He watched her body shake as her orgasm took over. She moaned and then when she was at her peak, he sucked her clit into his mouth and watched her come apart.
“Ryan, oh, god!” she screamed.
He loved that she’d called out to him with her orgasm. Her pussy drenched his face in her honey. He licked and sucked but knew it would never be fucking enough. He could live with his face between her legs.
He stood and immediately placed the head of his cock at her entrance. She was still sucking breaths and coming down from her orgasm. Her pussy clasped around him like a vise. He felt the small ripples in her sex. She was coming again.
“You’re coming just from having me inside you,” he grunted, pulled back and thrust hard.
She whimpered and clung to him, her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck. He carried her to the dining room table and set her there, her ass on the edge. She leaned back on her elbows. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and stroked hard.
“Ryan, please!”
He fucked her harder. Faster. Longer. His entire body was focused solely on making her come. He thrust in and out. She screamed the harder he drove into her. Her pussy gripped at his cock, and her body continued to tremble with each thrust.
The sound of skin slapping made him harder than ever. Knowing it was his cock sliding into her pussy that made that sound was music to his ears.
“Fuck, Parker,” he growled, his animal at the edge of his skin, his fingers turning to claws and breaking her pale flesh.
The harder he gripped her, the more she whimpered. Then she gasped, her body coated in sweat and her gaze focused on him. A soft scream fell from her lips as her pussy tightened so hard, he growled and let her take him with her. Her orgasm pulled them both in. He jerked into her. Another scream and her channel sucked the cum out of him, taking him deep and quivering around him.
He shuddered, his dick in her pussy, and his gaze on her face. She licked her lips and sat up. He kissed her then, rubbing his scent on her breasts and flicked a nipple with his thumb. She mewled and leaned into his body.
He took her to the sofa and lay there with her over him.
“I missed you,” he admitted. He hated that he had to say that, but he wanted her to know how she affected him.
She raised her head from his chest and looked into his eyes. “I missed you, too. What do we do now?”
He gulped. He wanted to ask her to be his mate. To bear his cubs. To live with him forever, but he had a feeling that wouldn’t go over so well right now.
“What do you want to do?”
A slow smile spread over her lips. “Eat some pizza and talk?”
He guessed that was better than her sending him home. He knew humans weren’t shifters. They didn’t have that innate sense of having a mate, but he would show Parker that she was the only woman he wanted. The only woman he needed.
Chapter Twelve
“What do you want to know?” Parker asked, biting on her slice of pizza and leaning back on the sofa. “I’m open to anything.”
He raised his brows and thought for a moment. “How long does it take you to put your laundry away after you wash it?”
She choked on her pizza and started laughing. “Are you serious? That’s what you want to know?”
He nodded with a grin. “Come on, spill. I can see by how clean your place is that you don’t do laundry yourself.”
“Hey!” she admonished. “I’ll have you know this place has a laundry room and sometimes I do the laundry myself,” but, she admitted, “other times, there’s a lovely housekeeper that helps me out and keeps everything going.” She raised a hand. “Before you judge. She came with the penthouse. What type of person would I be to let go of a sixty-year-old lady who’s only ever known this as her job?”
“Good point. Okay, so when you do the laundry, how long does it take you to put it away?”
She made a disgusted face. “I don’t. I wait for Ramona to come, and she does it for me.”
He started laughing and she smacked him on the side. “Fine. How long does it take you?”
He drank from his soda and pointed his pizza at her. “That’s going to be your question to me? You’re sure?”
She growled. “No! That’s not the one I want to ask.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re a cheater.”
He chuckled and ate his pizza. “Your go.”
“Fine. How often do you clean your bathroom?”
He made a guilty face and she giggled uncontrollably. “Hah!” she laughed. “I knew it!”
“I’m a busy man!”
She giggled harder. “You’re a pig, aren’t you?”
“No. I’m a tiger.”
She snorted. “Whatever.”
“Okay, my turn. What’s the craziest thing you’ve done this year?”
She thought about it for a moment and then wiped her hands. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
“Hit me,” he said and ate another bite.
“I was in Somalia setting up a new hospital. There’s so much civil unrest in that country. It’s incredibly dangerous for anyone to be out day or night.” She put her pizza down and thought back to the events of that night. “I was staying with some of my father’s friends, but went for a walk on their land. I got to the edge of their property where they had a large gate, and guards patrolling day and night.”
He stopped eating and stared at her.
She smiled and squeezed his hand. “I had my gun. My dad’s friend is the head of the defense department and a military commander. He gave me a gun and told me to use it if need be, that he would make sure I was always protected.”
“He gave you a gun?”
She nodded. “Before I went overseas, my father insisted I take self-defense of all types. From hand-to-hand combat, to shooting lessons. I’m a really good shot. I’ve been shooting and hunting most of my life.” She sighed. “My father really wanted a son, hence the name Parker, but that’s another story.”
“So what happened?”
I was by the gate and saw two of the guys dragging a young girl off. She couldn’t have been more than twelve years old. They were telling her she was going to be one of their brides.” She scowled. “I was disgusted. I glanced around, looking for the guys that patrolled the house I was staying at, but they weren’t around. So I shot them.”
“You what?” He gasped, his jaw hanging.
“I shot them. Not to kill them, but to get them to let the girl go. She was screaming for help, and there was no one around to help her. I had to do something.”
He blinked wide eyes at her. “So what happened after that?”
She laughed at how interested he was in her story. “Nothing. Because it was so dark, they didn’t see where the shots came from. They just limped away.”
“And the girl?”
She took a sip of her soda. “She did see me, but she started running and got away. The next day, she came by to thank me. I told her that it was dangerous to be out alone, much less at night.” She sighed. “She was with a friend and made the mistake of taking a shortcut home that led her to those guys. I think she learned a lesson.”