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“Sutton, please.” Her look was unguarded and full of love. My heart swelled and I vowed to do everything to please her.
I kissed her thigh and ran my tongue over to her mound. I spread her apart and licked soft skin. I held down her legs and continued licking and sucking until I knew she was ready to come. I slowed and slipped two fingers inside. She arched her back and I moaned. Her hips greeted my thrusts, but I knew it wasn’t enough. I moved up her body so I could look her in the eye as I entered her again. She touched my face. I moved faster and faster until she had no choice but to hold my shoulders and crash into her orgasm with a shout. Her whole body shook. I wasn’t done. I flipped us so I was underneath. I slipped my hand between our bodies and massaged her pussy while my tongue delved inside her wet, welcoming mouth. She moved so that she was on her knees and her palms were on either side of my head.
“I love you,” she said, staring into my eyes.
A giant rush of feelings exploded inside me and the only thing I could do was kiss her so that she couldn’t see the emotion on my face. I was afraid of those words. Instead, I put all my energy into pleasing her. I slipped inside her first with two fingers, then three.
“Oh, my God.” Parker breathed against my cheek.
She took several deep breaths and I waited until I felt her walls relax before I moved my hand. I didn’t want to hurt her. When I started thrusting, she threw her head back and rocked against me. Nothing mattered except this moment. I felt my past and my present colliding.
I touched her face with my free hand so she would look at me. “Is this okay?” I asked.
She turned her head to kiss my palm. “Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.” Her voice was hoarse and her eyes hooded. She was in the hazy space between orgasms. It was beautiful to watch her find and embrace pleasure.
I plunged into her fast and hard. She slid her hands forward until her head rested on my shoulder. I wrapped one arm around her waist and held her against me until she came again. My muscleswere strained and I was sweating, but I wasn’t done yet. I needed to taste her again. I wanted to feel her lose control again. The more I touched her, the more I needed her. I rolled her over and kissed my way to the sweet spot between her legs. Tiny beads of perspiration covered her body. Her legs fell open and her hips lifted to greet my mouth. Her hand was on the back of my head pressing me into her. I couldn’t remember the last lover who openly took everything I gave. I ran my tongue up and down her drenched, swollen slit. Her appreciative moans encouraged me. I gently pulled on her clit with my mouth and when her thighs tightened around my head, I sucked harder until the third orgasm ripped through her body. I placed tiny kisses on her legs until she released my hair. I crawled up and pulled her into my arms. I had no words.
She clutched me, held me close to her as if she let up just a little, I would disappear. “I’m not letting you go this time,” she said.
“I know you don’t want to.” I trusted her feelings. I just didn’t trust her actions.
“I know I’m going to have to do a lot to convince you that I want you in my life, and I know I have a lot to do to make up for the way I hurt you before. I’m just looking for a chance at us again.” Her voice was low and throaty.
I shivered at her words. Was I ready to confess? Was it safe for my heart? I’d built a wall around it for so long that I didn’t know if what I was feeling was real or a fantasy. Would tomorrow be different? Just because she was here tonight, didn’t mean we had a tomorrow. Parker had a long road ahead fielding questions about her personal life from every avenue. And once the world found out the reason, they would be relentless. I didn’t answer her but ran my fingertips up and down her arm.
“What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?” she asked.
“Bill said he didn’t want to see anybody until ten. What time do you have to be home? And how were you able to get away?”
“I told my parents I was going out with my friends since Grayson was celebrating with the guys.”
Her words were a pit in my stomach. I hated lying. “How long did the lawyer say it would take for the divorce to finalize?”
“We waived the mandatory waiting period so the lawyer thinks about a month,” she said.
“That’s not long,” I said. We were both quiet. “As incredible as tonight is, we can’t do this again until after the divorce is finalized.”
“I understand.” She put her hand on my chest. “But I want you to know that our divorce has been in the works for a long time, and I’ve been thinking about you for so many years.” Her voice wavered at the end of her sentence.
I wanted to trust her, but I’d been guarded for so long. “We can wait a month. We’ve waited this long.” I looked at the time. It was nine o’clock. “What time do you have to go?”
She looked at the clock. “I still have another hour.” She kissed me softly and sucked my bottom lip into her mouth. There was something so perfect about kissing the person who taught you how to kiss in the first place. It was familiar, and incredibly exciting.
Her hands fluttered down my body, and I braced myself, knowing that I wasn’t going to last. Her mouth was hot against my cooling skin and when she ran her tongue over my clit, I bit back a loud moan. She wasn’t gentle and I didn’t want her to be. I grabbed the sheets and held on as she reminded me what I’d missed for so many years. I came twice before I had to stop her. My body was out of practice, and I knew time was our enemy. When we couldn’t delay her leaving any longer, I held her by the front door and wondered if this was real or a dream. I allowed a sliver of happiness to weave inside my heart when she said this was a new beginning and we were just getting started. Again.
Chapter Twenty-seven—The New Girl
Past
My dad left as Hayley was arriving. She high-fived him on her way in. “Kill it, Mr. McCoy.” She grabbed a Pop-Tart from the cabinet and threw it in the toaster oven. “Nothing beats the high of the first day of school. I’ve been up since four. How do I look?” She twirled in her black combat boots, ripped jeans, and a cute band shirt we’d gotten at Hot Topic last weekend.
I put my forefinger up to my lip as though studying her intently. “The perfect embodiment of an angsty teenager who hates authority. I love it.” I looked down at my athletic shorts and T-shirt and sneakers. “What do you think about mine?”
She threw the hot Pop-Tart on a plate and pointed upstairs. “Totally unacceptable. I mean, you’re the school quarterback. It’s junior year. You need to try harder.” I followed her up the stairs. She pulled out nice jeans and a popover sleeveless shirt. “This is adorable and will make you look less like the quarterback and more like a kickass junior. Also, lose the ponytail. You won’t take the field until after school,” she said.
I bought the shirt at the start of summer because it was on sale, but forgot it was in my closet. “Okay. You’re right. It’s the first day. I should try harder.” Everyone knew I was the assistant principal’s daughter and the quarterback. It was time to live up to my reputation.
“And even though you’re tan and shit, put on some makeup. Let’s show the world your baby blues.” She pinched my cheek and motioned for me to follow her into the bathroom. “And don’t wear a sports bra.”
