Found in Us (Lost 2)

His lips are pressing gently on my ear; I can feel them forming a smile. "I'd convince you to say yes." He trails one hand all the way up to my chin.

"I want you, Jess," he says, his voice coarse and low. But still forceful. Still commanding. And it does exactly what I hoped it would. It gives free reign to the desire running through me, subduing the fear and the doubt. He turns me around so my back is facing him, and slips a hand under my sweater, touching my bare skin. We both gasp when he cups my breast.

"You're not wearing a bra. It almost killed me during dinner."

"Couldn't tell," I say playfully.

"How about now?" He presses his hips against mine. Feeling his hard shaft against my butt completely does me in. I turn around and find Parker's lips ready for me. Slightly open. Inviting.

"Close your eyes," he says.

"What?"

"Do it," he whispers.

And I oblige, though still confused.

For a few seconds, I feel nothing except his breath on my lips—the hot, rhythmic beats of his breath are enough to turn my need for him into a painful ache. When his soft lips brush mine, something I haven't felt in a long while awakens inside me. Butterflies. Just a few of them at first, fluttering their wings shyly—almost as if they don't dare to. But then they dare all right, and take over like a damn hurricane, until I melt in Parker's arms. He lays me on the bed and then kneels on it, his arms by his sides, his hands balled into fists, as if he's restraining himself from touching me.

"Are you still sure, Jessica?"

I sit up. "Of course I am."

To prove it, I grab the hem of my sweater and start lifting it. But Parker grabs both of my hands, pinning me back against the bed. "No. I want to do that."

Parker takes his sweet time. With his right hand, he pushes my sweater up my chest, revealing my breasts. His gaze lingers first on my right breast, then moves onto the other. His blue eyes darkening by the second, he bites his lip, as if he'd like nothing better than to fondle my breasts, graze them, lick them.

Never mind what he wants. I want that.

"Touch me," I beg.

"I will," he muses, getting rid of my sweater. "I want to look first."

"O-k-kay," I stutter under his determined gaze.

As he unzips my jeans and starts to pull them down, I suddenly become painfully aware of my choice of lingerie—a thong with kittens on the front. Not exactly the biggest turn-on. But as I look around, desperately trying to come up with something to distract Parker, I realize he couldn't care less. Because he—quite literally—rips them apart. I gasp as the fabric cuts a bit into my left hip, but then forget all about it. Parker straightens up, his gaze traveling from my ankles up to my thighs, lingering at the spot between them. His breathing becomes heavier.

"Please tell me you're bored of only looking," I say.

"Oh, I could never get bored looking you." He looks up, meeting my eyes. "But I'm done with it for now."

With a one-arm swing, he pulls me beneath him. My skin aches everywhere his body touches mine. And it's not just my skin that's aching. My insides burn.

My core is pulsing.

He unzips his jeans expertly, pulling them together with his underwear down. I swall

ow hard as I watch him put a condom on his erection. I look at him, and begin to unbutton his shirt. "I want you completely naked, too."

"No time for that," he says.

"But I want to see you as well," I protest. "And touch you."

Parker leans forward, but I put a hand on his chest, stopping him, then start undoing the buttons of his shirt. “You teased me enough,” I say. “Now I get to tease you.”

I undo every button of his shirt with sure hands, then push it back, caressing his arms and shoulders as I rid him of the shirt. I bite my lip as I push him a bit farther away from me, so I can see him better. He’s stunning. Everything about him is. His blue eyes are now dark with desire, his dark blond locks falling loosely around his face. I run my thumb over his full lips, then trail down his neck. His statuesque torso is more perfect than I imagined in even my wildest dreams. And my dreams about Parker were quite wild. The muscles in his arms and chest are well defined and strong, yet lean. As my gaze drops even farther down, I take note of his chest moving up and down with quick breaths. He’s growing impatient. Oddly, despite my own impatience earlier, I don’t feel the need to hurry now. Not to tease him, but because I can’t get enough of gazing at him. I am insatiable. Maybe he wasn’t teasing me earlier, either, when he was the one looking at me. The little well-defined squares of his abdomen show just how much work he puts into keeping his body fit. As do his oblique muscles. They are defined by sharp lines that start from his hips and go lower and lower. I raise my head a bit, peeking at his buttocks. Round and firm, no wonder his ass looks good no matter what he’s wearing. I bite my lip even harder, and now some of the impatience that plagued me when Parker was watching me returns.

Parker must sense that because I barely have time to admire his strong, muscular thighs before he thrusts inside me. Hard and raw.