PARKER
It’s not slow. It’s not sweet. It’s everything I’ve been trying to repress since I walked into this lodge. My lips part for him without a second thought. His hand cups the side of my neck, thumb stroking under my jaw. His tongue strokes against mine, deep and hungry, and I whimper before I can stop it.
Harrison’s hands are still on my shoulders, and he turns me gently, easing me back. He kisses the side of my throat, and a shiver rolls through me.
“I think about you,” he murmurs. “Every night.”
The words hit harder than they should. Harder than I should let them.
Gavin steps in close in front of me now, his hand brushing down my side to rest lightly on my waist. “I told myself to stay away,” he says. “That I could be stronger than this.” He presses a kiss to the corner of my mo
