Needless to say, Megan couldn’t sleep.

She was in his dreams?

Boy, could she beat that. Because Megan didn’t even need to go to sleep for Parker Manning to fill her head.

Was he lying in his bed, sound asleep, while she tossed and turned, a mess of sensual longing and unfulfilled need?

Or was he, like her, lost in fantasies? Was he imagining coming to her door and slowly turning the knob? Was he closing his eyes and picturing the way she’d respond if he reached for her in the dark and gently stroked her shoulder before sitting on the edge of the bed and tugging down the sheet to reveal her bare breasts, her nipples tight and hard with longing?

She sighed, unable to ignore the insistent warm glow spreading over her body in response to her decadent thoughts. And since they’d come without luggage, she was naked under the sheet, and the cool cotton felt incredible on her overheated skin.

I want you to want me.

Was that what he’d said? Because oh, God, she did want him.

Not a fast fuck. Not a one-time thing.

Her stomach did a little flip at that. She’d been doing fine on her own in Austin. She had friends. A nice life. And she didn’t have to worry about her boyfriend turning possessive and weird and creepy.

But still…

There was no denying that Parker had gotten under her skin—heck, she’d been intrigued by him even back in Los Angeles. And now that she’d been around him so constantly, the thought of not having him in her life left a hole in her heart that she wasn’t sure how she would fill.

So, yeah. She wanted him.

And, yeah. He wanted her.

Which begged the question of why she was in this room and he was in the other when the whole point of coming on this trip in the first place was sex. Wild and hot and intense and Parker.

She sat up, the thought blinking in her head like neon.

Parker.

And that was her answer, wasn’t it? Because it wasn’t just sex that she wanted either. She wasn’t looking to get laid, she was craving the man she’d laughed with. The man who’d intrigued her. Who’d turned her on. Who’d valued the work she’d done and the sacrifices she’d made.

The man who wanted her.

So, yeah, she was going to him.

Thankfully, the hotel had stocked her closet with a robe so she didn’t have to wrap herself in a sheet like an Egyptian mummy. Instead, she snuggled into the fluffy robe and then padded barefoot into the living area. The lights were off, only a single lamp on by the bar to help guide her way to his door.

And his lights were off, too, if the lack of glow from under the door was any indication.

He was probably asleep. And if he was, she probably shouldn’t wake him. Because that meant he wasn’t simpatico with her. Wasn’t tossing and turning and thinking all sorts of wicked thoughts.

But if he was awake … if he was just lying there in the dark…

Before she could talk herself out of it, she lunged for the doorknob, turned it, and pushed open the door.

“Megan.”

Every muscle in her body relaxed at the sound of his voice, thick with a desire so familiar it seemed to burn through her.

“Did you mean it?” she whispered, standing still in the doorway. “Or was it just a line? To make you seem all honorable and awesome?”

“Not a line,” he said, propping himself up in bed, his face and chest illuminated by the thin glow of light that crept in from the living area. “But if you’re asking if I want you, then God yes. I’m hard as steel just from thinking about you in the other room, and I swear I was about to lose my mind knowing there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.”

She leaned against the door, amused. “I’m pretty sure there was something you could have done about it.”

“Maybe,” he agreed. “But why fly solo when I can have a copilot.” He stood up, the sheet falling away, his hard angles and tight muscles cast in shadows and light.

“Take off your robe,” he said.

The words were a command, and she wouldn’t dream of disobeying. She let the robe fall back, and she heard his groan of appreciation as he stepped toward her, moving into the light as he did.

She drew in a breath, mesmerized by the way the light and shadows played on his rock-hard erection and the tight, hard muscles of his body.

“Please,” she said, not sure what she was asking for, just knowing she wanted it all. Needed it all.

“Christ, you’re beautiful.” He moved to within inches of her, his scent enveloping her, making her even wetter. Her body was on fire, every cell primed for his touch. And when he reached out and traced his fingertip over the swell of her breast, she arched back and cried aloud.

“So damn responsive. Baby, you’re amazing.”

“Parker.”

“What do you want? Why did you come here, naked in the night?”

“I want you,” she said, because she had to be honest, and that was as real as it got. “You promised me so much, but the only thing I really want is to feel you inside me.”

His mouth curved up as his finger eased down, lower and lower, until he brushed her clit and she gasped, then sucked in air as his finger went even further inside her. “Is that how you want me inside you?”

Her hips moved of their own volition and she ground against him. Yes. No. I want everything.”

“Oh, baby,” he said. “So do I.”

He dropped to his knees then, and as he held her steady with one hand, he teased and explored her pussy with his tongue, laving and stroking and working her clit as his finger stroked deep inside her, finding her most sensitive spots.

She shifted, moaned, and made noises she didn’t even know she could make. And when his tongue hit exactly that spot, the only reason she didn’t either fall to the floor or fly up to the heavens was that he was there to hold her tight.

“My turn,” she said when she was herself again. And before he had a chance to ask, she fell to her knees.

“Oh, no, Angel,” he said. Pulling her up. I like the idea, but on the bed. He led her on, and she straddled him, then took him into her mouth, tasting him and taking him all the way to the edge.

“On me,” he said. “I have to be inside you, Megan. I’m about to lose it.” And since she wanted it as much as he did, she straddled him, pausing only long enough for him to sheath himself before she eased down on him, then rose up again, riding him with the help of his hands on her hips.

He was so deep, and it felt so good, and she saw his coming orgasm in the fierce expression on that beautiful face. “Please,” she begged. “I want to feel you explode.”

He came then, his bucking body taking her close to the edge once more. And though she didn’t think she’d go over again, when he teased her clit with one hand and teased the rim of her ass with the other, she completely shattered, abandoning reason to passion and losing herself to the onslaught of pleasure.

They clung to each other for hours after that, just breathing and enjoying the feel of skin on skin. Then he urged her up before dawn and took her to Café du Monde for coffee and beignets before they walked along the Mississippi as the sun rose.

They talked over everything and nothing. She told him about how she dreamed of one day having her own skincare and makeup line. He told her about the challenges of running a company.

At noon, they headed back to the jet, and she paused on the stairs. “Thank you,” she said. “This is the best punishment ever.” He laughed, and once they were inside the plane and belted in, she leaned against him. His arm went around her and she closed her eyes.

And she was asleep even before the jet left the ground.