Parker by Maddie James Page A

until
her entire upper body lurched forward as he pushed deeper into her
center and she gave way to a powerful, and perfectly long-overdue,
orgasm.
    “Oh… My…”
    Parker stayed with her until she was
finished, kissing and caressing, and then quickly moved up her body
to capture her lips in a deep kiss, while he centered himself and
pressed inside her.
    Slowly, he moved in and out, as if he was
exercising caution and restraint, but the passion they shared soon
crescendoed to the point of unrestrained lovemaking. Parker cradled
her body beneath his, claiming her, making her his; her legs spread
wide to wrap around him and take him deeper.
    It didn’t take long for Parker to shudder,
then moan and shout above her, and with one last powerful thrust,
spill his pleasure into her.
    She stayed draped around him, both her arms
and legs, as tight as she could. As greedy as she could be.
    She didn’t want to let him go. Ever.
    She wanted him. Inside of her. Always.
    ****
    After a moment of stillness, Parker rolled
onto his side and took Reba with him. Grasping the covers and
flipping them over their bodies, he drew her close into his chest,
facing her, aching to keep feeling her skin against his. Heat
against heat. He wrapped her protectively within his body, arms and
legs entwined.
    His.
    She was his. He wanted her with all of his
heart. His heart, which was beating wildly out of control. He
wanted her with his body, his head, his soul.
    Burrowing into the crook of his neck, she
sighed deep, and he could feel the moist heat of her breath and the
physical relaxing of her shoulders in his arms.
    He stroked her back. “That was quick. I’m
sorry. Next time longer?” He spoke softly, on a whisper.
    She nuzzled. “It was perfect. And yes. Next
time.”
    Parker smiled. So there would be a next
time.
    His fingers found her hair, and he tangled
them in her long, silky strands.
    “I’m falling in love with you, Reba Morris,”
he whispered. “I hope that is okay with you.”
    For the longest moment, Reba didn’t move, or
respond. Then just about the time when he was ready to retract that
statement, she lifted her head and searched for his lips.
    She kissed him. Long and hard, sloppy and
deep. And she kept kissing him until she rose up and pushed him
over onto his back, straddled and rubbed her body over him until he
was hard again, and rode him into the night.
    He guessed his falling in love was okay with
her.
    ****
    About five o’clock the next morning, Reba
leaned a shoulder into her front porch doorway and watched Parker’s
truck slowly make its way down her lane to the main road. It
wouldn’t take him more than fifteen minutes to get home, since
their properties joined. He wasn’t in any hurry. He had lingered at
the door much too long, stealing kisses and pulling her close,
right up until the very last minute.
    No doubt the night they spent was
pleasurable. She enjoyed making love with him tremendously. He was
a skilled lover and an unselfish one. And she’d let him pleasure
her in any way he wanted, for as long as he wanted.
    She’d needed that. She liked being the
receiver, for once, and she twinged even thinking that. She had
willingly given to Jack over the years because she loved him. And
she wouldn’t have had it any other way.
    Last night was for her. Well, it was for both
of them.
    But Parker had thrown her for a loop when he
said he was falling in love with her. She hadn’t expected that. And
she wasn’t sure her heart, or her brain, was prepared.
    Was she ready for a relationship?
    Was there room enough in her life for that?
Had a big enough space opened up in her heart yet to let Parker
in?
    She needed time.
    If she truly was setting out to find herself in the aftermath of losing herself, where did Parker
fit into the equation? Had she found herself enough to be
able to lose herself again, to him?
    And to love?

Chapter
Twelve
     
    Thursday
     
    After feeding and checking on the cows and
babies with Murphy