Blurred Lines (Love Unexpectedly 1)

Because for all of Parker’s fussing about her food baby, or whatever, from where I’m standing, she’s pretty much flawless.

I thought I was prepared for this, but seeing her standing there all narrow waist and full breasts, I find that my mouth is dry and my brain is barely working.

Also, cock hard.

My stunned response to her body, newly shed of clothing, must give her confidence. Her nervousness melts away in front of my eyes, and it’s her turn to smirk smugly.

“Your turn,” she says sweetly, her hands returning to her waist, but this time in a saucy, provocative manner, as her right hip cocks to one side.

My moves aren’t quite as smooth this time.

My fingers manage the buttons of my jeans with ease, but in my haste to get them off, I forget that I’m still wearing shoes and socks, which ends in me having to hobble awkwardly to the bed to disrobe.

Parker cracks up at my clumsiness, and I grin as I hurl my jeans at her.

I’m horny, yes—definitely—but it also hits me that sex with Parker might be fun in a way that I haven’t experienced before.

I put my hands behind me, leaning back on the bed wearing only my boxer shorts, as I look her over and her laughter slowly fades.

She lifts her thumb to her mouth and bites her nail.

She’s nervous.

We can’t have that.

I stand up, moving toward her slowly this time until we’re standing face-to-face, chest to chest. Her bra is low-cut and black and lacy, but I force myself to look only at her face.

“Kiss me,” I say.

“Hmm?” She’s staring at my boxers. Or, more likely, the bulge beneath them.

“Kiss me.” It’s a command.

Her eyes jerk back to mine, holding just briefly, as though seeking reassurance. And then she seems to find it, because her eyes lower to my mouth and go smoky.

I take a step closer still, my head lo

wering just slightly so it’s within easy reach.

“Kiss me.” This time it’s a whisper.

Parker lifts up onto her toes, tilts her chin up, and softly—softly—rests her mouth against mine.

And then she kisses me.

I let her take control. It’s the least I can do after the way I devoured her against our kitchen wall yesterday. It’s her turn to drive.

Her palms cup my face and her lips coax mine apart. Her tongue finds mine, tentatively at first, and I groan at the goodness of it.

Parker’s arms wind around my neck, deepening the kiss and bringing our upper bodies into skin-to-skin contact.

That’s when I lose it. My arms go around her waist, my hands touching every bit of bare skin they can as we kiss hungrily.

I use my nose to nudge her chin upward so I can kiss down her neck, and her head falls backward with a groan, all that long, glorious hair spilling downward toward her butt.

I tangle my fingers in her dark waves to hold her head captive.

I’ve yet to encounter a woman who doesn’t like her neck kissed, but Parker really likes it. She’s wiggling against me all sex kitten–like, and I’m beyond hard and I haven’t even gotten her bra off yet.