Stealing Parker
“What are you thinking about?” I ask.
He glances around at the pavement. “I was wondering where exactly Henry found that hot pink dildo.”
I slap his chest, making him laugh, and we move closer and closer.
He loosens his grip on me, and begins to pull away, looking hurt, so I get up on tiptoes and lightly peck his lips. Because I want to. Tingles rush over my skin, and he moans from deep in his throat. We break apart and smile at each other.
“More?” Will whispers, then gives me another quick kiss. My hands are in his hair, and his eyes are hazy with happiness. “What did you lie about?”
He digs fingers into my waist and yanks me closer, acting all sexy alpha male.
“I was getting there,” he replies with a husky voice, sweeping his hands over my back. “Love, I mean.”
He nods, brushing his lips against mine. “Could you get back?”
I can do whatever I want.