Knocking Down Walls
By AnitaB
Chapter two: Loss of Control
Of course he wouldn't be late. Jarod had waited those three days just as impatiently as she had. And he'd had the further distraction of watching her, seeing her eyes go distant and her fingers touch her lips. This morning's skirt had nearly done him in as she'd walked down her own front steps.
Jarod absolutely had to get her into his arms and his hands onto those legs. Soon, very soon. All he had to do was wait and make sure she arrived safely.
Then he could touch her. /Mia, my beautiful Milagros.\\
Jarod smiled, rubbing her ring across his lips. Then he could taste her kiss and feel those long nails dig into his skin. /Stop daydreaming, and go get her.\\ Straightening his leather jacket, Jarod locked room 27 of the Miracle House Motel and walked across the street. The coffee shop had a perfect view of Mia's most likely route from the centre. /Soon, sweetheart, I can touch you soon.\\
He should have known better. His brilliant girl would never have taken the most likely route. The curtain in room 27 twitched without the door opening. /That's my Milagros.\\ Setting aside his cup of coffee, Jarod smiled and stood. Time to go get his girl. Absently, he wondered where she'd left the car.
And how she'd gotten into the room. "Mia?" The card blinked a little green light as the door opened. There… that was her mother's perfume. And that, that tingling in his fingertips meant she was close. But not close enough. "Milagros?"
"You're early, Jarod." His eyes fell closed at the drag of her nails along his shoulder and down his arm, even through the leather jacket. "In a rush?"
"You're early, too, Mia." He caught those trailing fingers between his own, turning towards her. God, Mia was … /So beautiful,\\ And watching him with heat in her eyes. "Did you miss me?" Jarod needed more, needed to feel her. Raising her hand, he buried his lips against her palm. "Well, sweetheart?"
His heart stuttered and started to race when her eyes feel closed and her fingers trembled. "Jarod," Her voice made his hands shake. He adored that his Milagros responded this strongly to his touch. But Jarod needed to know she was certain.
Jarod stepped back and opened his arms. "Come here, Mia, please." Mia bit her lip, eyes searching his face. "I need to hold you."
Her stillness, her hesitation seemed to shatter and Jarod found himself with an armful of Miss Parker cuddling closer to his chest. "Yes, I missed you, Jarod." He groaned as her arms tightened around his neck and her fingers clenched in his hair. She felt like heaven in his arms, dragging him down to demand a kiss.
Never had there been a man more willing. /Mia,\\ Jarod groaned at the feel of her lips on his, opening eagerly to the sweet invasion of her tongue. His hands thrilled at the feel of her hair between his fingers. His lips adored the hungry stroke and press of hers. His chest felt tight with the feel of his precious Milagros finally in his arms again. But she still wasn't close enough.
"Mia," Jarod reluctantly pulled back but couldn't stand to actually let her out of arm's length. Palms slid up the curve of her hips to open her jacket. "Let's get you out of this." He adored the slight twist in her smile as her dark painted nails trailed down his chest.
"You first, wonderboy," He couldn't help a smile and a groan at the feel of those beautiful hands inside his leather jacket rubbing along skin that was desperate for hers. "I don't want you running out on me."
/My sweet Mia,\\ Jarod caught her face in his hands, pulling her closer. "Listen to me, Milagros Parker. I'm not running out on you. Not ever." From inches away, Jarod watched the melting heat in her eyes before they fluttered closed and her arms tightened around his neck. "Not ever, Mia." Helpless to resist, he leaned in for a desperate kiss, drowning in the taste of her need. /God, I love you, Mia.\\
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Jarod's hands held her in the grip of his gaze. Those rich brown eyes burned into hers as his words heated every cell in her body. He stole her restraint, making every muscle in her body go shaky. Parker clung to his neck as her knees and eyelids fell. "Not ever, Mia."
And then he stole even her ability to breathe with the desperate need of his kiss. Jarod held her so close and so tight and all she could think about was getting him even closer. /Jarod,\\ She dug her nails into the hard muscles of his shoulders to drag him closer. Parker needed the weight, heat, and strength of him against every inch of her skin.
Which meant they both had to lose all these damn clothes. Weakly, she shoved at his chest and pulled back from his kiss. "Jarod," His arms opened just a little, giving her enough room to start peeling her leather jacket over her shoulders. Parker watched a smile crawl onto his lips in the instant before his hands pushed hers out of the way.
"I've wanted to do this for so long, Mia. He pressed a kiss into each of her palms before tugging the sleeves over her wrists. The jacket fell away and his hands hovered in the air near her waist. Parker felt the weight of his eyes sliding over her, head to toe. "I need you, Mia Parker. I need to touch you."
His voice sent tremors through all her nerves. She found herself wrapping her fingers around his wrists to guide those big hands to her hips. She found her eyes following her own fingers up his shirt buttons to rest on his strong shoulders. "What, Jarod, are you waiting for a written invitation?"
Then he moved. Parker barely had time for a breath before Jarod had her pinned between his chest and the nearest wall. Those big… ah… gorgeous hands dragged up her thighs as his hips pressed into hers. "'Til three days ago you wouldn't even let me touch you at all, now you wanna hurry, Mia?" A deep, hard kiss drove her nails into the back of his neck and her legs tighter around his waist. He was hard, close, and touching her. Life simply could not be any better.
Unless he was naked. "Fast, slow, either way I'll love it, Jarod." Parker cupped his jaw in both hands and invaded his mouth with an agile tongue. She waited until his hands clenched and his ribs shook with a desperate groan… then she pulled back. "But get started quick before I lose my patience."
His hips shifted, rocking against hers to a shared groan. "You have patience left?" His arms closed tight around her ribs to lift her off the wall and carry her to the bed. "I must do something about that."
She adored the look on his face as those hands pulled her shirt loose from her waistband. His eyes pulled his name from her lips. "Jarod,"
"Shh, Mia, patience. I have some exploring to do." His lips brushed hers, distracting her from his fingers at her buttons. Hot skin slid up her ribs and her hands clenched in his leather jacket. Jarod was on his knees at her feet fully dressed. Parker was going to tear the clothes off him in pieces to get to his skin. "My beautiful Mia.
"Jarod," Parker scratched her nails over his chest through the t-shirt. "I'm not losing any more clothes 'til you do, wonderboy." The leather jacket hugged his shoulders, but nothing got in Miss Parker's way for long. Just ask her sweepers. The leather hit the floor and her heels crossed behind his hips. "Come here, Jarod, closer."
His smile sent a shiver along her back in the instant before her back hit the mattress. Wonderboy's smile only widened as her arms and legs wrapped tight around him. "Well, Mia, are you out of patience yet?" His hand slid under the shirt to cover her heart, cupping her breast along the way. "Wow, just feel that pulse rate."
There was just enough humor in his voice to raise her hackles. Jarod was not the one in change here. She was going to make him shiver and run out of patience. Right now. "Jarod," She planted a hand against his shoulder and pushed him to his back, sitting across his hips. She loved the look on his face and the way his hands clenched on her hips. But those hands would distract her if they stayed there. "Arms up, wonderboy."
"Mia," She ignored the plea and ran her nails up his chest under his shirt. Smiling, Parker watched his eyes clench and his neck arch before those hands helped her peel the fabric off over his head. "Mia," She couldn't resist the heat of his eyes on her lips and the grip of his hands on her back. "Give me a taste."
Parker let his hands guide her down to his chest, to the warmth of his skin and the head of his kiss. Damn, he was too good at this. The dance and twist of his tongue against hers had hers hands fisting in the sheets. His hands, big, strong, gorgeous hands, were heating the skin up her back and edged up her thigh under her skirt.
Another three inches and he would win this little endurance contest they were having, leaving her putty in his arms. And Milagros Parker never lost. Not even to Jarod. "Hmm… big boy." Dragging herself back from his lips, she grabbed his wrists and pinned them to the pillow on either side of his head. Good damn, he was built. Every inch of his chest and stomach called for her to explore those sculpted muscles with her lips and tongue and teeth. Just little bites to leave her mark on his skin where no one else would see. /Breathe, Parker, focus. Play the game.\\ "I know you've been cuffed to a headboard before, wonderboy. I promise you'll enjoy this time the most."
He groaned, harsh and low in his that gorgeous chest and locked his fingers around the bars of his own free will. "Only if I get to chain you to the bed later, Mia. Do you want to be helpless? To lose control completely with me?"
She could see it. His complete and total attention on her. His scientist's focus on cause and effect would make him explore every little thing his hands and mouth could do to her. He would whisper theories to her in that hot, low rough voice as she lay helplessly and impatiently waiting for it. /Jarod,\\
Every single inch of her body went shivery and tingly at the thought. Completely safe and totally out of control, with her Jarod guarding and controlling her. /Oh, fuck, yes, please.\\ "Next time, hell yes. But I don't think we'll last long enough for that right now." Leaning down against his chest, Parker risked a quick, hard kiss and dragged her nails over his broad shoulders. "Just let me touch you, feel you, first, Jarod." He trembled, closed his eyes, got a death grip on the headboard, and nodded.
That he trusted her this much was as hot as the feel of him under her hands. "That's my Jarod. Hold on for me."
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She was killing him with that look and the purr in her voice. Jarod had dreamed, fantasized and come to the idea of Milagros Parker handcuffing him to her headboard and doing anything she wanted to him. Fisting his hands around the bars, he felt the helpless sound climb his throat. To the curve of her smile, he found the words to describe his other favorite fantasy. "Only if I get to chain you to the bed later, Mia. Do you want to be helpless? To lose control completely with me?"
Jarod felt her reaction ripple through every inch of gorgeous body pressed so tightly against his own. His Milagros groaned, arch, dug her nails into his chest, and shivered above him. Her body melted over his in the moment before she gave him the words her reaction had already shown him. And what a response her voice caused in his every nerve. "Next time, hell yes. But I don't think we'll hast long enough for that right now." He was still breathless when she claimed his mouth in a deep, hard kiss. Mia's hands clenched on his shoulders. The delicious bite of her nails almost kept him from hearing the need in her words. "Just let me touch you, feel you, first, Jarod."
He'd never really believed that she would give him this much desire and heat. But she was and giving him her trust and letting go of her so tightly held control. His Mia was giving him so much more. He could feel the weight and heat of her gift rub along his every pleasure receptor on the way to his heart. /God, my sweet Milagros, take all of me. I'm yours.\\
Words were beyond the abilities of the puddle she'd made of his self-control. Jarod barely managed to get a grip on the headboard and give her a nod. The shaking only spread along more of his nerves as Mia claimed him with her words and leaned closer for a kiss.
Jarod fought to show her everything he was feeling through the kiss. He loved this, loved feeling her heat, tasting her kiss. He adored the simple press of her hands against his heart. This kiss was heaven, this was more than enough love and heat to melt his every nerve into white hot liquid steel. The only scrap of control left in his entire body seemed to be in his hands. Every stroke of her tongue tightened his fingers around the bars. Every slide of her hands against his chest sent heat along his spine and a groan to his throat.
And then she pulled back. "Mia, please." Every inch of his body arched up to get her back.
She smiled, touching her fingertips to his lips and pushing down on his chest with her other hand. "Shh, Jarod. It's my turn."
Hot eyes trailed down his body in a line of fire. The look on her face made all his skin feel that heat. No one had ever looked at him like that ever. No other woman had ever controlled him so easily with a touch, a kiss, a look. "Milagros, please touch me. I need to feel you, kiss you. I want you."
"I'm right here, Jarod, you have me." Milagros licked her lips, stroked both hands spread wide down the hungry skin of his chest. "And I have you." Her hips shifted against his as she leaned down to trail a line of kisses down his throat and over his heart. "I want you, too, Jarod."
The first stroke of her tongue over his heart was quickly followed by a sharp but gently bite. Just knowing that she had marked him, claimed him stole the last of his control. The glide of her fingertips against his erection through his jeans put dynamite to his crumbling restraint. Time, it was time to set her off, to blow the living hell out of her control.
"Mia," His hands left the headboard to capture hers at the button of his pants. If her fingers reached their goal… well Milagros Parker would be wearing his spare clothes and leaving the shredded ones he would rip off her behind. "Sweet Milagros, it's my turn." Jarod wrapped his arms tight around her waist and rolled her under his chest. The grin on her face matched his own. If losing their game got him her skin under his hands… well, it seemed like a fair trade. "Hands up, my girl, hold on for me."
The rasp of sound on her lips tempted him down for a quick kiss while her hands slowly moved to the bars. He weakly pulled back to the soft, pleading sound of his name.
"Sweet Mia, let me…" those legs called to him, her skirt twisted high around her thighs from sitting across his hips. Jarod dragged himself out of her arms to kneel between her feet. Four inch high heels buckled around her ankles. It always surprised and impressed him when she ran in shoes like these. Jarod cupped both hands around that smooth, lean calf, lifted her ankle to his lips and kissed his way up her soft skin towards the back of her knee.
"Jarod," He smiled against her knee, fingers soothing at her ankle as he stripped off her shoe. /Beg a little more for me. I'll give you anything.\\ The pleading tone in her voice sharpened when he turned to her other ankle instead of climbing her thigh. "Damnit, Jarod, please."
Her legs shifted under his hands, his lips, begging like her voice was begging. But her hands stayed on the bars for all her writhing. /That's my girl.\\ He was finally going to take advantage of the short skirt twisted around her hips. "I've got you, my sweet Mia. I'm going to make you feel so good."
Locking his eyes on her face, Jarod spread his hungry fingers wide against her knees and slowly dragged his hands tight against her skin up her thighs and under her skirt. Every inch of her body responded to the slow heat and friction of skin on skin, beautifully. He felt that response echoing through his every nerve. Shoving a little higher, Jarod curved his fingers around her gorgeous hips. He'd never felt anything in the world softer than her skin. He adored the arch and twitch of her muscles under his hands. These gorgeous legs were about to be wrapped around his waist as he wrapped himself in the softest skin on this earth.
But not 'til he tasted and touched a hell of a lot more of his beautiful woman. "Good girl, give me more." His lips dropped to her raised knee and sipped at the tense muscles of her inner thigh. Tightening his hands on her hips, Jarod pressed a gentle bite into the soft skin of her thigh. /Mine, you're mine, Milagros.\\
"Jarod!" Her hands clutched at his hair, fingers scratching at his scalp and the back of his neck. His touch had broken her tightly held control.
Nothing was more beautiful.
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