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She skimmed the ridges of his muscled back. God his body is beautiful. She explored every contour, keeping her touch light. He shuddered, and she hoped it was in response to the same exhilarating feelings that were making her shiver. Feeling bolder, she ran her fingers over his broad shoulder and smoothed her way down the plane of his chest. So solid. Her hand passed lower, grazing his stomach, aching to palm the bulge that had been nestled against her. Spinning with thoughts of wrapping her fingers around him, she almost didn’t realize that he’d pulled back.
Parker’s forehead pressed against hers, and she was just about to ask if he wanted to go to her room when he spoke. “I should go.”
The words didn’t compute. “Wh—”
Before she could finish he stepped away, his hands tucking themselves back into his pockets as he headed for the door.
“You don’t…I mean we…” She was too stunned to get out a complete sentence. This can’t be happening.
“I had a great time. I just…I need to go.” He opened the door and stepped out into the darkness, leaving Sophie alone.
Realizing her mouth was hanging open, she closed it, trying to choke down the lump that had formed in her throat. He just left.
Even watching his car pull out of her driveway, she couldn’t believe he was gone. But I. We. She could still feel his hands on her, still taste his lips. I thought. Tears stung the back of her eyes and rolled silently down her cheeks.
I’m such an idiot. He wasn’t feeling what I was. He didn’t even want to keep kissing me. The words “he’s just not that into you” tumbled through her head so fast she thought she might throw up.
Wiping her hands beneath her eyes, she poured the two open beers into the sink, listening to the fizzling sound as the bubbles swirled down the drain. She tossed the empty bottles into the recycling bin under the counter and headed to her room.
The sight of the candles on her bedside table made her stomach turn. She’d put them there in hopes of setting a perfect romantic mood if they’d wound up there tonight. What a joke. He didn’t want romance. Her heart sank further as the truth hit her. He didn’t want me.
Tears slipped from her eyes once more as she stripped off the top and skirt that clearly hadn’t made her look sexy enough. Maybe Nate was right. “Sorry, Sophie. I needed more.” The pit in her stomach grew so big she thought it might consume her. I’m not enough for anyone.
Fumbling through her dresser, she found her favorite black yoga pants and her softest camisole and slipped them on, seeking any comfort she could possibly find. Disappointment overwhelmed her. I can’t believe I was so totally wrong.
Parker slammed the back door of his house so hard the window rattled in its frame. Not even bothering to turn on the lights, he tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter. Fuck. His head pounded. You’re such a fucking dick. Anger and frustration welled inside him, bursting out in an aggravated growl.
Every inch of him felt tense, from his shoulders to the erection that ached inside his jeans. He unzipped and began stroking with a firm grip, trying to clear his mind, concentrating only on the sensation. Intense friction combined with deep need, and within moments he felt himself giving in. Cupping his free hand, he came hard and fast into his palm, grunting with the release. His breath rasped, his abs clenching as his hips bucked forward. Jesus.
His heart pounded as he made his way to the bathroom. He nudged the faucet on, rinsing then lathering his hands. Fuck. He could still see the look on Sophie’s face as he left her standing there. So hurt and confused. How could she not be? I’m an asshole.
Parker dried his hands and zipped up. Raking his hands through his hair, he felt as though his head might explode. Don’t just stand here alone in the dark, go talk to her. Apologize for being a dick. Tell her the truth.
His stomach turned
She skimmed the ridges of his muscled back. God his body is beautiful. She explored every contour, keeping her touch light. He shuddered, and she hoped it was in response to the same exhilarating feelings that were making her shiver. Feeling bolder, she ran her fingers over his broad shoulder and smoothed her way down the plane of his chest. So solid. Her hand passed lower, grazing his stomach, aching to palm the bulge that had been nestled against her. Spinning with thoughts of wrapping her fingers around him, she almost didn’t realize that he’d pulled back.
Parker’s forehead pressed against hers, and she was just about to ask if he wanted to go to her room when he spoke. “I should go.”
The words didn’t compute. “Wh—”
Before she could finish he stepped away, his hands tucking themselves back into his pockets as he headed for the door.
“You don’t…I mean we…” She was too stunned to get out a complete sentence. This can’t be happening.
“I had a great time. I just…I need to go.” He opened the door and stepped out into the darkness, leaving Sophie alone.
Realizing her mouth was hanging open, she closed it, trying to choke down the lump that had formed in her throat. He just left.
Even watching his car pull out of her driveway, she couldn’t believe he was gone. But I. We. She could still feel his hands on her, still taste his lips. I thought. Tears stung the back of her eyes and rolled silently down her cheeks.
I’m such an idiot. He wasn’t feeling what I was. He didn’t even want to keep kissing me. The words “he’s just not that into you” tumbled through her head so fast she thought she might throw up.
Wiping her hands beneath her eyes, she poured the two open beers into the sink, listening to the fizzling sound as the bubbles swirled down the drain. She tossed the empty bottles into the recycling bin under the counter and headed to her room.
The sight of the candles on her bedside table made her stomach turn. She’d put them there in hopes of setting a perfect romantic mood if they’d wound up there tonight. What a joke. He didn’t want romance. Her heart sank further as the truth hit her. He didn’t want me.
Tears slipped from her eyes once more as she stripped off the top and skirt that clearly hadn’t made her look sexy enough. Maybe Nate was right. “Sorry, Sophie. I needed more.” The pit in her stomach grew so big she thought it might consume her. I’m not enough for anyone.
Fumbling through her dresser, she found her favorite black yoga pants and her softest camisole and slipped them on, seeking any comfort she could possibly find. Disappointment overwhelmed her. I can’t believe I was so totally wrong.
Parker slammed the back door of his house so hard the window rattled in its frame. Not even bothering to turn on the lights, he tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter. Fuck. His head pounded. You’re such a fucking dick. Anger and frustration welled inside him, bursting out in an aggravated growl.
Every inch of him felt tense, from his shoulders to the erection that ached inside his jeans. He unzipped and began stroking with a firm grip, trying to clear his mind, concentrating only on the sensation. Intense friction combined with deep need, and within moments he felt himself giving in. Cupping his free hand, he came hard and fast into his palm, grunting with the release. His breath rasped, his abs clenching as his hips bucked forward. Jesus.
His heart pounded as he made his way to the bathroom. He nudged the faucet on, rinsing then lathering his hands. Fuck. He could still see the look on Sophie’s face as he left her standing there. So hurt and confused. How could she not be? I’m an asshole.
Parker dried his hands and zipped up. Raking his hands through his hair, he felt as though his head might explode. Don’t just stand here alone in the dark, go talk to her. Apologize for being a dick. Tell her the truth.
His stomach turned
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