I staggered back, my ass hitting the bench, Parker sprawled over me. She laughed into my mouth. The sound lit me up. I grinned in return and nipped her lip.

“You’re wonderful,” I said, hands sliding into her hair.

She laughed at that, a husky sound. She was exploring too, running her palms over my shoulders, down my arms. “You’re magnificent. I could touch you for hours.”

“I like that plan.” My lips trailed down her neck. “Fuck, I love that plan.”

I’d never done this—laughed and teased while making out with a woman. It hit me like a sucker punch that I’d never actually made out with a woman at all. We’d always gone straight to the main event. With Parker, I could kiss her all day, suck on the fragrant curve of her neck, and it would still be pure bliss.

Heat washed over me, and I found her mouth again. Our kiss was more this time. A little frantic. A little wild. The world melted away. There was only her. And more. And now. And oh, fuck yes, right there.

It was so good, so hot, that when the whiny sound of a man’s voice in the room finally registered, I nearly leapt out of my skin. I wrenched Parker to my side, as though I could shield her, and looked around wildly.

But we were alone.

“Mr. Morgan?” the voice said again. Andrew. “Ms. Brown?”

“There’s a house phone,” Parker said, pointing to the spot by the minibar set into an alcove. “He’s using an intercom.”

This fucking place.

My tension eased a touch, but I huffed out an irritated breath. “Little fucker better not be spying,” I muttered before standing and, carrying a squeaking Parker with me, stalked over to the phone to hit the talk button. “Yeah?”

“Uh …” Andrew paused, unsettled, I guess, by my tone. Tough shit. I’d unsettle him a lot more if I found out anyone could overhear us through this system. “Drinks are being served in the living room now.”

A summons, then.

“Thanks,” I said. “Bye, Andrew.”

“Oh—ah … Goodbye, Mr. Morgan.”

As soon as it was silent, Parker snickered, leaning her head into the hollow of my shoulder. I liked her there. “He scared me to death,” she said.

A reluctant smile pulled on my lips. “Yeah, me too. I thought he was in the room.”

We both chuckled, a release of tension. But then Parker pulled back. “I guess we better get out there before he shows up in person.”

“He shows up in person and I’m tossing him out the window.” I groaned and buried my face in her neck, idly kissing along the smooth curve—because I could. Because she smelled so damn good and felt even better. “Fuck it. Let’s stay here. They can figure out why.”