Evolution

CHAPTER 25 | and the day had started so well

Parker's heart jumped in her chest in shock when strong arms snaked around from behind and wrapped themselves around her waist. "Daniel, you scared me into next week." She had been so intent on her task, she'd failed to notice he'd entered the room.

A shiver ran up and down her spine when Daniel loosened his grip, swept her hair off her shoulder, and trailed light kisses down the side of her neck.

"Couldn't help it. You were too tempting to resist."

She closed her eyes and tilted her head. Daniel had the ability to turn her blood to molten lava at the drop of a hat. "I was making the bed."

He nuzzled his bristly jaw in the soft spot behind her ear, then gently bit her earlobe. "Just as well I stopped you before you finished."

Her legs nearly gave way, but she forced herself to remain upright. "Why?" How she kept her voice normal was beyond her.

"You don't need to make it twice."

She let out a squeal when Daniel twisted them around, and he fell to the bed, pulling her on top of him. They landed with a soft jolt, and in an instant, he reached for her shirt to undo her buttons. The garment was disposed of in record time and his hooded eyes flamed with desire as they fell on her exposed skin. He reached up and traced the outline of her red lacy bra. "I like these, pity they can't stay."

Desire rippled through her body when he slowly slipped one of the bra straps off her shoulder. His head came up to nip at the flimsy material, and he breathed her in. It was as if she were a fine wine and he was savoring every moment.

She frowned. He had too many clothes on. Two can play at that game. She stopped the path of his hand, pushed him back down to the bed and slipped the bra strap upwards into its original position. Her frown turned into a wicked grin. "This isn't coming off until I see some skin. Yours, to be more precise."

Daniel let out a low growl. "But I was enjoying the view."

She rolled off him, rested her elbow on the bed and held her head up with the palm of her hand. Her fingers trailed down the exposed part of her breast, and she played with the delicate lace. The material was soft under her fingertips. "Why should you have all the fun? How about you get a little more... comfortable."

Daniel jumped off the bed and quickly began to strip.

"Stop." She scrambled up into a sitting position. "You're spoiling my fun. You need to do it slowly."

Daniel raised an eyebrow but said nothing. His fingers slowed, and he carefully unbuttoned his dark shirt. A little too slowly, but she had started this, so she couldn't very well complain, could she?

She was mesmerized by his strong hands and agile fingers as they pulled at the buttons and slipped them through the small holes. Her brain took on a life of its own and projected images of what those fingers were capable of doing to her. The pure unadulterated pleasure they never failed to provide. Her gaze traveled to his firm chest, and her fingers itched to reach out and touch. To explore just what she knew lay beneath the material. Her face heated up and a shot of electricity shot through to her core. This was agony. Blood hummed in her veins, and she was ready to burst.

She groaned inwardly. This was not going how she expected it to. He was supposed to be tortured. Not her. From his expression, he knew exactly what this was doing to her. In fact, the needier she got, the slower his movements became. When his shirt finally came off, she breathed out in relief. Half way there.

His fingers traveled south and rested on the top button of his jeans.

When they failed to move any further, she frowned and her eyes darted upwards. "Why did you stop?"