Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
“F.C.?” I echo.
“Feisty Critter,” he says as he leans back, granting me better access, but summoning a pained expression to his face in the process.
Guilt stills my eager critter fingers. “Are you okay? Should we stop? This can’t be good for your knee.”
“Don’t you dare stop. My knee is fine,” he says, then proves it by lifting me off my feet.
“Parker!” I protest, but my legs wrap around his waist automatically, and oh…
Oh.
This angle is…educational. He’s even bigger—thicker—than I thought. So big we might have a little trouble at first.
But I like trouble.
It’s one of my many potentially fatal flaws.
“Put me down, and I’ll turn around,” I murmur against his lips as he kisses me again. “From behind will be easier on your leg.”
“I don’t want easy,” he says, rolling his hips in a way that makes me see stars. “If I wanted easy, I wouldn’t have spent seven months obsessing over a woman who swore I didn’t have a chance with her.” He bites my lip hard enough to make my pussy throb before pulling back to meet my gaze. “And our first time isn’t going to be from behind. I’m going to look right into those big, blue eyes while I fill every inch of you. I want to see your face when you’re coming on my cock with my name on your lips.”
“God, you’re so…” My head falls back against the wall as his mouth finds my throat again. “So good at dirty talk. How did you get so good? I didn’t dirty talk like that until I was at least twenty-eight.”
“Liar,” he whispers before sucking hard enough on my neck to leave a mark.
“No, it’s true.” My hands are in his hair—fisting, tugging the way I’ve wanted to all week. The sexy smell of him rises all around me, making my head spin. “I’m still not very good at it. The only thing I can think to say right now, for example, is that I’m not sure I’ve ever been this wet.”
He groans against my skin, and I feel it everywhere. Feel it in places that haven’t been properly touched in so long, I was starting to think they’d atrophied.
But they haven’t.
Thank God, and Leo Parker.
“I need to feel you,” he murmurs against my collarbone. “Been thinking about fucking you with my fingers every time you wiggled past me in those evil yoga pants.”
“They’re not evil.”
“They’re a crime against the roommate code.” His teeth scrape against my pulse point. “And my dick. I’ve been hard for you pretty much constantly. Was that part of your master plan to drive me absolutely fucking crazy?”
“Says the guy who keeps walking around with his shirt off and all his sexy muscles out, even though we promised we wouldn’t—oh God. Damn, Parker.” I gasp as his hand slips under my tank top.
His thumb brushes over my nipple through my bra, activating a direct line to my clit that’s so intense, I’m instantly trembling.
“So sensitive,” he rumbles, his voice going even deeper as he begins to rock against me through our clothes. “I knew you would be. I can’t wait to get my mouth on every inch of you, F.C. I’m going to edge you until you apologize profusely for making us both wait so long to get naked together.”
“I had my reasons,” I pant, clinging to him as he dry humps me with a skill that leaves no doubt, he’s going to deliver in the bedroom.
“You had a case of scaredy-cat-itis.”
“Shut up,” I shoot back, afraid it’s at least partly true.
“Make me.”
So, I do. I kiss him like I’ve been wanting to all week—desperate and dirty. He kisses me back, hard and deep, as he spins us away from the wall.
I hear something crash to the ground—sorry, ball-gag squirrel?—before I’m suddenly resting on a solid surface.
I glance back to see the changing table beneath my ass and wrinkle my nose.
“This is probably a biohazard,” I point out, even as I cup Parker’s face.
“This entire bathroom is a biohazard.” He glances up at the bondage rodents on the shelf above my head. “Not to mention kinky as fuck. Speaking of kink…” He leans in, rolling his hips again, making me sigh and scoot forward on the table, desperate for the friction. “What’s your kink, Mack? Bondage? Spanking? I know it’s not younger men, so…”
“Don’t remind me,” I say, working open the buttons on his shirt. “Honestly, not sure. What about you?” I bite my lip, but can’t resist adding with a smirk, “Aside from women who used to change your diapers, of course.”
“You wish, brat,” he says, transforming my laugh to a moan as he swats the side of my ass.
“That hurt a little,” I murmur, my nipples so hard they’re starting to hurt, too. “But I liked it.”
“I could tell, baby. Fuck, everything shows on your face.” His other hand traces patterns on my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where I need him. “And you’re probably going to show how pissed you are in a second, too, because there’s no way I’m fucking you in this bathroom. It’s just too gross. And you’re too fine for gross.”