Happy Ever After
Page 70
Parker slipped back into the bedroom, considered strategy.
It never hurt to soften up the quarry.
She eased back into bed, snuggled up against his back. It was hard work, she thought as she stroked a hand down his flank, brushed her lips over his bare shoulder. But somebody had to do it.
And he was warm, firm. When she glided her hand over his hip, over his belly, down, she smiled and thought, very firm.
She danced her fingers down his thigh, up again. Then got serious about the task at hand. Using hands and lips, she stirred him awake, shifted him onto his back where she saw his sleepy eyes glint in the dark.
“Good morning,” she murmured, laying a line of kisses down his chest.
“It’s looking that way.”
She nibbled at his throat, gentle, teasing bites. “Since I was up, and so were you . . .” She worked her way up to his ear as his hands moved over her. “I hope you don’t mind if I just help myself.”
“Do what you gotta do.”
She laughed and straddled him. She slid up, offering her br**sts to his mouth, and let herself fall into the lazy pleasure. There was still so much of him she didn’t really know, so much about him she might never fully understand.
But here, in the dark, they knew each other.
She rose up, took him in.
She surrounded him, body, scent, the sound of her breathing sighing out, the taste of her lingering on his tongue. She moved over him, pale shadow, soft fantasy, warm woman. Before morning broke she took him over, ruled him, owned him.
When she bowed back, taking that reckless fall, she pulled him with her.
She made a sound he equated with a cat licking up the last drop of milk, then stretched out on him, full-length.
“Now that . . .” She repeated the sound. “That’s a perfect way to start the day.”
“Breakfast of champions.”
“Mmm.When do you have to go into work?”
“Seven, maybe seven thirty. With this kind of jump-start I might grab a half hour in the gym.What the hell time is it?”
“You’ve got a couple hours.You’ll be back later?”
“Yeah, I’ll come back.” His fingers trailed lazily up and down her spine. “I should be able to get away about four if you’re looking for some help tonight.”
“That would be great.” She smiled, turned her head to kiss the side of his neck. “Since the call that gave us this lovely early start was from this evening’s bride, and there’s a complication.”
“I’ll make sure I get back. I figure I owe her.”
It was, Parker thought, almost too easy. “Actually, you’re just the one to solve the complication.”
“What? The limo needs a tune-up? Or some Cinderella carriage needs a wheel changed?”
“You’d be the one to call. But no.” She kissed his stubble-roughened cheek.“The groom’s best friend, and best man, had to fly to Seattle this morning.”Then the other.“His mother’s having emergency surgery.”
“That’s rough. Serious?”
“Peritonitis.They’re worried about sepsis, and other complications. More, she was out there taking care of her mother, who just had a hip replacement, so it’s doubly difficult for everyone. Leah and Channing are worried about their friend, their friend’s mother, and are missing a best man. They’ll upgrade one of the groomsman for that, but that leaves them one short.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“So, we’ll need a substitute, and one who’s about the same build as Justin, the best man, so the tux fits.”
“Right.”
“You’re about a thirty-eight long, right? Thirty-two waist? I’d say a thirty-five sleeve.”
“I guess. I haven’t . . . Whoa. Wait.” When he pushed at her shoulders, she just burrowed in.
“You’d be doing me a huge favor.You’ll like Channing. He’s a sweetheart. He and Leah actually grew up together, so to speak. They were an item for a while in high school, then lost touch for a bit during the college years until—”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”This time he put a little more into the shove and rolled her off.“You don’t seriously expect me to put on some guy’s tux and—”
“I really think it’ll fit. Del needs a forty, and Jack’s a regular. And they wouldn’t be able to wear their own, as the wedding party’s coordinated.”
“There’s no way I’m—”
“Consider it pinch hitting. That’s really all it is.” She rolled back, sliding over his chest. “You’ve been in a wedding before, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, but—”
“All you have to do is show guests to their seats, stand up there with the groomsmen, and then escort a very attractive attendant in the recession. It would really take a huge burden off Leah and Channing.”
“Maybe I’d care about that if I knew Leah and Channing.”
“You know me.You’d really be helping me out, Malcolm.” She brushed a kiss along his jaw. “And I’d really appreciate it.”
“I’ve got to work.”
“But you’ll be here in plenty of time. Really, if you’re back by five forty-five, I can make it work. I’ll take care of all the details. All you have to do is wear the tux—oh, and the shoes you wore for Sherry’s wedding would be fine—”
“Thank God.”
“Sarcasm noted, and ignored.You just show up, look gorgeous, and direct a few people to their seats. It’s going to be a beautiful wedding.The cake’s amazing. Chocolate marble with a marbleized fondant over buttercream. Laurel’s serving it in pools of caramel sauce.”
“You think I can be bribed with cake?”
“It’s exceptional cake.” Now she nipped, ever so lightly, at his jaw. “And I bet I can confiscate some extra caramel sauce for . . . later.”
“Now you’re bribing me with caramel-sauce sex?”
“I am.”
“You’re freaking diabolical, Legs.”
“Thanks.”
“And the wake-up call? That was to prime me for all this?”
“Absolutely.”
“It was good thinking.”
“You’ll do it?”
“I’d like to meet the man who can hold out against caramel sauce.”
It never hurt to soften up the quarry.
She eased back into bed, snuggled up against his back. It was hard work, she thought as she stroked a hand down his flank, brushed her lips over his bare shoulder. But somebody had to do it.
And he was warm, firm. When she glided her hand over his hip, over his belly, down, she smiled and thought, very firm.
She danced her fingers down his thigh, up again. Then got serious about the task at hand. Using hands and lips, she stirred him awake, shifted him onto his back where she saw his sleepy eyes glint in the dark.
“Good morning,” she murmured, laying a line of kisses down his chest.
“It’s looking that way.”
She nibbled at his throat, gentle, teasing bites. “Since I was up, and so were you . . .” She worked her way up to his ear as his hands moved over her. “I hope you don’t mind if I just help myself.”
“Do what you gotta do.”
She laughed and straddled him. She slid up, offering her br**sts to his mouth, and let herself fall into the lazy pleasure. There was still so much of him she didn’t really know, so much about him she might never fully understand.
But here, in the dark, they knew each other.
She rose up, took him in.
She surrounded him, body, scent, the sound of her breathing sighing out, the taste of her lingering on his tongue. She moved over him, pale shadow, soft fantasy, warm woman. Before morning broke she took him over, ruled him, owned him.
When she bowed back, taking that reckless fall, she pulled him with her.
She made a sound he equated with a cat licking up the last drop of milk, then stretched out on him, full-length.
“Now that . . .” She repeated the sound. “That’s a perfect way to start the day.”
“Breakfast of champions.”
“Mmm.When do you have to go into work?”
“Seven, maybe seven thirty. With this kind of jump-start I might grab a half hour in the gym.What the hell time is it?”
“You’ve got a couple hours.You’ll be back later?”
“Yeah, I’ll come back.” His fingers trailed lazily up and down her spine. “I should be able to get away about four if you’re looking for some help tonight.”
“That would be great.” She smiled, turned her head to kiss the side of his neck. “Since the call that gave us this lovely early start was from this evening’s bride, and there’s a complication.”
“I’ll make sure I get back. I figure I owe her.”
It was, Parker thought, almost too easy. “Actually, you’re just the one to solve the complication.”
“What? The limo needs a tune-up? Or some Cinderella carriage needs a wheel changed?”
“You’d be the one to call. But no.” She kissed his stubble-roughened cheek.“The groom’s best friend, and best man, had to fly to Seattle this morning.”Then the other.“His mother’s having emergency surgery.”
“That’s rough. Serious?”
“Peritonitis.They’re worried about sepsis, and other complications. More, she was out there taking care of her mother, who just had a hip replacement, so it’s doubly difficult for everyone. Leah and Channing are worried about their friend, their friend’s mother, and are missing a best man. They’ll upgrade one of the groomsman for that, but that leaves them one short.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“So, we’ll need a substitute, and one who’s about the same build as Justin, the best man, so the tux fits.”
“Right.”
“You’re about a thirty-eight long, right? Thirty-two waist? I’d say a thirty-five sleeve.”
“I guess. I haven’t . . . Whoa. Wait.” When he pushed at her shoulders, she just burrowed in.
“You’d be doing me a huge favor.You’ll like Channing. He’s a sweetheart. He and Leah actually grew up together, so to speak. They were an item for a while in high school, then lost touch for a bit during the college years until—”
“You’ve got to be kidding.”This time he put a little more into the shove and rolled her off.“You don’t seriously expect me to put on some guy’s tux and—”
“I really think it’ll fit. Del needs a forty, and Jack’s a regular. And they wouldn’t be able to wear their own, as the wedding party’s coordinated.”
“There’s no way I’m—”
“Consider it pinch hitting. That’s really all it is.” She rolled back, sliding over his chest. “You’ve been in a wedding before, haven’t you?”
“Yeah, but—”
“All you have to do is show guests to their seats, stand up there with the groomsmen, and then escort a very attractive attendant in the recession. It would really take a huge burden off Leah and Channing.”
“Maybe I’d care about that if I knew Leah and Channing.”
“You know me.You’d really be helping me out, Malcolm.” She brushed a kiss along his jaw. “And I’d really appreciate it.”
“I’ve got to work.”
“But you’ll be here in plenty of time. Really, if you’re back by five forty-five, I can make it work. I’ll take care of all the details. All you have to do is wear the tux—oh, and the shoes you wore for Sherry’s wedding would be fine—”
“Thank God.”
“Sarcasm noted, and ignored.You just show up, look gorgeous, and direct a few people to their seats. It’s going to be a beautiful wedding.The cake’s amazing. Chocolate marble with a marbleized fondant over buttercream. Laurel’s serving it in pools of caramel sauce.”
“You think I can be bribed with cake?”
“It’s exceptional cake.” Now she nipped, ever so lightly, at his jaw. “And I bet I can confiscate some extra caramel sauce for . . . later.”
“Now you’re bribing me with caramel-sauce sex?”
“I am.”
“You’re freaking diabolical, Legs.”
“Thanks.”
“And the wake-up call? That was to prime me for all this?”
“Absolutely.”
“It was good thinking.”
“You’ll do it?”
“I’d like to meet the man who can hold out against caramel sauce.”
