All Fired Up (DreamMakers) (14 page)

“It’s a work thing, and I don’t want to bore you with it.”

He swept his thumb over her cheek, sending instant shivers along her spine. “Nothing about you bores me. Now spill.”

His caress not only turned her on, it reassured her. The expression in his eyes made the biggest difference, as if he really was interested.

“I don’t think I have a superhero power. Maybe I’m just the boring alter ego, but that’s okay. I’m using my gifts to make the newspaper more tech-friendly.”

“Like a digital version?”

“Yes.” She moved back to the putting green and placed her ball on the grass. “But my program combines our old system with the new digital developments, so it costs less. Plus I built in user profiling. Means the instant you open your phone, you get updates aimed at your interests.”

“Pictures of you in skimpy outfits?”

Like clockwork, a flush rose to her cheeks, and Parker’s grin only got wider. “You’re bad,” she scolded.

“I’m very good. I thought we established this.”

She hit her ball harder than she should have, and it jumped from the green into the rocks beside the path. Parker solemnly fetched it for her, passing it back with a wink. “Your program sounds great. Good on you for staying innovative.”

“Sweet praise from a man who started a dating service.” Lynn sank her ball on her second try. She turned to him with a satisfied smile. “It’s true, though. You can’t assume anything these days. I turned down a promotion a couple of years ago because I saw the writing on the wall. Sure enough, within six months the entire department was axed, and ninety percent of them got laid off.”

“Sucks for them, but you were right on the money in your decision.” Parker squeezed her arm, his fingers lingering as he moved past her into position for the next green.

He tapped his ball. It rolled all the way down the green, bounced off a sidewall and straight into the hole all in one shot. He did a victory dance, catching Lynn in his arms and twirling her until she was laughing so hard she couldn’t catch her breath.

The next hour vanished in a happy blur. They finished their golf game and moved to the go-karts, spinning around corners as Parker pulled one fast move after another, always slightly ahead of her no matter what she did.

“I want to see you on 280 during rush hour.” Lynn dragged her fingers through her hair in an attempt to straighten the tangles after the high-speed game they’d just finished.

Parker stroked his knuckles along her cheek before tucking a loose strand behind her ear. “I know how to get the job done.”

Her heart rate picked up. A simple touch and she was already craving more. God, this man had cast a spell on her.

He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers briefly before stepping back, those observant eyes dancing over her face. “Are you hungry?”

What she wanted to say in response wasn’t very PG-appropriate, and since they were currently standing in the middle of families and teens, she swallowed the dirty and said, “Starving.”

It wasn’t a five-star gourmet restaurant, but with his arm around her waist and his masculine scent surrounding her, every one of her senses was in overdrive. Add in the aroma of popcorn and corndogs, and her mouth watered.

Parker kept her tucked tight to his side as he ordered enough food to feed an army. His palm pressed against her lower back, warmth rising along her spine in the most delicious tease. His fingers slid to her hip then away as he shifted to pick up the tray. Lynn hooked a finger into his belt loop, trailing behind him as he maneuvered through the mass of laughing, screaming children and their parents.

He guided them out of the restaurant area and toward the back of the park.

“Where are we going?” Lynn asked.

“Picnic area.” He glanced at her, lips twisting into a smile. “Little quieter, and a lot more private.”

They ended up under a tree, his jacket spread out as a picnic blanket for the assortment of carnival food he’d purchased.

Lynn sank her teeth into a fully loaded hotdog, the burst of flavors making her moan happily as her eyes rolled skyward. “Oh, that is so good.”

Parker held out a container toward her. “Here, try the cheese sticks.”

She licked off a bit of sauce from the side of her mouth as she pulled a couple from the container. He watched, mesmerized, as she took a bite. Every swallow, every taste, his gaze remained fixated on her lips.

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 fingers 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.