What's Left Of Me Part 22

"Aundrea? What are you doing?"

"Shh, just relax," I say with a hint of a smile in my voice.

"Easy for you to say."

I take both his hands and bring them between the black wire headboard, where I lock his wrists lightly behind. I say a mental thanks to the hotel for this beautiful headboard that has now taken part in my night of enjoyment.

"Aundrea," he says sternly.

"Trust me," I whisper before bringing my lips down to his. He relaxes, opening his mouth to me. I take the opportunity to move my tongue inside where I meet his eagerly. We move together effortlessly. I don't touch him besides our mouths. It's a slow, genuine, kiss. It's personal, sharing an unspoken conversation that our mouths have shared before.

"You taste sweet. Like strawberries," he says between kisses.

I smile into his kiss before giving him one last peck and pulling away from him. I move to stand at the foot of the bed. Making sure his eyes are on me, I reach behind and unclasp my bra, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes change from pa.s.sionate to hungry with a hint of fire behind them. It makes me feel wanted.

s.e.xy.

Placing one foot in front of the other, I make my way to the edge of the bed. With the key to the handcuffs still in my hand, I reach down to his ankle where the ball and chain are still locked. Unlocking it, I let it drop to the floor, followed by the key. Parker's still watching me intently, which makes me warm with need. Need for him. His body.

Getting on my hands and knees, I make my way up his body, stopping at his waist.

I take in the bulge that has formed underneath his boxers, and run my fingers ever so lightly up and down. At the sound of Parker's intake of breath through his teeth, I bring my hands to his waistband, pulling them off.

He's absolutely enticing, and I've never wanted anything more in my life. I would do anything for this man, which both excites and scares me.

"Aundrea."

His eyes are closed, and he whimpers with pleasure when I run my hands up his length as I trail kisses just below his bellyb.u.t.ton. I continue the kisses up his abdomen, chest, and neck. "Parker, I'm going to blow ... your ... mind."

"f.u.c.k! Aundrea, you can't say that s.h.i.+t to a man you have cuffed!"

I scoot back down his body, letting my hair fall over his abdomen. I watch as he sucks in from the tingles it leaves behind.

Taking in the sight of him, I open my mouth bringing the tip of him inside. I don't use my hands. They stay on either side of his legs.

"s.h.i.+t."

I bring him further into my mouth sliding him all the way back. His hips buck into me, causing a slight gag.

"s.h.i.+t, sorry," he apologizes between his teeth.

Bringing one hand to rest on his thigh, and the other to help me guide him further in, I ease him in and out of my mouth, slowly tasting him.

I begin to move my hand with my mouth. Slow and fast. Over and over again. I feel him tense and move my head faster, suck harder.

"Aundrea, baby, I'm going to come. Move your head."

I don't. I take him further-relaxing my throat until he's reaching the back, opening it to him.

He tenses below me and his hips give a final thrust. There is a rush of warm, salty liquid that fills my mouth. I don't wait; I swallow it down, savoring it.

"My G.o.d, Aundrea. That was ... f.u.c.king amazing."

Scooting off him, I get up and walk away from the bed.

"Where are you going? Please, do not say you're going to leave me like this, Aundrea!"

Turning around, I give him a wicked grin. "What are you going to do about it? Come after me?" I laugh, walking into the bathroom.

"I'm not kidding, Aundrea! Un-cuff me!"

Giving my mouth a quick rinse, I turn off the light and walk back to him.

"Calm down."

I find the key on the floor by my dress and unlock him.

The second he's unlocked, he tugs at my waist, yanking me down on top of him. He moves so fast that one second I'm lying on top of him and the next I'm underneath him. I feel my wig s.h.i.+ft to one side by the sudden change in position. At lightning speed, my hands fly to the top of my head, repositioning it. I'm thankful it just s.h.i.+fted and didn't fall off. It's also somewhat dark, so I know he wouldn't have seen much. I laugh it off saying something about how I hate costume wigs.

"Take it off." He reaches for it, but I grab his hand stopping him.

"I want to keep it on. It's s.e.xy."

"You are something else. Do you know that?"

"No."

"Well, you are."

Parker leans down, giving me a kiss. It's tender. Gentle. Our lips move together, but he doesn't deepen it. We just kiss, our hands entwined by my side.

"You're an amazing woman, Aundrea," he finally says, allowing me to catch my breath.

I look up at him. He's watching me intently. I can't say what I want to. What I need to, so I do what I know I can. I show him.

Placing my hands on either side of his face, I slowly lower his face back to mine, giving him a sensual kiss. I put everything I feel into that kiss. The way he makes me feel. How he has changed me and he doesn't even know. I was meant to meet Parker.

He brings out the best in me.

He brings out the life in me.

Chapter Fifteen.

I wake up just before nine. My leg is tangled with Parker's; my hand is across his stomach and my head rests on his shoulder. The covers are pushed to the floor and our naked bodies are entwined in the middle of the bed.

He doesn't move when I s.h.i.+ft next to him, pus.h.i.+ng my hair out of my eyes. The wig has s.h.i.+fted all the way to the right side, almost falling off my head. Looking over at Parker's still sleeping form, I sit up and readjust the wig-blowing out a long breath as I do. That could have been difficult to explain.

Sitting all the way up, I s.h.i.+ft my legs so they're on the edge of the bed. Just before I'm able to stand up, Parker's arms come from behind me, holding me in place, and causing me to jump and let out a small squeal.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I laugh.

"Nowhere."

"Good, then get back in bed with me."

I do. I snuggle back up next to him. Twisting my hair, I put it over my shoulder so it's out of the way.

"Aundrea. Last night ..."

Last night was amazing.

Fulfilling.

Deep.

Boundless.

Honest.

My mind fleets back to last night ...

"Aundrea."

He whispers my name between each kiss he trails down my body. I lie before him naked but for my necklace-exposed-and he tells me over and over again how he's never seen anything more beautiful.

I don't think about my port once. Not even when his fingers run up and down my body, or when his mouth nips and kisses every inch.

His fingers glide over my port eventually, when he tries to move my necklace out of the way, which causes me to freeze.

Looking down at me questioningly, I tell him it's a b.u.mp from hitting the edge of a door. It's a lame excuse, and probably not even feasible, but it's the best I can come up with on the spot, and with a gorgeous man naked between my legs.

He doesn't question me. Either he doesn't care, or he's too preoccupied with what's happening between us to question me.

The room is pitch black, so I know he can't see it to question further. I know the necklace helps too-making it seem less than what it really is.

"Please, Parker." He keeps teasing me, lightly brus.h.i.+ng my skin with his whiskers. "I want you, Parker."

Parker slides his body back up mine. When his eyes are locked on mine, he moves inside me in one, slow, motion. I feel anxious as he spreads me apart, filling me.

"d.a.m.n, baby."

I let my eyes roll back, feeling the tight sensations pull him deeper. Once he's all the way in, he doesn't move. His touch on my face makes my eyes drift open. His beautiful blue eyes are looking down into mine. My lips are slightly parted, and my breathing is shallow. With our eyes still locked, he pulls out of me, almost all the way, before he slowly moves back in. He does this a few more times until I can't take it anymore. Letting out a small whimper of pleasure, I beg for more.

I want more.

"Shh, baby." He lowers his lips back to mine. Our mouths work together as our bodies move as one-connected.

I try to pull him closer to me, tugging on his back, hips, neck, and hair.

Our bodies rock in slow motion. This is nothing hot and heavy like our first time.

This is pa.s.sionate.

Tender.

We don't need words. Our bodies do it for us.

It's beautiful.

When I feel the pressure building and my muscles tightening around him, Parker begins to move faster.

"That's it, baby." His fast movements are never hard. He continues to thrust into me gently, but with the perfect amount of force.

When I cry out his name he captures it, m.u.f.fling the sound with his lips. He finally slips his tongue into my mouth, and I meet his greedily. Not wanting it to end, I bring my hands up, wrapping them around his neck. He continues to slowly move in and out of me until he finds his own release.

We lie there panting, our bodies stuck together with our sweat.

"Parker ..."

I can't continue. I don't know what to say that would make this moment any more special. Well, I can think of three words.

"Aundrea?" he says, breaking my thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"Did you hear me?"

"No. I'm sorry, what?"

"I realized that last night we didn't use anything."

I think of what he means. Protection. What do I say? It's okay; I can't get pregnant.

"It's okay, I have that taken care of, and I'm clean." There. That's not really lying. It's honest, but vague, and I'm being very honest about the clean part. I have to have multiple STD checks with all the treatment I do.

"Well, still, I shouldn't have been so greedy. I didn't think you were coming last night, or I would have brought something."

I turn into him, resting my hands on his chest so that I'm looking down at him.

"Parker. Really, it's okay. I promise. We're good." I give him a quick kiss, then get up to get dressed.