48. Prove It

FORTY-EIGHT

While Parker had been putting Lily to bed, he was also apparently running us a bath. There was an abundance of bubbles and red rose petals lining the top, the lights were low, and my favorite candle was burning on the marble counter.

"Now this is book boyfriend material."

His low chuckle met my ear and sent shivers down every inch of my skin. "Not the major love declaration I just made, but the bath?"

"Well, that too."

He laughed when I began to unbutton the rest of his dress shirt. I knew this was when I was supposed to run my hands down his abs or something, but I couldn't resist pulling him into me so I could feel his warmth on my skin. I was addicted to the manly smell of his chest and took a deep inhale of the scent that made all my worries fade.

"I want you out of this dress." He said it only as a formality because he was already tugging down the zipper. "No panties," he assessed.

"Panty lines aren't ladylike." I winked. I really didn't give a shit what people thought, but Parker had an obsession with my panties, so I played along.

"There's nothing about you that's ladylike."

"You love it," I challenged.

His emerald stare met me head on. "I do." He unhooked my bra and tossed it to the floor, then pulled my hair into a bun. His fingertips raked through my hair to lightly tug it into place. I liked his hands on me any way I could have them, but it sent shivers down my spine when he played with my hair.

I removed his pants, and they became a distant afterthought as I urged him into the tub. He got in first and helped me sit in front of him. The water gave off a comforting heat that relaxed every muscle in my body.

We were silent as he washed me from head to toe with long, luxurious sweeps of the loofa. He placed small kisses along my skin after rinsing my back free of bubbles.

"It's a fucking privilege to feel you like this." His hands skated up my legs to the apex of my thighs, and he gripped my hips. "Sometimes you're so pretty it hurts, Delilah."

"Hurts? Is pain really what you're feeling right now?" I slid my ass over his erection. The soapy water removed any resistance.

His wandering hands found my clit and my throat at the same time. "Are you really going to be a brat right now? Look at where we are." He jerked his chin to our surroundings, at the view we had of downtown and the airport. Lights blinked in the distance as we watched planes come and go. I didn't know where they were headed, but for once I felt the strong realization that I had no desire to pack up and leave. There was nowhere else I'd rather be.

The suite was beautiful and luxurious. I had no complaints about our surroundings, but being a "brat" got me what I wanted with Parker. Every single time.

I didn't move a muscle as he held me in his arms. I simply enjoyed the feel of water lapping lazily against my legs from his movements. His fingers trailed over my hyperaware skin and left goosebumps in their wake.

"I just want your attention," I breathed, letting the rise and fall of my chest match his behind me.

"You've always had my attention, Del."

"Not where I wanted it." I smiled over my shoulder.

Parker's chuckle tickled my neck, "Where do you want it?" His fingers moved down to my pussy and traced opening. My back bowed against him.

"You're getting closer." My voice was faint and my body was humming with energy.

I felt behind me, and found his cock hard under my ass. It stirred more of that silky feeling low in my stomach. My fingers gripped him, and his hand on my throat tightened the smallest bit.

His groan vibrated against my ear. "I was trying to help you relax, Dellie."

"I can relax while taking your cock. In fact, I'd prefer it."

Parker's finger delved inside and my whole body loosened, relaxing into his touch, relishing it.

"Don't be greedy, Peach," he rasped. "Take what I give you."

I curled my fist around him in rebellion. "You know my plan sounds better. Give in."

"You'd think I didn't just have you in my bed last night. You seemed pretty satisfied to me." He kissed my temple lightly as his fingers fucked me slowly.

"Once has never been enough for us." It hadn't been then, and it definitely wasn't now when I knew how serious he was about this. I wasn't afraid to want him. Doubt crept in and I started to pull away, but as I did he moved my hips over and sank deep inside me. Breath rushed from my lungs in a low moan at the stretch.

"Don't do that." He practically growled when he was fully seated. "Don't question this. I…" He trailed off as he lifted my ass in his hands, only to fill me again. Our collective sighs hovered around us. "God, you… I… You know I love you."

"Prove it," I dared him.

Without notice, I was turned in his lap to face him. My hands landed on his wide shoulders and my eyes flashed to his.

"You need visual proof?"

I nodded.

"I love you so much, you're all I can think about. I don't want any—" he said as he gestured around us— "of this shit without you."

"Fancy hotel rooms aren't your kink?" I looked up at him with an innocent smile. "Could have had me fooled. Small town boy left home and found a taste for the finer things in life." I didn't know how I found the air for words when he was entering me so languidly, using his hands on my hips to roll me up and down, over and over.

He chuckled. "There's nothing finer in life than you, Delilah. All I want is to take you over and over again, until you"re so full of my cum that you leak it for days." He took my peaked nipple between his teeth and nipped me. He only laughed again when I yelped. "I love feeling you squeeze me. You fucking strangle my cock with that pussy."

He pressed his palm against my back so our chests were flush together. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes. He kissed me with more passion than I'd ever felt from another human. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think when he surrounded me.

Parker pulled back to whisper in my ear, "I need you to use me, baby. Use my dick to get yourself off. I need to feel you come."

I wasn't sure who would deny that offer, so I did. I brought his hand back down to my clit and showed him how I wanted him to touch me. I knew he knew how, but I didn't question it when he asked so nicely. Parker always rewarded me when I was good for him.

I swiveled my hips and rocked against his hand until I was near the edge and seconds away from falling over.

"That's it," he talked me through it. "Good fucking girl. Just like that, Delilah." He muffled my noises with a dominating kiss while I squirmed and spasmed around him. When I was finished, he stood with me still on his cock and walked to the glass paned shower. My head had fallen to his shoulder, but I looked up when he pinned me against the cold tile wall.

"Remember this, Dellie?"

"How could I forget? It was the night I fell in love with you." My eyes rolled back when he rained kisses down my neck, spoiling me with attention while he fucked me relentlessly.