Chapter 3
Those golden eyes drew me in like magnets, and it felt like no one else was around us. All I could focus on was him. His long, brown hair, thick, arched eyebrows, and wild, unkempt beard framing thin lips I was dying to kiss.
That was because I was fixated on his face. I was still in his arms, but I could feel the hardness of his muscles, giving me a hint of what lay beneath his clothes.
“I’m not planning on going anywhere,” I replied, feeling bold enough to be daring. After all, I had caught the attention of this man and drawn him down to me.
“What’s your name?” he asked, his eyes still locked on mine, as if we weren’t in a club surrounded by people staring at us while he held me in his arms.
“Are you sure you want to have this conversation like this? With me in your arms?”
His thick eyebrow lifted with amusement, and his lips curled into a smirk so wicked it only made him sexier.
“You don’t weigh a thing,” he said, as if to prove his point. He released the arm supporting my back and brought his hand to my face, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “And the only better way to have this conversation would be with you sitting on my lap. But I’m trying to be a gentleman here.”
A sigh escaped my lips, and his gaze dropped to them, breaking away from my eyes for the first time.
“They call me Bri, and maybe…” I leaned closer, sliding my right hand from his neck into his jacket, feeling the heat radiating from him even through the fabric. “What we need is exactly for you not to be a gentleman here.”
His eyes took on an even wilder glint, like those of an animal that had just secured its prey’s surrender. I felt a tremor in his chest, almost like a growl.
He released my legs, grabbing my butt and making me spread my thighs to straddle his hips. Without caring about anyone around us, he started walking, and people actually parted to make way for him.
I caught sight of Alice with the man from earlier in the night, and she flashed me a mischievous smile before waving a little goodbye.
I should’ve feared for my life—after all, I was with a stranger in an even stranger place. But for some odd reason, I wasn’t scared.
We entered a dimly lit hallway, and the noise quieted slightly. The lights softened, and suddenly, I became even more aware of his scent, his warmth. The smell of oak, earth, and sun—that’s what emanated from him. Though it might sound strange described this way, it didn’t feel strange. It was like a seductive, mysterious, and wild perfume, just like its owner.
Unable to hold back, I lowered my head to the curve of his neck and inhaled deeply from his skin. His hands instinctively tightened on my butt, pressing me against his body.
“We’re almost there, Bri,” his husky voice sent waves of heat and desire through me, pooling low in my belly.
I didn’t care that he was taking me into an elevator, carrying me even farther away. I focused only on licking his warm skin, feeling his hairs stand on end at my touch and the tremor in his chest return.
But when the elevator doors opened, revealing a dimly lit hallway with a few wooden doors scattered along it, I felt apprehensive for the first time. I was about to lose my virginity to a stranger.
He set me down, making our height difference glaringly obvious. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes, and even with heels, he was a head taller than me.
“If you want to back out, there’s still time,” his deep voice hit me, making me rethink my choice. “My name’s Parker, and the guy downstairs with your friend is my brother, Peta. She’s in good hands.”
“And me? Am I in good hands, Parker?”
“We won’t do anything you don’t want, Bri.”
His eyes locked onto mine, and that fire spread through my body again. What was it about this man that pulled me straight into his arms? That made me want to forget everything and throw myself into him?
Rising on my tiptoes, bringing our faces closer, and closed the gap between our mouths. Our lips touched gently for a moment, and something like recognition hit me. I couldn’t resist—I gripped his jacket, pulling him to me. His hands wrapped around my waist, and he lifted me into his arms again.
“Show me I’m in good hands,” I whispered against his lips before sliding my tongue against his once more.
Parker carried me into one of the rooms, and I heard the door slam shut behind us, the sound of a key turning, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was his mouth and what he could do with it.
I felt his hands slide down my back, reaching my hips. He gripped my butt, pressing me against his growing erection, and I moaned against his lips as his hands squeezed my bare skin.
He set me on the bed, his weight lingering over me for just a moment before he pulled back. His eyes gleamed as he took in my sprawled figure on his bed. Then he shrugged off his jacket, freeing his body from the leather and revealing a tight tank top clinging to every inch of his muscular frame.
It didn’t take long for him to rip the tank top over his head, further tousling his hair. I got lost as my eyes trailed down his chiseled abs, intricate and defined, showing how much he worked out.
I was so focused on his masterful movements, on how his biceps flexed, looking even bigger, that I didn’t notice he was taking off his jeans until the fabric hit the floor. My attention snapped to his sculpted legs and the black boxers contrasting with his body.
The bulge he displayed made me swallow hard. I didn’t need to see him naked to know he was huge—in every sense of the word.
“Scared?” Parker asked with a hint of amusement in his voice, and I forced myself to meet his eyes