Okay, this is the part where the M rating comes into play. Whenever I write a love scene, I try to do it with taste and I hope you all can tell that. So, as always, thank you, reviewers! I appreciate you.

Part 7

Clearwater, Florida

Ethan walked along the private beach in the back of his and Miss Parker's condo. He wasn't used to living so high off the hog. At first, he thought they weren't being low profile enough, but she assured him that "just because they were living on the run didn't mean that they had to start living in dank warehouses and dressing like bums." He had smiled at the barb against Jarod, although, he didn't dress like a bum. Having stayed in several of Jarod's warehouses, he had to admit that he liked the beachside condo better.

He looked to up to see his sister pacing across the deck with her cell phone pressed up against her ear. He had been worried that the Centre would be able to track them with it when they first went on the run, but she assured him that Broots had rigged it so no one could. She had been working non stop with Broots and Sydney trying to find out where her baby brother was. She hadn't told Jarod about her plans yet, but he wished she would. The last time they had spoken with him had been weeks ago when they moved into the condo. He told them that things were going well on his end, but he could hear a difference in his brother's voice. Miss Parker noticed, too, but neither pressured him about it. He'd gotten a few leads on his mother and last they heard he was in Ohio checking them out.

Miss Parker hung up the phone and looked out at the beautiful view even though her mind was far from it. Broots had yet to find anything about her brother and it was starting to worry her. All sorts of scenarios ran through her mind about Raines torturing the boy like he had done so many other children in the past. Thinking about her untimely exit from the Centre made her mad. There were so many things she still needed to do that would have been best done while she was on the inside. Those plans were shot to hell and now things were even more difficult.

"Ethan, what do you want for dinner?" she called as he came in from the beach. Not many people knew of her culinary skills. Not many people knew about half of her skills. She could play the piano like no one's business, dance, paint, write, and speak a multitude of languages. People would be surprised at what she was capable of, but once again it was the Centre that held her back from doing what she wanted with her life.

"How about Chinese?" Ethan suggested. He was more than happy to sit back and enjoy his sister's cooking. It was the best he had eaten in years, which is why he didn't complain when he had to do the dishes.

"Chinese it is," she said strolling into the house. Soon the aroma of stir fried vegetables and seasoned meat drifted throughout the home.

Ethan was in the living room watching television when there was a knock at the door. He looked toward the kitchen to see Miss Parker coming out with her 9mm.

"You weren't expecting anyone were you?" He shook his head. Miss Parker answered the door with her gun hidden at her side only to find a weary looking pretender on the other side. "Jarod, what are you doing here?" she question heaving a sigh of relief. She quickly put the safety on the weapon. He was dressed in a pair of hunter green cargo shorts and a plain white t-shirt and he looked exhausted.

"Can I come in?"

She stepped aside and gave the street a glance over as she shut the door and locked it.

"Something sure smells delicious," he said smiling at her, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. He dropped his bag by the couch and shook hands with Ethan.

"You're just in time for dinner," Ethan informed him. "Parker is making Chinese."

"I love Chinese food."

"Surprise, surprise," Miss Parker said as she walked into the kitchen trailed by the two men. The table was already set and the food was served. Jarod and Ethan had Cokes to drink, while Miss Parker enjoyed a glass of wine with her meal. She ate slowly and watched in horror as they wolfed down their food. "You boys are making me nauseous," she told them.

"Sorry," Jarod apologized around a mouth full. "I haven't had a decent meal in nearly two weeks."

"What's your excuse?" she asked Ethan. He just smiled and continued eating.

Once the dishes were done, the three moved into the living room where Jarod and Ethan immediately got engrossed in some cheesy movie. Miss Parker excused herself after about ten minutes and headed into her bathroom for a nice bubble bath. She wanted to ask Jarod what had brought him all this way, but she could tell he didn't want to talk about it. She would give him his space for now, but she was going to get an answer before the night was through.

Closing her eyes, she let the heat of the water relax her. She felt about as tired as Jarod looked. She was emotionally drained after having failed to locate her brother and she was running out of options. She didn't want to involve Jarod, but it was looking like she didn't have much of a choice if she wanted to free her brother.

After a good half an hour soak, she quickly lathered up her body and rinsed off. Wrapping a towel around her torso, she stepped into her room only to find Jarod asleep in her bed. He had kicked his shoes and socks off and was curled up with one of her pillows. Forgoing a bra, she grabbed a pair of panties, a silky, black nightie and changed quickly in the bathroom. Going back into the bedroom, she sat down gently on the edge of the bed and watched him sleep. Though she liked his jaw a little rough, he was in desperate need of a shave. Her hand reached out to lightly finger his longish hair and she sighed. She had missed him all these weeks more than she cared to admit. Zoë had better be treating you right, she said to herself. The silly woman didn't know what a good thing she had.

Turning out the lamp, the room was filled with darkness. Making sure to stay on her side of the bed, she slid underneath the covers and fell asleep.

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Jarod woke up to darkness and the sound of someone breathing heavily. His eyes adjusted and he realized that it was Miss Parker. She was sitting up in bed with her face buried in her hands.

"Parker, what's wrong?" he asked sitting up behind her. She didn't answer right away and he placed a hand on her back, rubbing softly to try and sooth her.

"Bad dream," she told him shortly. He watched as she ran her hands through her hair and quickly wiped her face.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked resting his chin on her bare shoulder.

"Not really. You'd think I'd be used to them by now."

"Let's lay back down," he commanded softly, tugging her with him. She faced away from him and he curled up behind her, his arm around her waist. "Was it about your mother?"

"They usually are," she said softly.

"I'm sorry. I wish I could take the pain of it away for you." He closed his eyes and buried his face in her hair. "I missed you," he confessed.

Miss Parker smiled into the darkness. "Why aren't you at home?" she asked. He groaned and snuggled against her. She turned around in his embrace and looked him in the eye. "Did something happen?"

"Not really. I just needed to get away for a while," he said.

"What happened in Ohio?"

"Dead end. She was there, but no one could tell me anything about where she was headed."

"Sorry," she told him sincerely. "We're quite the pair." They lay in silence for a while before Jarod spoke up again.

"Why didn't you tell me you were trying to get your brother out of the Centre?" he asked.

She looked at him surprised. "Who told you that?"

"Sydney."

"I should have known," she said annoyed.

"Don't be mad. He was worried about you," he said defending the psychiatrist. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't want to take you away from your family to get involved in yet another of my screwed up family's problems," she sighed loudly. Sydney really had a big mouth.

"I'm going to help you," he yawned. "First thing in the morning."

"Zoë won't like that," she said fishing.

"It doesn't matter. Zoë and I aren't together anymore."

"Oh." That was a surprise. She snuggled a little closer, enjoying the feel of his body heat a little more, and closed her eyes. Zoë was a fool. "We'll talk more in the morning," she said, but he was already asleep.

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Later on, she awoke to a sensation on her cheek and opened her eyes to find Jarod leaning above her. "What time is it?" she asked huskily.

"A little past eight." He trailed his finger down her face. "I really missed you," he repeated from last night, smiling. Leaning in closer, he kissed her with all of the passion that had been building since the day she left his family's home.

Miss Parker didn't resist and quickly deepened the kiss, her lips parting beneath his. Jarod moved until he was practically lying on top of her and she welcomed the feel of his weight against her body. Her hands slid underneath his t-shirt and traveled up along the firm, sinewy muscles of his back. She continued pushing the soft, cotton fabric up until it was bunched under his arms and Jarod broke this kiss only long enough to remove the garment. Miss Parker pushed lightly against his hard chest but didn't break their kiss, urging Jarod to move until he was leaning on his hip. He slid his hand up her smooth leg, beneath her short nightie.

Miss Parker smiled as she felt his fingers teasing the silky band of her panties. "Was there something you wanted, Jarod?" she said mischievously in between kisses. His lips traveled down to her neck where he bit down lightly, eliciting a moan from the beautiful woman in his arms.

"I want you," he told her hungrily, "every single inch of you." She sat up fully and Jarod watched as she pulled the black dress over her head. The lust in his eyes was very apparent as he gazed at her perfect breasts, the brown nipples hardened with her arousal. He brushed his thumb across the firm bud before leaning in and taking it into his mouth. The moan that escaped her was nearly enough to do him in. Her fingers were in his hair trying to keep him in place, but he pulled back slowly, gently tugging the small bud with his lips. He watched as it glistened in the morning sunlight from the moisture of his tongue.

"Jarod, you're killing me," Miss Parker pleaded. In the back of her mind, she had always wondered what sex with Jarod would be like. Would he ask a thousand questions and ruin the mood or would he be so eager that it just had to be good? It was definitely the latter. Her eyes drifted closed as he moved on to give her other breast the same wonderful attention. He suckled hungrily and she thought she would melt. She had half a mind to push him on his back and have her way with him, but the pleasure he was pulling from her body was too good to be rushed. It would take all of her willpower, but she decided that she would let him do whatever he wanted.

Jarod slowly eased her down until she was lying flat on her back, her head propped against the pillows. His wet kisses trailed from her breasts down to her flat, soft stomach, to the edge of her panties. The tips of his fingers slid underneath and her hips rolled in anticipation. Jarod tugged the panties down and off, exposing the neatly trimmed patch of dark hair between her legs. He closed his eyes and inhaled the very essence of her.

Miss Parker was breathless as she watched him doing wonderful things between her legs. She couldn't stop her hips from moving as the sensation overwhelmed her, his wet, warm tongue against her slick and sensitive skin.

Jarod smiled as her thighs tightened around his head. Miss Parker tasted even better than he had imagined. He looked at her and he couldn't believe that he was making love to her. In the past, it seemed as if she would forever be off limits, but luckily things had changed. He held her as she reached her climax and slowly kissed along her thighs as she calmed down, paying special attention to the faint scar on her right thigh. He climbed back up her body, placing even more kisses as he went, and smiled at her adoringly.

Miss Parker smiled back lazily and pulled him closer. Her hands worked their way down to the tight bulge in his pants, eliciting a deep groan of pleasure. She unbuttoned them, releasing some of the pressure that was straining his arousal.

"Take these off," she whispered against his lips. Jarod complied quickly taking his underwear off with them and laid on his back when she guided down him with a hand on his chest. She gazed at his body appreciatively and took him firmly in her hand.

"Parker…" he groaned. She moved slowly down and he watched as she took him into her warm mouth. "Parker…" he whimpered again. She was doing incredible things with her tongue and if she didn't stop, he was going to… He opened his eyes as the sensation disappeared and she was smiling at him devilishly. She climbed back up his body and took his bottom lip between her teeth. He felt her guiding him inside of her and they both gasped at the feeling of his body filling hers. His hands moved to touch her as she began rocking her hips into his slowly. "You feel so good," he told her breathlessly, "so warm."

Miss Parker felt his fingers digging into the flesh at her hips. Her hands were busy massaging his chest and stomach, dusted with the perfect amount of hair, as she moved her hips a little faster. She smiled wickedly as she squeezed her inner muscles tightly around him. His hips surged upward pushing him deeper inside of her and she let out a moan of her own.

She moved faster and faster against him and he brought his fingers to where their bodies were joined to give her even further pleasure. "Jarod…" she moaned breathless. He felt her warmth contracting around him as she reached her climax for the second time and the feeling forced him to abandon any sort of control he had left. His body erupted inside of her and he caught her as she collapsed against him, their harsh breaths filling the room.

"Wow," Miss Parker breathed from her spot against his chest. She lifted her head to find Jarod grinning from ear to ear.

"That was amazing, Parker." It was her turn to smile. "I know I haven't had much experience," he explained, "but I never knew it could be so powerful."

Miss Parker kissed him deeply, slowly and resumed her spot on his chest. "I know what you mean, Pez head," she confessed.

"That was much better than Pez," he said in all seriousness. Miss Parker couldn't control the laugh that bubbled from her throat.

To be continued...