Parker (Rich & Single #2) Read Online Free PDF

choice. He grinned, and held out a hand in offer. She laid her own in it, letting him pull her in and wrap an arm around her waist. Her own slid up to curl around his neck, and she danced up against him like she'd been waiting for him to show up all night.
    “Name?” he said, bending down a little closer so he didn't have to shout over the music quite so loudly.
    “Melissa.”
    “Parker,” he offered in return. He heard her laughter through the driving beat, and felt her press a little closer, hips rolling.
    “I know,” she said.
    Parker almost stopped moving. “You know?”
    “Oh, come on. It's not like you're not recognizable. I have access to the internet.”
    That wasn't necessarily a red flag. Parker looked down at her.
    “And what's your opinion of me, then?”
    “That you're hot as hell,” she shot back, grinning. One of her hands slid down from his neck and over his bicep, fingertips tracing the ink of his tattoos. She watched it for a moment, then looked up at him, smiling. “So, you going to run for the hills yet? Or are you the kind of famous guy who gets off on knowing that your groupies want to fuck you?”
    “You calling yourself a groupie?”
    More laughter, and Parker found himself grinning despite his brief misgivings. Even knowing who he was, she obviously had no problem talking to him like he was just some guy off the street, and he appreciated that. Groupies were fine. Well, groupies were sometimes fine. The obsessed and worshipful stalker sort were totally not. He didn’t get too many of those, but the ones he did get had been more than enough to turn him off them for life.
    “I'm calling myself a fan, I guess.” She ran her nails down his back with just enough pressure that he could feel them through the fabric of his shirt, and he reached down to palm her hips, dragging her closer. He was sure that she could feel him getting hard between them. She didn’t seem bothered by it. If anything, she arched closer against his body.
    “Groupies are usually a bit too obsessed for my personal taste,” he admitted. “But a fan I think I can handle.”
    Her hand strayed down to stroke over the curve of his buttock, then his thigh, like she was exploring the muscle there. She slid it back up, and squeezed. “You think you can handle me, then?”
    It was his turn to laugh at that. “I know I can, sweetheart.”
    She looked up at him with sparks in her eyes. “You're going to have to prove that, hot stuff.”
    Well, no one could say that he didn't have a type.

Chapter 4
     
    Parker growled, leaning down for a kiss she enthusiastically returned, his hands tightening on her hips. One of hers was sliding up his back again, the other tangled in his hair and pulling just enough to make him feel the pressure. Her body rolled against his.
    When they broke apart, he was panting for air, and so was she, her breath washing warm against his shoulder. She abruptly pulled out of his hands and spun so that her back was to his chest, pressing herself against him again. Parker leaned down to rest his head against her shoulder. His arms wrapped around her waist the way they had when he had first started dancing with her, and they moved together to the bass beat rocking through the club. When she tipped her head so that the long line of her throat was on display, Parker slid his hands down her thighs and back up again, rucking her dress up toward her hips, though he didn't take it any farther than was appropriate in a public space. He pressed a kiss to the curve of her neck, and she turned her head enough to meet his eyes.
    The song ended.
    Parker straightened up, pulling back. “Want to get out of here?”
    Melissa nodded, and threaded her fingers through his so that she didn't get left behind as they worked their way back through the milling bodies and out to the edge of the room.
    “Anything you need to pick up?”
    “My purse is in one of the lockers.”
    He leaned back against the edge of the bar while