck, mine felt chapped and sore, but the tingles that vibrated over my skin overpowered it.

I dropped my head back when he grazed his teeth across my neck, nipping my skin lightly. My clit was throbbing, and the wetness between my legs would have been uncomfortable if he hadn't already made his intentions perfectly clear.

He tugged at my shirt to free it from the waistband of my skirt. He'd barely pulled it free when he had my arms above my head and the tank free of my body. I was about to complain, but he released me to pull his own shirt over his head.

I didn't get a chance to admire his body as he gripped my hips and, with a step back, kissed his way down my body. I dropped my head back again, when all I wanted to do was throw myself down to lie flat on the desk. My wrists hurt with the pressure of keeping me supported. An ache that sharpened when Parker yanked on my skirt, sliding it right down without lifting my ass off the desk.



       
         
       
        

His mouth found mine as he brushed his finger over my thong. He could feel my wetness, if the smile he kissed me through was anything to go by. He didn't say anything. He just laughed quietly, especially when I tried to squirm away from his touch.

He didn't allow me to. He pulled my hips back to the edge of the desk and dropped to his knees.

This time, I reached behind me to clear anything from the desk, knocking a folder to the floor, and lay back. Right as my head hit the desk, Parker slipped two fingers beneath my underwear and pushed it to the side. I held back a gasp as he ran his fingers through my wetness, finding my clit in seconds.

He replaced his fingers with his mouth. His tongue deftly moved across the tender wetness of my pussy, circling my clit with its tip. I threw my arm over my eyes to block him from my view as he explored the most intimate part of me with his mouth.

His lips, his tongue, his teeth-gentle, hard, hesitant. He used every trick in his arsenal. It didn't matter if it was his mouth or his hands. He played me with them both, owning my body to the absolute brink of desire. He played me until I had to lower my arm from my eyes to my mouth to muffle the sound of my orgasm when it came.

Parker slid his tongue up my pussy. I lay back on the desk, my face covered, my cheeks heated with a mixture of pleasure and embarrassment. I couldn't believe what'd just happened, yet at the same time, I wasn't surprised in the slightest.

He kissed his way up my stomach. My body still trembled from the orgasm, but if he noticed, he didn't let on. He trailed his mouth up my bare stomach and over my breasts until he was standing between my legs and his cock pressed against my pussy.

His pants were still on.

I took offense to that. There was no way I was lying there, wet and freshly orgasmed, without him being as naked as possible.

I gripped hold of him and pulled myself up. At least, I think he did. He moved up at the same time I did, so I assumed he pulled me with him.

My hands slipped down his muscular arms to his waist. I dropped them further as he pressed his lips to mine. My legs ached to wrap around his waist as my fingers found the waistband of his pants.

His tongue found mine.

My fingers flicked the button open.

His hands pulled my hips against his own.

I tugged on his pants, freeing his cock.

His cock, hard and firm, almost fell into my palm. I wrapped my hands around it as my body pulled him closer. My hand wasn't enough. I wanted so much more than was being offered to me.

Come here," Parker murmured, one hand around the back of my neck as he kissed it. He pulled me up to my feet then, with smooth, easy movements, spun me around and bent me over the desk.