All Fired Up (DreamMakers)

by Arend, Vivian

  It should have made her feel uncomfortable, but instead his obvious fascination sent her temperature soaring. “Are you going to have something to eat?”

  A low rumble escaped him.

  Lynn licked her fingertips one after the other, looking up with her pinkie still in her mouth to find Parker staring as if being tortured.

  He swallowed hard, adjusting his position beside her. “You don’t play fair.”

  “Were we playing another game?” she asked primly, pleased to hold her own in teasing him. “I could have sworn we were having dinner.”

  He leaned over, planting a hand on either side of her hips as he pressed his chest over hers and pinned her to the ground. “Just so you know,” he warned, “I plan to have you for dessert.”

  Low, needy. The words forced out as if he could barely restrain himself.

  “I can’t wait.”

  His lips touched hers before she’d even finished speaking, his entire torso held above her body. She wasn’t locked in place by his weight, but by the sheer heat of his presence. Lynn squirmed, arching up to make contact with his firm chest, threading her fingers into his hair and urging him to take the kiss deeper.

  Her nipples were trapped under the confines of her bra cups, providing far too little friction when what she wanted was skin on skin. Parker slowed, lazily exploring her lips with the tip of his tongue. He pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth before retreating to his side of their picnic feast.

  “I have to stop now, or we’ll get thrown out.”

  Lynn worked to steady her breathing. She picked up her strawberry milkshake and took a deep drink while she fought for control. The sweet, cold concoction slipped down her throat smoothly, but all she could think about was the craving she had for more of his heat. “We could go somewhere else…”

  “And miss the fireworks?” Parker stroked her leg slowly, fingers light on the line between the bottom of her skirt and the length of her bare leg. Teasing, tiny motions that made her squeeze her thighs together, desperate for relief.

  Her fingers tightened around the cool container in her hand. “I’ve never known anyone like you before.”

  That needy rumble he made sounded again, bouncing off the ache building deep and low in her belly. “Just a guy who can’t keep his hands off the gorgeous woman he’s been craving for hours. If I were more of a gentleman I’d take you for coffee or dessert now, some place where we could talk more, instead of planning the quickest way to get you out of your clothes.”

  “We’ve been talking nonstop for the past two hours,” she pointed out once the delicious shiver stopped racing over her entire body.

  “Yup, and I’ve enjoyed every second of it.”

  “Good. So now let’s get out of here and enjoy something other than talking.” Lord, where was this brazen confidence coming from?

  The intense fire in his eyes was back. As if the most important thing on his mind was stripping her bare and nibbling her from one end to the other. “Remember that comment I made before about you not playing fair?”

  Lynn got up on her knees. With her hands on her hips she gave him her best naughty expression, too turned on to even consider how raunchy the words would sound until she actually whispered them. “Please, Parker. Please take us somewhere so I can suck your cock.”

  “Fuck.”

  He had their picnic packed up, his jacket back on, and her by the hand in under a minute. Her cheeks were furiously hot, but in spite of that she laughed at his eager rush. He joined in, the two of them dodging people as they raced to the parking lot.

  “We can talk while we have sex,” Lynn offered. “Does that make it better?”

  He stopped her in the middle of doing up her seatbelt, his hand catching her chin as he kissed her again, hard enough to make her lips tingle by the time he pulled away far enough to stare into her eyes.

  “You’re going to be too busy with your mouth on my cock to talk.”

  Well, now. That would be fine, too.

  So much for showing any kind of restraint. Although from the way Lynn was eyeing him, she wasn’t too disappointed in their date so far. Parker grinned. Then he spent the next fifteen minutes fighting to keep them safe on the road.

  Lynn seemed determined to destroy not only his concentration, but his mind. She changed the music station, turning it from his usual classic rock to a slow jazzy beat. The tempo matched his heart rate, a low, seductive melody wrapping around them, the pulse of drums sending shivers along his spine.

  Lynn toed off her sandals. “Mind if I put my feet up?”

  Oh hell no, he didn’t mind at all. “Be my guest.”

  He headed toward his goal, eyes fixed on the road while his peripheral vision got a workout. He started at her brightly painted toenails, admiring her ankles and the smooth curve of her calves. She pushed the seat back, the angle of having her feet up on his dash meaning the edge of her filmy blue skirt slipped, exposing more of her luscious legs.

  Legs that went on forever. Parker snuck a hand over and gently touched her thigh. So soft. She was so soft he couldn’t resist stroking back and forth, just the slightest motion.

  She hummed, low and long, her satisfied tone mixing with the music and acting like a lightning rod to his cock.

  “Where are we going?” she asked.

  “Lookout.”

  So much for talking while they had sex. Parker’s mental synapses were already pushed to the limit. He made it into the parking lot and pulled into an empty space, away from the one other vehicle that was also precisely parked to give maximum privacy. He shut off all the interior lights, making it more difficult for anyone to catch a glimpse of the wicked activities that were about to happen inside the car.

  “Is this a make-out spot?” Lynn teased, pulling her legs under her and leaning forward to eagerly peer out the front window. “Oh, hey, you can see the ocean from here. Which part—?”

  Parker released his seatbelt. He pushed his seat back as far as it would go, grabbed her by the waist and hauled her unceremoniously onto his lap.

  Luckily she was just as eager, her lips on his neck as she worked the buttons of his shirt. Parker cupped her ass, squeezing as he adjusted her over him, lining up her soft warmth over the rock in his pants.

  He dragged her over his erection a couple of times before she kissed her way to his mouth and their tongues met. Tangling together as she tugged his shirt free from his pants so she could push the material back and over his shoulders.

  Lynn broke them apart, chest heaving as she breathed rapidly. “I’m ready. We don’t need more foreplay.”

  Fuck. That kind of announcement he did not need, not when he was attempting to make this first real date memorable. Parker squeezed his eyes shut, hard enough to see stars, telling his dick to behave.

  When he opened his eyes again, she wore the wickedest expression. “You really are evil,” he scolded.

  He crunched her skirt higher with his fingers before reaching between her legs, intending to jerk her panties to the side.

  She wasn’t wearing anything under her skirt.

  “Surprise.” Lynn moved against his hand, wet heat drawing him like a magnet as he separated her folds with his fingertips.

  “Nice surprise. Perfect surprise. A fucking perfect surprise.” Parker lowered his gaze so he could watch his fingers disappear into her, his thumb centered over her clit. “You’re so pretty down here. Soft, and smooth. So tight. When I put my cock in you the other night, it was like slipping into heaven.”

  Lynn rested her hands on his shoulders, lifting her hips enough to give him room. “I liked it, too,” she breathed.

  “Liked? I’ll have to work on improving that. Because I loved being inside you. Your cunt so tight around me, hot and wet and so fucking amazing.” He added a third finger and pushed deep.

  She gasped, but a moment later she was moving with him again. Hips bucking forward as if trying to get even more contact. He increased the tempo of his thrusts, his f
ingers slick with her moisture.

  Parker pressed harder with his thumb, and she broke. Her orgasm locked down on his fingers as she moaned softly, cheeks flushed and expression hazy.

  All his plans for sweet words and gentle caresses went out the window. All finesse gone, he tore open his jeans and rolled a condom onto his aching cock. He caught her by the hips and yanked her closer, lining them up intimately.

  He cupped the back of her head with his free hand, searching her glazed eyes. “You with me?”

  For an answer, she tilted her hips into the perfect position and sank all the way down.

  Parker’s head hit the back of his seat, absolute pleasure whipping through his system and making teeny pom-poms wave in his brain.

  Lynn lifted her hips slightly before dropping again. And again. By the time he had regained enough brainpower to move his hands under her ass to help, he was near the breaking point.

  “I really hope you’re close, because I’m fucking dying here,” he groaned.

  She looked incredibly pleased with herself as she dipped her head to kiss him. “I like seeing you like this.” She nipped at his bottom lip. “You look so sexy when you’re trying not to come.”

  “Yeah?” He groaned again when she rotated her hips. “Well, you look sexy when you’re coming. So be a good girl and do that for me.”

  Clinging to the last threads of his control, he brought her high enough his cock clung to the sweet heat of her labia before thrusting his hips up to drive them together like pistons. Faster, harder, until his name jolted past her lips on every move.

  “Par-ker. Par-ker. Par-oh, oooh—”

  She dug her fingertips into his shoulders, crystal eyes going soft and dreamy as she came around his cock.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Give me your pleasure. That’s what I wanted to see.”

  If he could have, he would have done it all over again, and then a dozen more times, until she was limp and so sated she couldn’t walk. But with her pussy tightly fisted around him, he didn’t stand a chance. He let go of the leash he’d held, and his climax ripped free, shattering his concentration. He hauled her hips down as far as possible, buried so deep he never wanted to leave, shuddering as hot waves of pleasure rippled through him.

  She dragged her nails over his shoulders and up his biceps, and another pulse hit. “Lynn…”

  He kissed her, and her wet and eager lips met his as she stroked his upper body. Slowly coming down from the high they’d shot to. Breathing easing. Bodies tangled together intimately.

  Lynn kissed his cheek, her smile bursting free along with a low laugh.

  “What?” He nuzzled her neck, nowhere near done touching her for the night.

  “I promised you a blowjob.”

  “Ha!” His cock was still hard enough that when he rocked his hips, she sucked in air. “I’m so disappointed. Not. Besides, I promised you fireworks.”

  Two warm hands cupped his cheeks, turning him to meet those beautiful blue eyes. “Trust me, Parker. I saw fireworks.”

  Chapter Nine

  “There’s a woman here to see you.”

  Didi’s voice floated from the intercom at nine o’clock Monday morning, jolting Parker out of his Lynn-centered thoughts. His preoccupation with the woman made focusing on work out of the question. He had two questionnaires he was supposed to go over, but all he’d done so far was sit in his armchair and think about Lynn.

  He had to force his brain into check as he reached for the phone, but Didi spoke again before he could answer. “She says she has an appointment, but I don’t see it on my calendar.”

  Parker didn’t miss the accusatory note in his receptionist’s voice, as if the woman suspected him of inviting a girl to the office for some hanky-panky. Or hiring a hooker.

  He flopped into his desk chair and moved the computer mouse in order to get rid of the screen saver. A second later, he studied the online calendar, and sure enough, their morning was wide open. They had several afternoon appointments with some new potential clients, but nothing scheduled before noon.

  He pressed the intercom button. “What’s her name?” he asked.

  “Susanna Jones.”

  Lynn’s friend. Parker wrinkled his brow, then barked a quick order at Didi. “Send her in.”

  Footsteps neared the office, and he rose from his chair just as the door swung open and Suz walked inside. Her green eyes glimmered with amusement as she closed the door behind her.

  “Charming secretary you’ve got there,” she cracked. “I thought she was going to frisk me.”

  He smiled wryly. “We don’t have a lot of female clients. Didi probably didn’t know what to make of you.” He rounded the desk and eyed her curiously. “So what brings you here?”

  “What do you think?”

  Licking her lips, the curvy blonde began unbuttoning her fitted blue gingham shirt.

  Parker froze.

  Oh shit.

  Shit, shit, shit. What the hell was she doing? Had he given her the impression the night at the bar that he was interested in—?

  Lynn’s friend suddenly burst out laughing. “Oh, relax, hon. I’m just messing with you. I’m here for the interview.” She quickly snapped the two buttons she’d undone back into place. “But good boy for not leering or being creepy—if you’d made a move, I would have had to tell Lynn, and trust me, she wouldn’t have liked it.” She frowned. “Though you didn’t have to look so horrified by the idea. So I guess I’m happy-insulted by your response.”

  He felt as if he’d stepped onto a carousel, his mind was spinning so hard. “And I’m confused. What interview are you talking about?”

  Suz’s forehead creased as she set her purse on the couch. “Dean didn’t tell you?”

  “Tell me what? I haven’t spoken to him since Friday.”

  Now that he thought about it, he probably should have checked in with his partners this weekend, but he’d been too busy helping his folks. Parker and his dad had spent all of Saturday and most of Sunday making his sister’s bedroom livable again, a tough feat considering Patrick Wilson had decided to turn the room into a man-cave after Pepper had left for college.

  With Pepper coming home soon, Parker’s dad was reluctantly forced to give up his foosball and classic Ms. Pac-Man, at least for a little while.

  “And what, you don’t check your email either?”

  He glanced at Suz with furrowed brows.

  She rolled her eyes. “I emailed you Friday afternoon, and cc’d Dean and your other partner. Dean was the only one who got back to me.”

  “Shit, I left the office early on Friday. The email must have come in after I’d gone.”

  “Well, Dean and I went out for drinks last night. I told him what my editor’s looking for, and he said you guys would be interested.”

  “You went out for drinks with Dean?”

  “Yep.” She snickered when she saw his wary expression. “We didn’t wind up in bed, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Now she looked slightly bewildered. “Actually, I’m sort of surprised it didn’t happen. The two of us were swapping sex stories all night, and somehow never ended up writing our own. Weird, huh?”

  Before Parker could answer, the intercom crackled on and Didi’s voice sounded again. “Parker, Dean’s on line one.”

  “Give me a sec.” He gestured for Suz to sit, then went to answer the phone. “Hey,” he said after he’d picked up. “Guess you’re calling about this interview for the Bay City Press, huh? Apparently I never got the email.”

  Dean’s irritation rippled over the line. “Fuck email. Didn’t you get my gazillion phone messages? I called you ten times last night.”

  Parker pulled his phone out. Dead. Had to have died after dinner since he’d sent Lynn a few texts around then.

  Still didn’t make him any less guilty of failing to be on top of the business side of life. He’d found time to contact Lynn, even from his parents’ place, and yet he’d ignored the growing number of messages fillin
g his inbox.

  Giving himself a mental slap on the wrist, Parker vowed to focus on business from this point on, then answered Dean with a genuinely remorseful, “Techno failure. Sorry.”

  “Whatever,” Dean grumbled. “Look, the paper is doing a piece on unusual businesses in the Bay Area. Suz mentioned our company to the features editor, and the guy was all over it. He wants to do a profile on us and publish it in this Saturday’s issue.”

  Parker had to grin. “So you scheduled an interview and didn’t bother showing up for it?”

  “Again, if you checked your messages, asshole, you’d know that I got a call yesterday at midnight from Frank Gabbert. Major SOS—the man’s had a clothing disaster for the anniversary dinner we’re planning for him and the missus tomorrow. So now I have to spend the morning suit shopping with a middle-aged plumber.”

  “Your dedication to the job is inspiring.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s your turn to show some dedication. Give the interview in my place. It’ll be good publicity.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  It was rare for Dean to issue him orders, but he had to admit, the guy had earned it. Dean had arranged for them to be featured in a major newspaper, and was personally handling a fashion SOS? Parker ought to nominate him for sainthood.

  Grinning, he disconnected the call and turned to Suz. “Dean can’t make it. Looks like it’s just you and me.”

  She arched a brow. “Good. Now I can grill you about your intentions toward my best friend.”

  Parker was not the least bit fazed. “Grill away.”

  A moment later, he’d settled in the armchair, with Suz sitting across from him on the couch. They stared each other down for a moment, but clearly Suz hadn’t mastered her stern face, because it wasn’t long before she broke into a smile.

  “I like you, Parker. I really do.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Lynn likes you, too. I talked to her before I left the office today, and when I asked about her Friday date, she lit up like a kid on Christmas morning.” Suz’s voice softened. “It’s good to see her happy again. The guy she was dating before was a real jerk. But she’s too nice. She always tries to see the best in people, even when there’s no best to see.”