When he raised one of his eyebrows up at her in challenge she swallowed hard. His dark eyes and the muscles in his jaw were intimidating. But the size and warmth of his hand against her cheek aroused her, even though she knew he had the capabilities of hurting her if he wanted to. She closed her eyes and willed the bad thoughts away. Then felt his finger trace up and down her throat. “What were you just thinking?” he asked, pressing closer to her.
She took an unsteady breath.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to me. Be honest. What were you thinking?”
“How you could hurt me.” His eyes widened and then darkened as he squinted at her.
“We would never—”
“I know, it’s me. I just can’t help it,” she said and lowered her eyes but he wouldn’t let her. He caressed her chin and jaw and tilted her head back up toward him.
“I know things happened. You went through something traumatic when Shelby was abducted. Your injuries were hard to recover from. No more headaches, right?” he asked and she shook her head. He caressed from her jaw to her neck. It felt so good, yet she was shaking. She never let a man this close to her. She willed the fearful thoughts from her head best she could.
“Eliza, I’m always here for you. To protect you, to talk to about anything. You know that, right? I mean despite you telling Max you didn’t want us as your guardians.”
She lowered her head and his hand fell from her cheek and neck. She felt the loss. Her heart pounded inside of her chest. She was confused, and annoyed with herself. So badly she would love to give in to this attraction she felt. To know what it was like to be kissed by a man, caressed and pleasured by one.
“God, I wish you would tell me what you’re thinking right now.” She felt her cheeks turn a nice shade of red.
“We should head back.” She started to turn but then he pressed her back against the wall and caged her in. He clutched her chin and jaw.
“Damn, baby, I hope you were just thinking of me when you blushed. Maybe the way my hands might feel, or my mouth as I explored this sexy little body.” Her lips parted, she was shocked and then he leaned closer.
“Easy now, sweetheart. Easy,” he said and pressed his lips to hers.
All that fear, the anxiety of letting a man touch her or get close enough to kiss her disappeared in a matter of seconds. It didn’t matter that he was so mature, more experienced and commanding. Instead she opened her mouth wider to his kisses as he explored her deeply and kissed her breathless. She felt his large hands roam over her hip to her ass and pull her against him. The solid, rock hard chest of muscles collided against her sensitive breasts, making her moan into his mouth. His hand was bigger than her ass, or at least it felt that way. She absorbed everything about Parker. The feel of hard, thick muscles against her thighs, and how he encased her much smaller frame where she felt lost in his embrace. When his hand moved from her hip to her breast she pulled back and gripped his shoulders.
She felt his thumb trail over her nipple. Jesus. It singed her skin. She gasped.
“Holy shit, Eliza,” he said, sounding breathless. She didn’t know what to say, and then he gave her a wink and his expression firmed.
“Things are going to change, honey.”
“Change?” she asked as he reached up and ran his thumb along her lower lip to fix her lip gloss. He slid his hand down her arm and took her hand. It was so tiny compared to his large hands.
“Let’s join our friends before I do something crazy,” he said to her and began walking her from the hallway and back to the crowd.
Do something crazy? Like take me right here against the wall? Explore my breast with your mouth and bring me more of the pleasure your kiss and small bit of exploration did? Yes. Oh God yes, Parker.
She held on to his arm, felt the muscles, the power he emitted as he proudly headed through the crowd and people moved out of the way. “Something crazy? What do you mean?” she asked, tempting her dangerous thoughts.
He turned to look down into her eyes and let his tongue peek out and lick his lower lip. “Like throw you over my shoulder, head out of here and take you back to my place to bed,” he said and she was shocked, scared, totally at a loss for words. But then she felt the desire rush through her body and straight to her cunt. She was in big trouble here and one look at his brothers who had their eyes locked on her, and she knew she was in over her head. One inexperienced woman against four older, more experienced Special Ops men was definitely a dangerous spot to be in.
* * * *
Parker couldn’t stop touching her. When they joined their friends he kept a hold on Eliza Grace’s waist as she spoke. When she discussed the calendar and other photo shoots she was doing he couldn’t help but to squeeze her hip bone or let his palm lay snugly over her belly. He was acting dominant, possessive and his brothers were still keeping their distance. But then Burker walked over and took position next to her. “You look pretty tonight, Eliza,” he said to her and Parker eased his hand from around her waist. She turned to look at him. Was it because she felt the loss of his touch? Or was she waiting for him to give the okay to let his brother be close to her next? Whatever that expression was, it fed his ego, hardened his cock and had him thinking of ways to get Lynch and Tazer to stake a claim with him to Eliza, tonight.
* * * *
Burker drew Eliza’s attention away from her friends to focus on him.
“That’s a nice top you’re wearing. Did you get it at one of the boutiques you’re modeling for?” he asked, but by her facial expression perhaps he sounded a bit harsh or maybe like he didn’t really like the top.
What he hadn’t liked were men talking about her body and complimenting how good she looked. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He was jealous. But he had no right to be. She wasn’t exactly their woman. Yet.
She looked down at it and ran her hand along the front. It was sheer and from where he stood in front of her earlier he could see her belly ring and her tan skin.