In Your Eyes (Man of the Month 6)

His brows rose, and he actually looked like he was going to laugh.

"Stop it, you jerk," she said, kicking him. Which really wasn't a good idea since she was in bare feet and the muscles of his calf were rock hard.

"Skanky, huh? Oh, this is priceless."

"Do not even pretend to not know what I'm talking about. I saw you with her. Red hair. Gorgeous. And you kissed her right in front of your condo. On the sidewalk for the whole damn world to see. Is she the reason you're late?"

"You were at my condo? Why didn't you come up?"

It was her turn to gape at him. "Um, hello? Kissing another woman? Not conducive to whole welcoming vibe."

He slid around the breakfast bar to enter her kitchen, then poured a glass of wine from the open bottle on the counter. He passed it to her, then kept it for himself when she refused it, instead looking at him like he was insane.

He took a sip and leaned back against the counter. "The jealousy's a little cute, but you might want to cut it back just a bit."

"Dammit, Parker, you said I wasn't a one off. But the way you looked at her. Like she was someone you love. It--I mean, I--oh, hell." Her voice broke and tears filled her eyes. And she turned away, only to turn back when his hands closed on her shoulders and he gently turned her around, then pulled her to him.

"Oh, baby," he said, holding her close and resting his chin on her head. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have egged you on like that."

"Who was she?"

"My sister," he said gently. "And you saw me kiss her like this." He drew her close and wrapped her in a loving hug, then pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Is that how you want me to kiss you?" he asked, his lips brushing her face as he asked the question, butterfly soft and so very enticing.

She shook her head, almost afraid to speak for fear of spoiling the moment.

"No? Well how about this?" Before she had a chance to respond, his mouth closed over hers, soft at first, and then hard and demanding. She parted her lips, moaning when his tongue slipped inside, tasting and teasing as the power of the kiss built and his fingers snaked through her hair, cupping the back of her head so that he could hold her still under the sensual onslaught.

It felt as though the kiss would last forever. As though it would erase all time, all space. That the world would drop away around them and there would be nothing left but her and Parker and the electricity of their connection.

She was breathing fast when he finally broke away, though his eyes stayed locked on her. She saw his chest rise and fall, and knew that his heart was pounding just as hers was.

Then he brushed her cheek and shook his head just a fraction of an inch. "You have nothing--nothing--to ever be jealous of. Do you understand?"

She nodded, a little frazzled, a little giddy. "I'm sorry. I just--I saw her and I thought--"

He held her. "I know. I know, and I'm sorry to have worried you. But baby, there's nothing to worry about." He tilted his head then brushed her lips. How would you feel about skipping dinner?"

Honestly, right then she would have happily agreed to stripping naked and making love on the floor. But all she said was, "I'd feel just fine about that."

His grin suggested that he knew the full extent of what she'd left unsaid. "I'm taking you upstairs now. You might want to move the sauce to the fridge. Because I intend to keep you occupied for a very long time."

"That sounds like heaven to me," she said, then squealed when he actually picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. "You nut! Put me down. If you hurt yourself so you can't make love to me, I'm going to be so irritated."

"Not happening," he said, putting her gently on the bed and going to work on her clothes. "Besides, I'd be more than happy to make love to you even if I was in traction."

She snorted, then peeled her jeans the rest of the way off and leaned over to start unbuttoning his. "Very romantic."

"Everything with you is romantic."

She just sighed, not willing to make a joke out of that, because she felt exactly the same way.

He straddled her, his already hard erection rubbing enticingly over her belly as he bent forward then gently teased each of her breasts with his fingers before lowering his mouth to suck and lick and tease and tickle.

She squirmed beneath him, her heart pounding, her inner thighs already slick with need. "Please, Parker. Don't wait. I want it fast--we can take our time after. But right now, I just need to feel you inside me."

He met her eyes, his full of desire. "Baby, I wouldn't dream of making you wait. Slowly, deliciously slowly, he eased down her body. Then he shifted so that he was on his knees and he lifted her hips, drawing her up so that his cock teased her center and her legs were spread wide. The position felt wicked and a little wild, but the moment he drew her close, his body thrusting forward as he eased inside of her, she knew this was going to be a new route to heaven.

He took her that way at first, thrusting deep inside her. Filling her so deliciously. And then, as she trembled, he shifted so that his body was hard and heavy above her. Faster and deeper he thrust inside her, and she urged him on, her fingers tight around his neck, her nails digging into him as she rose higher and higher, her body spinning out, losing touch, coming close to the sweet explosion.