Parrish takes my face in his hands again, and I can’t help but feel a little flutter at how well it fits. It’s as if his palms were crafted to hold me like this. He takes my mouth with his, and that’s it. Nothing else in the world matters. It’s just me and him, wrapped up in our feelings for one another. It’s warm inside this cocoon, and nothing like I’ve ever experienced before.
“More than worth the risk,” Parrish tells me, his lips moving against mine. I let my head fall back as my eyes close, my tongue dancing against his as we kiss like long-lost lovers reunited. It’s been a week since we last kissed, but it feels like a century. “Fuck, you taste good. And you smell good, too. Are you sure you’re not wearing any perfume?”
“Are you sure you’re not rolling around in dew-kissed clovers every morning?” I retort, and he chuckles at me, nuzzling against my face and then reaching out to grab a handful of condoms from the dresser. Not sure how many he thinks he needs, but damn, I appreciate the enthusiasm.
“Come.” Parrish pulls me over to his bed, falling onto his back and dragging me on top of him. He feels so alive beneath me, like his entire body is thrumming with electricity. It creates a current between us, lighting me up, turning me on, making me hyperaware of every place our skin touches.
I sit up, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. This time, I’m prepared. I have a super sexy bra—
“Are these Super Nintendo controllers printed on the fabric?” Parrish asks, squinting at the design. Oh, that’s right. I put the comfy bra on for my talk with Tess, and I was going to change it later just in case … Shit.
“I’ve got a black lace one in my room; I’ll just go and—”
“You’ll do no such thing,” he warns me, pushing the sports bra up and over my breasts. I stop breathing for a moment, the feel of the air against my nipples a startling sensation. This is the first time anyone’s ever seen them bare. Parrish waits for me to untangle the bra from my hair and toss it aside before sliding his inked hands up my body with a special sort of reverence. “How is it that I find everything you do sexy?”
“You’re into dorks, I guess?” I query back, but the joke falls flat. I can’t possibly make jokes right now, not after the emotional rollercoaster I’ve just been on. Not with Parrish’s dark eyes taking me in like he’s committing my body to memory. “I’m unapologetically dorky, that’s for sure.”
“Unapologetic,” he murmurs, sitting up enough that when I lean down, we can kiss. My hair falls forward, blanketing his chest as I grind my hips against his taut stomach. “Fuck, that feels nice.” He pauses and glances at the nightstand where the pile of condoms is waiting. “It’d feel even better if you weren’t wearing anything at all.”
I roll off to the side, lying beside him on the bed as I kick off my pants and underwear (before he can see that they’re a matching set to the bra). I’m so focused on getting the items off that I don’t notice him watching me until I’m fully naked.
Parrish looks me up and down, lying on his side with his head propped in his hand, his elbow resting against the mattress. Slowly, carefully, he reaches out and runs his palm over my right breast, making my nipple tingle with the contact. He continues down, stroking my belly and then venturing further until he finds the hot, aching spot between my thighs.
He leans down and kisses me again, at the same time petting my clit with his thumb and making my body thrum. I arch up into his touch, encouraging him without words to keep going. If I were thinking clearly, I might remember that Chasm is likely in the house somewhere falling to pieces. Tess is in her office pacing a rut in the floor. Lumen is missing.
But a spell has been cast, one that holds both me and Parrish in its thrall.
He continues to play with me, taking cues from my body, from the breathy sighs that escape my parted lips and fall right into his. We never stop kissing, not as he strokes me into a frenzy, not when he slides first one and then two fingers in. It’s like we’re living off each other’s breath, like our hearts are pumping each other’s blood.
“Faster,” I murmur, and he grunts, beyond words at that point. When I look down and see his inked fingers pushing inside of me, my entire body flushes red. My face blushes; my tits blush. I can’t seem to stop staring as Parrish moves his mouth to my neck, picking up the pace, thrusting harder and faster and deeper. “Wait, wait, wait,” I gasp out when the pleasure gets to be too much. He pauses for a moment as I lift my right hand to the side of his face, digging my fingers into his thick hair. “Let me do you.”
