“Get in the house. Now.”
I swallowed hard. Fuck. He must be really mad if he didn’t want to yell at me outside. But I deserved it.
I scurried up the porch stairs and into the house. Diesel came in a second later and slammed the door shut.
“Really, I’m very sorry,” I began again. “I—”
Diesel grabbed my arm firmly and spun me around so my back was to the door. He braced his arms on either side of my head and leaned into me so I could feel his warm breath on my face.
This did not feel like practice. This felt like something else entirely.
“Shut up. Don’t you dare apologize,” he said, the words coming out rough and raspy. “Not when I’m about to kiss the shit out of you for everything you said out on that porch.”
“Kiss me?” I breathed. “B-but Terry’s gone. That part of this is over. You don’t have to pretend anymore.”
He cradled my face in both his hands and smiled in a way that was gorgeous and wild and perfectly Diesel.
“Oh, Parrish. Baby, there will be no pretending about this.”
10
Diesel
I’d gone into the caseworker visit feeling stressed and frazzled. Even on my best day, I didn’t deal with unexpected changes of plans in the most graceful way. Today was not my best day.
Until Parrish Partridge breezed onto the scene and went full Papa Bear on the caseworker’s ass.
I’d never felt so supported in my life. He’d stood there with his little fists clenched and skin mottled pink while he told the caseworker that I was worthy.
I’d never wanted anyone more, and I was finally ready to take what I’d wanted so badly to be mine.
When I pressed my lips to his, it was just as exciting as the first time I’d kissed him. Despite hours and hours of making out with him this week on my sofa, I felt like I would never get enough—couldn’t possibly get enough—of his mouth on mine.
“Tell me this is okay,” I breathed into the skin of his cheek. “Please, please tell me you want this.”
He made a little squeaking noise before nodding comically. I smiled and pressed our foreheads together. “I don’t want to scare you, but I want to take you to my bed, sweetheart.”
“Oh God,” he breathed. “Yes, please. I want that too.”
I kissed him again, just a quick one to tide us over until I could get him into the bedroom, but then I couldn’t stop. I finally grabbed his thighs and pulled him up until his legs were wrapped around me so I could get us there without having to leave his kiss.
Parrish’s arms were around my neck, and his hands were in my hair. I loved seeing him lose his composure when we made out. His skin flushed and his eyes turned a little glassy. Sometimes he even started mumbling nonsense under his breath like funny little reminders to himself about not accidentally biting me or self-deprecating remarks about how he was probably doing it wrong but he wasn’t sure if he really cared since it was so good. I wasn’t sure he even realized he was saying those things out loud, but I hoped he never stopped. It was part of what made Parrish, Parrish.
I stumbled us across the room, barely missing the sofa and stubbing my toe on the coffee table. I bumped my shoulder into the edge of the doorframe, nearly tripping over my own feet in my haste to get Parrish in my bed so I could strip him down.
“Don’t hurt your big, gorgeous body,” he muttered between kisses to my neck. “I have plans for it.”
I placed him in the center of my big bed like the treasure he was and then began undoing his shirt buttons one at a time, dropping a little licking kiss on his throat and chest as I moved down toward his belt.
“Oh. Oh, that’s… okay. Yes.” His breathing was full of fits and starts which made my dick hard as fuck. His hands fluttered tentatively by his side as if he wasn’t quite sure what to do with them.
I reached out and grabbed his wrists, moving his hands to my hair. Parrish let out a sigh of relief. “I like touching you.”
I glanced up at him through my lashes. “Parrish. Touch me. Please touch me. You have permission to touch me anytime anywhere in whatever way you want.” My voice sounded rough and slow. Maybe I just wanted to make sure he got the message, because I didn’t ever want him to experience one ounce of hesitation in bed with me.
He bit his lip on a smile and tightened his fingers in my hair. “I like that.”
As I moved lower, yanking his shirttails out of his pants, he crossed his ankles behind my back and arched up into me. I moved my hands around, under his shirt to his lower back, and felt the smooth, warm skin there. “God, you’re fucking gorgeous. You make me want to lose control. You make me want to do things to you I’ve never even thought about before,” I said, licking along his dark happy trail.