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“That’s such a relief,” I tell her. “I felt so awful, and none of it was your fault…”
Before I can finish, she takes my face in her hands and pulls me down to her. She swallows my words with a kiss.
Surprise registers in my mind for a split second before I give in to the warmth of her lips on mine. I let her take the lead, and Chloe deepens the kiss, her tongue slipping into my mouth without hesitation. Her hand slides under my shirt, her fingernails raking gently across my skin. I can’t help but moan against her lips as my own hands find her hips, pulling her closer to me.
It’s a desperate, urgent kiss. Heat pools in my stomach as she tugs at my shirt. She pulls it off and tosses it aside, then runs her hands across my chest. I’m already growing hard as she pushes me onto my back and straddles my hips, leaning down to kiss me with more fervor.
She grinds against me, the fabric creating a delicious friction that only heightens my arousal. I slide my hands under her shirt, caressing her back and then up to cup her breasts. Chloe moans into my mouth as she grinds harder against me, seeking more friction.
Before things can escalate further, though, she suddenly pulls back and gazes down at me with flushed cheeks and swollen lips.
“We should stop,” she murmurs. “We shouldn’t do this here. Lauren is just down the hall.”
“Okay,” I manage to get out, my breath coming in ragged gasps. She’s right, of course. We don’t want to risk getting caught by Lauren. Chloe rises from my lap and straightens her shirt while I sit up and put mine back on.
“I’m glad you came over tonight,” she admits while giving me another small smile.
“Yeah, we should do this more often,” I reply in an attempt to lighten the mood. She chuckles softly.
“Not the making out part, Parker,” she retorts and rolls her eyes playfully. “The talking. The clearing things up.”
“But the making out part wasn’t bad, either, right?” She blushes a bit but doesn’t deny it. “Go home, Parker.” Then, she pushes me lightly toward the window with a smile on her face.
“Just remember,” I say as I climb onto the window sill, “my promises are not just words. They mean something.”
As I jump off and land on the ground below, I hear her voice above me, soft in the quiet night air.
“I’ll remember that, Parker.”
As I walk away from the house, a sigh of relief escapes my lips. Tonight went better than I’d anticipated. Coming clean about my feelings and apologizing to Chloe was the right thing to do.
“Promises are easy to make,” her voice echoes in my head.
I intend to keep mine. I won’t hurt Chloe again—not if I can help it. As I turn around for one last look at my sister’s home fading into the distance, warmth fills my heart. I’m going to make sure she doesn’t regret giving me another chance. I’ll deal with my family stuff without letting any of it touch Chloe and taint what we have.
Chapter fifteen
Chloe
Iwatch as Parker’s silhouette gradually disappears into the darkness, his departing words ringing in my ears. I bring a hand to my tingling lips, my body still humming from our kiss.
My room suddenly feels too quiet, too empty without him. His scent still lingers in the air. I’m left aching and wanting, but I shake my head to try to clear my thoughts. It would’ve been irresponsible for us to go any further. Lauren is just down the hall, and the chances of getting caught are way too high for us to risk it.
Lying in bed, though, I can’t get my body to calm down. The fact that he came to my window in the middle of the night and brough flowers…it’s so romantic and thoughtful. That, coupled with our kiss, makes it difficult to clear my mind enough to sleep.
Biting my lip, I slip a hand down the length of my torso and into my panties. I close my eyes and let my imagination wander back to Parker.
In my mind, I’m back in his arms, reliving the way it felt when he held me and when he kissed me like he’d never get enough. I moan quietly as my fingers mimic his touch, stroking my tender flesh, my body aching for the real thing. I fantasize that he’s over me and that it’s his hand between my legs, petting my sex while he gazes down at me with his bright eyes.
“Chloe,” Parker whispers huskily in my ear as he teases me mercilessly, “you’re so wet for me, baby.”
My breathing becomes ragged as I picture him lowering his head between my thighs, licking and sucking at my sensitive clit.
My fingers work faster, my imagination filling in the missing parts: the sound of his voice, the taste of his lips, the heat of his touch. I can almost feel his body against mine, his strong arms holding me close as he takes me to the brink of ecstasy. His thumb presses against my clit, and a gasp escapes my lips as waves of pleasure wash over me.
The sheets beneath me grow damp with sweat as I clutch at them, the tension in my body escalating. I bite down on my lip to muffle the whine of pleasure that bubbles up from deep within. The image of Parker, his eyes dark with desire, is too potent to ignore.
He moves closer still while calling my name with yearning, then leaves a trail of kisses down my stomach.
