** Parker’s POV **
“I want you to kiss me now, Parker.”
The words knock the air from my lungs.
I don’t move right away. I’m not sure I can. She’s looking up at me like I’m something she wants, and I’ve spent days trying to bury just how badly I want her too.
“Are you sure?” I manage, my voice low, husky with restraint.
She nods, lips parted, eyes wide but steady. “I’ve never been more sure.”
That’s all I need.
I cup her face gently, letting my thumbs brush over the soft skin of her cheeks before I kiss her slowly. She leans into it, her hands gripping my shirt, and it’s all I can do not to lose control right then. I don’t want to rush this. I want to savour it. Every second, every breath, every flicker of emotion in her kiss.
Her lips are soft, warm, eager, and when I deepen the ki
