Just Fall (The Fall Series) by Annica Rossi Page B

for a minute. Tom and Mary
are waiting,” I reminded him as my body protested silently.
    When
he followed me in I felt his eyes on me. I retreated to the far end of the
kitchen and positioned my back against the counter waiting for his explanation.
My pulse raced when I glanced over at the dangerous proximity of my king size
bed.
    Before
I knew what was happening he quickly closed the gap between us. His hands
pushed my dress up lifting me onto the counter with his body positioned
squarely between my legs.
    I
bit my lip hard as the heat of his hands on my bare thighs sent sparks of energy
pulsing and swirling through my body. He lowered his head touching his lips to
my neck, increasing the pressure slowly, deliberately. His fingers massaged my
thighs working on a path ever closer to the spot I longed to feel his touch.
Easing my head back I closed my eyes and shamelessly opened myself to him.  
    His
lips found mine, and our tongues slid together eagerly as his fingers finally
reached their goal gently brushing over the thin satin barrier of my panties.
His other hand tugged at the front of my dress, expertly exposing my breasts. I
wrapped my arms around his shoulders and inhaled sharply as his warm mouth
captured one hard peak and then the other creating a delicious throbbing
sensation between my legs. Arching into him, I moaned and his name escaped my
lips.
    He
leaned his forehead against mine as if to clear his mind and whispered,
“Shh…Lo, just listen for a minute please.” His fingers retreated, tracing lines
at the hem of my dress as he spoke, making it hard for me to concentrate. I squeezed
my eyes shut, trying to fight off the urge to touch him. Struggling with the
need for him to rip my clothes off and take me on the kitchen counter, my
thighs remained spread wide silently inviting him to take more.
    My
body tensed with anticipation when I opened my eyes again to find him staring
at me, and I watched as his tongue flicked over his bottom lip before he
continued. My finger instinctively traced the path his tongue had made, and his
eyes narrowed and his brow creased as he winced as if he were in pain.
    “I
want to carry you to your bed claim your body in every imaginable way, leaving
no doubt that you belong to me,” he said, his voice low and raspy as he grabbed
my hand and squeezed. “Don’t make this harder for me than it already is. There
are things we need to talk about first.”
    He
brought me so painfully close to the edge. My body willed him to keep going. “I
want you too, Parker. I think we both need to…give in. We both need closure so
we can move on with our lives.”
    “Christ,
Lo! Is that what you think this is about? Moving on? Closure?” He pulled away
turning his back to me as his hands fisted angrily in his hair.
    “What
do you want from me, Parker? I’m confused. Against every moral fiber in my soul
I’ve just admitted that I want to have sex with you, to close this chapter once
and for all. And that makes you angry? Am I missing something here?” I sat up
and tugged my dress back into place.
    He
stormed around the kitchen his jaw flinching. “Fuck yes it makes me angry! I
thought coming here would be a mistake, but I’m glad I did. I’ve never had this
kind of connection with anyone before. I wasn’t even sure if it would still be
there, and facing either possibility scared the hell out of me. But the moment
I saw you again I knew it did, and I knew I couldn’t lose it this time.”
    I
couldn’t breathe. My eyes were fixed on him, still pacing. Lowering his voice
he continued, “Seven years ago when I found out your mom was sick, that she
might die,” he paused, swallowing hard, and my body went stiff when I realized
where he was going, “I panicked, Lo. I knew there was nothing I could do to fix
it. I knew you were about to go through the worst pain you had ever felt in
your life, and there wasn’t a fucking thing I could do to change it, but I was
just a kid. I didn’t