Found in Us (Lost 2)

I’m fidgeting with my fingers, avoiding looking at him.

“Jess, I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’ve been in meetings almost constantly. I got out of the office at two o’clock in the morning yesterday and went back at six o’clock.”

“How...how did it go?”

“Hard to say, but I think they’ll buy.”

“Wow, congratulations.”

“That’s not why I’m here.”

I swallow, then look him straight in the eyes. “Why are you here?”

“Because I was a fool, Jessica. And I’m prepared to do anything to earn your forgiveness.”

I’m so relieved that I might faint. Instead, something equally embarrassing happens. I tear up. I try to hide it, but Parker catches on. He wraps his arms around me, and I hide my face in his neck.

“Sweet girl, what’s wrong?”

I stand like this, in his arms, inhaling his scent. It’s easier to talk this way.

“You hurt me, Parker.”

“I know. I am so sorry.”

“But even though your meth

od sucked, I do have a past, and it could hurt your reputation and your business, and... you could have any other woman, someone who wouldn’t cause you trouble.”

“Jess, you’re the one I want. The only one.” He tightens the hug, but then he pulls back, cupping my face. “I love you. Only you. You’re the one for me.”

I still. “Parker...”

“I love you so much, I can’t even see straight. I have no excuse for hiring someone to look into you. I wasn’t looking for a reason to distrust you, I just... I wanted to know more about you, and that was a convenient tool. I’m sorry. It’s true that I’m generally distrusting of people... or at least I was before you showed up in my life. But you’ve changed me, Jessica. You must know that, right? I know I’m unworthy of you, but I love you.”

“Why...”

My words trail away as I realize why he thinks that. It's the same reason I was convinced I was unworthy of him the night we fought. Because deep down, both Parker and I think we aren't worthy of love. At least, that’s what I thought. When I see this man looking at me with such adoration, I feel deserving of it. Somewhere between making me quit smoking and showing me that we can have our own little heaven when we want it, Parker has taught me that I deserve love. I can only hope I managed to do the same for him

“Please forgive me,” he murmurs.

I nod, still stuck on his previous words. You’re the one.

“I forgive you. And you do deserve me. Never say you don’t. I love you with all my heart.”

"Lucky I have you to view things in a different light, and make everything seem brighter, don't I, Jessica?" he asks and the edge in his voice betrays how much he fears I don't belong to him anymore.

"Yes, you have me, Parker. You do now, and you always will."

"Good," he says softly. "Because I have a feeling I'm always going to need that light of yours." There is a brief pause, and then he adds in a lower voice. "I'm sorry I had someone investigate you. I wanted to tell you, but I was ashamed. And honestly, I knew it would upset you, no matter what.”

He kisses me, and I kiss him back with all I have. I’ve missed him so much. It’s been only two days, but I feel as if it has been much longer. I’ve been so afraid that I’d lost him.

He walks me backward, past the couch, into my bedroom. My skimpy dress falls to the floor, followed by my underwear. Parker’s suit doesn’t last much longer. I want to touch, and feel, and lick, and love. I want to love every part of him, and feel his love right back. Parker lays me on the bed, and kisses every inch of my body, torturing me. Then he spreads my thighs wide, and feasts on me, licking my clit, pulling it between his lips until I cry out his name. He doesn’t stop after that, but nuzzles my clit with the tip of his nose while his tongue dips inside me. When he shifts his position on the bed, I see my chance to pleasure him at the same time. I move on the bed until my face is level with his erection, and I take him in my mouth, going so deep I feel him at the back of my throat. Parker groans, and we look down at each other between our limbs, locking gazes. I bob my head up and down, clamping my lips tight around him.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you. Now.” He pulls out of my mouth, then shifts us again on the bed until he’s on top of me. He captures my mouth with his at the same time he enters her. He moves slowly, making sweet love to me. I can’t stop touching him. His arms, his back. Cupping his buttocks and pushing him even deeper inside me. The rhythm of his lovemaking intensifies until it becomes wild and relentless fucking, and we don’t stop until we both climax.

Parker rocks me in his arms after that, kissing my shoulder and neck.