Feather Light (Knead Me) (8 page)

“It’s in . . . my purse. There’s . . . a . . . zipper inside.” Ann was still catching her breath. “My purse is on top of the desk. If you get off the foot of the bed, it’ll be to your right, at four o’clock.”

Parker followed her directions, walking in calculated steps toward the desk. After he found the purse, he felt inside until he found the zipper, and then the foil. He tore the wrapper and unrolled the rubber before heading back to the bed.

“Are you still wet for me?” he asked.

“So very wet . . .”

He wanted his orders to sound more like a request but was unable to curb the urge to exercise his power. “Spread your legs for me.”

Ann opened up for him. Parker slid in between her legs and propped himself up, supported by his hands on either side of her body. Slowly, he pushed his hips down until he was touching her sensitive skin. He teased her by aiming his tip to her opening. She bucked, eager to meet his aching erection.

“Please . . . don’t make me wait any longer.” The plea taunted his swelling pride.

In one swift move, he plunged his erection into her welcoming warmth. Her wetness allowed him to shift until her walls closed in on him. Parker gave a quick thrust, and she let out a smothered cry.

He silenced Ann with his mouth, kissing her with intense hunger and feeling very much in control now that he was inside her. Her bound hands wormed around his neck, and their bodies crashed together, adding more sparks to his lust receptors. Parker braced his body with his hands and began pounding into her with gusto.

Ann’s arousal, mixed with his, created an incredible scent around them, and Parker quickened the pace when her legs twined around his waist and linked behind him. He stroked harder, soliciting moans of delight from her as he rode her. Her cries fueled his lust. Sweating and panting hard, Parker felt her ruptured release as her body shook underneath him. He reached his own peak in a matter of seconds, as if a bolt of lightning had exploded around him.

With a groan, he landed like a ragdoll on top of her. They stayed quiet for a long time before he found the strength to roll over. Man,
mind-numbing
couldn’t even begin to describe his emotions at the moment. He felt her body tremble next to him, followed by a pinched sob.

“Ann, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Parker bolted into an upright position and ran his fingers along her face. He felt the dampness on her cheeks.

“Woo-rah,” her weak voice croaked.

Chapter 5

Really? After earth-shattering and heart-pounding sex, you’re crying?
Kelly silently scolded herself while she sought the warmth Parker’s embrace provided. She snuggled closer, loving his scent and the rock-hard chest she nestled against. Burying her face, she tried to stifle her sobs but was powerless to stop the flood of tears once the gate was opened.

“Hey . . . did I hurt you in any way?”

Parker’s eyes were gazing into hers. It made her ache to think he couldn’t see her face. There was no way he would recognize her. She felt like a heel for subjecting him to unnecessary worry. If only she could put her trust in another man again.

“No . . .”

“Why the tears?”

His hands went to her face, no doubt to feel her emotions. In the few hours they’d been together, she’d discovered his gentle nature and wondered where he had been all her life.

“Just overwhelmed, I guess.”

It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. Still reeling from their amazing lovemaking, Kelly couldn’t keep her tears at bay, because she hadn’t felt this good in a long, long time. What must Parker be thinking? On both occasions they’d been together, she’d managed to blubber like a small child. How could she tell him that she’d been lying to him all along? Well, maybe not a full-blown lie, but intentionally omitting the most important aspect of her identity constituted lying.

“Damn it! This is the part I hate.” Parker’s hands kept tracing the path of her tears to wipe them away. Although his mood had shifted, the hands on her face remained gentle and steady.

“Which part?” She looked up and found him staring at her forehead.

“I can’t see your face. I can’t make out your expression. I have to rely on what you tell me and what I can sense. It gets frustrating sometimes.”

“Why?” Kelly propped up on her elbows to watch his expression.

“I don’t think what I
see
is what I’m getting here.” He plunged his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I know we don’t know each other that well, but I feel some type of connection. Do you feel the same way?”

Kelly stiffened and looked away as an uncontrollable panic swept through her. Parker couldn’t see her face nor read her reaction, and yet it seemed like he could. All of a sudden, she felt guilty because she had no plans to tell him who she was, and as he had said himself, they hardly knew each other. What made her think she could trust him?
You went to bed with the man. What he doesn’t know about you is unimportant. 

“Ann?”

“Hmm . . .” Kelly slid out of bed and out of Parker’s range. Perhaps if she wasn’t close to him, she’d be able to think with a clear head and lessen the chance of him sensing her discomfort.

“Am I right?” She watched him angle his head to follow the sound of her footsteps. Kelly walked to the glass sliding door and slid it open, hoping to catch a whiff of fresh air and clear her mind. Instead, a wild gust of wind blew in, rustling the loose papers on the desk.
 

“Oh, crap.” She ran after the flying papers and gathered them from the floor.

“Ann, why are you avoiding my question?” Parker asked, going down on his knees to help with the pick-up effort.
 

Kelly’s gaze traveled down his naked body while he moved around,trying to gather some of the papers littered across the floor. Her eyes were glued to his form. His ass was perfect—each muscle contracting and relaxing with his every movement.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kelly stood, holding a handful of stray papers she would have to put back together later.

Parker rose to his feet, dropping the stack of papers in his hands. His proud cock dangled before him. Even in its soft state, it was a sight to behold. She drew a deep breath, fighting the sudden excitement pulsating between her legs.

He strode to where Kelly was piling the mishmash of a script she’d been reading earlier.

“Don’t play coy with me.” He placed a hand on her arm. “Please, look at me.” 

Kelly had avoided many things in her life, and this brewing confrontation was something she could do without. With annoyance she didn’t bother to hide, she turned around and faced him.

“For your information, I’m not playing coy. I don’t know what you’re referring to. If you think I’m hiding something, then you’re right. We all have secrets, and this is personal. I have no intention of telling you what it is.” Holding her tongue had never been her strong suit. She immediately regretted speaking her mind when a fleeting, wounded expression flashed across Parker’s face.

“I apologize if you think I’m prying. I just want to get to know you better . . . but you know what? Forget it. It was nice spending a great evening with you, Ms. Sutton.” Parker pivoted and walked toward the bed, picking up his clothes that were littered on the floor with his toes.

Stunned, Kelly just stood there as Parker dressed himself, finding each piece of his clothing without difficulty. Once he was done tying his shoelaces, he reached inside his pocket and speed-dialed a number. “Meet me at the front door.”

Furious at herself for ruining a perfect night, Kelly crossed the room when Parker turned in her direction. “Parker, I didn’t mean for it to come out the way it did. Please, forgive me.” How could she explain herself without blowing her cover? Things had happened so fast, and even if Parker seemed the perfect guy, she wasn’t about to bare her soul to him yet.
 

“I think you made your point loud and clear. You want to be left alone. You don’t have anything to worry about as far as I’m concerned. Again, thanks for the . . .
lovely
 . . . evening.” Parker tilted his head before he walked out the door.

Dumbfounded, Kelly stumbled forward in her haste to follow him. How would he find his way to the elevator and down to the lobby? Before she could call out after him, she saw his hand skimming the wall for guidance, his gait rigid while he walked down the hallway.

She stopped herself from following. Offering help would insult him even further. Sadness swept over her when she closed the door and looked around the room. Parker’s scent still lingered, and the makeshift dinner table remained, a reminder of a wonderful night that had ended in a disaster. 

Parker had no idea who she was, since he couldn’t see her face. Her name would be the only clue to give her secret away. Kelly tried pushing him out of her mind but only half-succeeded. She began picking up the rest of the papers on the floor. God, she had enough on her mind as it was. The last thing she needed was to tangle herself in another relationship that had zero possibility of working.

The media would be all over him, no doubt. Once they found out she was involved in any way with him, they’d dig up anything they could about him, and it wouldn’t be pretty. His blindness would thrust him into an ugly limelight, which just might hurt him even more—not a place she wanted him to be.

And what made her think that, even if she and Parker had a connection, things would work out between them? She and Matthew had a connection, too, and where had it led them? Besides, she was done being on the tabloid’s front cover. Her baby’s death had been plastered in every single one without consideration for her privacy or even her grief.
 

Kelly opened her monogrammed LV trunk and yanked out a cream tank top and pink boxers before proceeding to the bathroom for a quick shower. Her skin still tingled from Parker’s touch, and it was a shame she had to wash the remnants of their lovemaking from her body.
 

There was one thing she had been trying not to think of until that moment. As much as she’d enjoyed their moment together, the whole “wait for my orders, say the safeword” thing had scared her. “What the hell was that about?” she said aloud while she toweled off.

Walking toward the bathroom sink, Kelly wiped the steam off the mirror and caught a glimpse of her reflection. She hadn’t lied to him about the color of her hair, her eyes, or her countless freckles. What she’d left out was her true identity. Not a good start if she wanted a relationship with him.

“But there won’t be any relationship, considering the way things ended tonight!” she shot back and stomped out of the bathroom.

She glared at the clock and groaned. Two in the morning. Jessica would have a hissy fit when she saw the big bags underneath Kelly’s eyes later. Powering on her laptop, she climbed into bed and settled in. Images of Parker kissing her and touching her in all right places began replaying in her mind. Remembering his stimulating hands on her body brought back another wave of desire she couldn’t stop. She wasn’t a prude by any measure, but Parker had awakened new and sensitive areas in her that she’d never known existed.

When the Google search engine popped up, she typed his name. Articles upon articles showed up with his picture, but one in particular caught her eye. The piece was an interview with a former lover, it seemed. The woman, whose face she recognized, had given an interview about what being in bed with Parker was like. She spoke about his dominance and how he wanted “control in the bedroom.” This made Kelly pause and think about what she had with Parker. She had no idea what they’d just done or the name of the process he’d used. She keyed each term until several options came up. Clicking on one, she began reading. By the time she’d finished the article, her heart was racing and zooming along information highway overload. She read some more. An increasing sense of unease settled in the pit of her stomach. Kelly had no idea what she was reading, or if she could even trust the information on the Internet.

A small part of her had felt excited when he’d bound her hands, but in retrospect, it frightened her. She closed her eyes, feeling tired. Parker was a Dom of some sort, as the article suggested. And if she were with him, she’d be a
submissive
? Kelly wasn’t sure she liked the word, but she couldn’t shake off the thrill she’d experienced under his guidance.