Chapter 8

Eliot was still mulling that uneasy feeling he had about the whole plan on the drive back to the hotel. The last time he'd felt this way, someone had tried to blow up his truck. And then tried to booby trap his apartment. And finally tried to shoot him in the head. He'd learned to pay attention to the feeling.

Parker was quiet next to him, but he could feel her curious eyes slipping over his way periodically.

"You're worried," she finally said, squirming around in her seat to face him. Eliot smiled just a little. He was impressed she'd held it in that long. "Why?"

He shook his head. "No real reason," he said. "Just gotta feeling."

Parker frowned at him, and he glanced quickly at her before returning his eyes to the road. "Your feelings usually mean Columbians are about to attack us," she said bluntly.

"What?" Eliot said, surprised. "Where'd you get Columbians?"

"Oh, couple of years ago," Parker said, waving her hand airily. "You can't trust the Columbians. Almost as bad as the Russians."

"Russians? Parker, there aren't any Russians in this job," Eliot started, feeling a bit befuddled. It was a common feeling around Parker. Someone, her conversations often jumped several spaces at a time, and that was hard to keep up with.

"I know, Eliot," and he could just hear the eye roll. "But if you've got a feeling then maybe we should be looking for them. Or the Columbians."

Eliot rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Parker. There are no Columbians or Russians in this job," he said slowly and deliberately. He held up a hand as she opened her mouth. "BUT, I think your point is that if I'm uneasy, there's usually a reason for it. Am I right?"

"Well, of course," Parker said. "Isn't that what I said?"

Eliot snorted, and then grinned. Why the hell not. "Yeah, darlin', that's what you said."

Eliot parked the Camry at the hotel and pulled the keys out of the ignition. He sat for a moment, not getting out of the car. He was suddenly a little nervous. Hell, ok, a lot nervous.

And Parker being who she was, so damn smart that she didn't know it, picked up on it. "What's wrong?" she asked, looking at him. Her eyes widened, and she looked around quickly. "Are we checking for Columbians again?"

Eliot groaned. "No. There are no Columbians." He took a deep breath, and rolled his head on the headrest to look at her. "Are you coming to my room?" he asked, stomach knotted up.

Parker was still looking suspiciously outside. "Of course I am," she said, peering at a red pickup in the far corner of the garage. "It's a lot nicer than my room."

Eliot opened his mouth, then shut it. That wasn't really the answer he was looking for, but he'd take pretty much anything. "Right," he muttered, and opened the car door. He stalked his way through the lobby, Parker trailing just behind him, still scanning for imaginary Columbians. He might have punched the elevator button a little hard, but that was just because the damn thing was taking so long to arrive. And if the other couple who got on the elevator gave him leery looks, he was sure it was because they thought he was a celebrity in disguise, not because he was scowling.

The elevator dinged, and he and Parker stepped out onto their floor. Parker brushed by him, and danced ahead, holding up his key card with a smile. "Parker," he started, reluctantly amused by her smirk and quick fingers. She had the door open and had vanished into the room in a flash, and Eliot had to hustle to catch the door from closing and locking him out of his own damn room.

He stepped in, and shut the door. Parker hadn't flipped the lights on yet, and he took a step or two forward to reach for the switch. Instead, he was hit from the side with soft, warm woman. Arms wrapped around his neck, a mouth found his and Eliot went stumbling backward and found himself flat on his back on his bed.

Parker smiled down at him. "Silly Eliot," she said softly, leaning down to kiss his nose. "I can't do this if I'm in my room." And then her mouth fastened onto his.

Eliot figured his brain was working somewhere, and managed to wrap his arms around Parker, plastering that wonderful lithe body against his. She kissed with her whole self, he thought dazedly, lips and tongue and mouth and hips and legs and… He was already hard as a rock just from her tongue tracing the seam of his lips.

Parker hummed against his mouth, and then her lips slipped away, over his cheek and down his jaw. Eliot's breath caught as those lips nipped and soothed down his neck, all the while her hands had somehow slipped under his t-shirt and were gliding up his sides. Long, slender, thieving fingers… so clever and so dangerous. They were pulling off his shirt, and he wasn't fighting it one bit. Then that mouth was on his chest, those fingers teasing and taunting his flat nipples.

"Parker," he choked out as her mouth closed over the other. His hands finally decided to wake up, and he reached for her, pulling at her own clothing. God, he wanted his hands on her breasts. Soft, warm, so sexy… "Have I mentioned I love that you don't wear bras?" he managed to get out.

She hummed against his skin, as his thumbs rubbed her nipples. "One less thing to snag in an airduct," she sighed. Those magic fingers danced lower, tracing and teasing at his belly. Eliot could feel his muscles constrict as her hot breath brushed over his skin. "I like your bellybutton," she said, and kissed it.

Eliot was startled into a laugh, ok, a rather tense one, considering where her hands and mouth were. "Ok," he strangled out. Her fingers were unsnapping his jeans and pushing them off his hips, along with his boxers. Eliot rather mindlessly lifted his hips, letting her.

"And I really like this," Parker murmured before stroking his erection. Eliot's vision swam and a groan slipped out.

"Good," he barely managed to grunt before all the breath left his body and her hot, wet mouth closed over the tip of him. "Oh, god…" her hands were teasing between his legs, her mouth was… well… Eliot swallowed hard, feeling the coiling in the pit of his stomach. Naked. He needed her naked.

He jerked away from Parker, only to rear up and flip her to the bed, pinning her down. His hands fumbled just a little as he stripped her pants and panties off as fast as he could. "How the hell do you do these things to me," he muttered, closing a mouth over her bare breast and sucking. Parker gave a little shriek and he switched to the other mound. "Knots. You tie me in knots," he growled and tasted the second breast.

Then they were rolling and Parker was on top of him again and she was leaning over him, panting. Her hands were on his biceps, pressing them into the bed as she straddled his chest. They both lay still for a moment, chests heaving. Eliot couldn't help but notice the nice things that breathing hard did to Parker's currently naked chest. And then Parker slid her hands up his arms, over his shoulders, and came to rest on his chest while her hips slipped down his body and ohgodyes she slid that hot, wet center right over him.

Eliot jerked his hips, hands going to her waist, and Parker shifted and then he slid in. They both moaned, Parker a high, breathy sound that was so damn hot, and Eliot low and almost pained. Her body, joined to his… it was so damn good. Better than he'd ever felt before, and that was saying something.

Then Parker rolled her hips, and she began to move, and it was even better. How could he feel this good? It wasn't simple sex, it couldn't be… no one else had made him feel this combination of need and want and desperation and… and,,, home.

Eliot stared up at the vision above him, pale, slim body shining in the night, and stroked his hands up her sides. Parker hummed with pleasure and he did it again. And again. And then he caressed every inch of skin he could reach and some that he couldn't. He reared up and kissed her, pressing her harder into his lap, letting her grind against him as he felt her body quicken. He slipped a hand between them, stroking and rubbing and feeling her draw tighter and tighter until she came with a little cry and that set him off and his vision went dark and his body exploded.

And underneath it, he managed to hold onto her the whole time, keeping her close and keeping that feeling of… well… yeah.

Afterward, he lay in his bed, wrapped around her as she slept. She used his arm as a pillow, her back snug to his front. His other arm was wrapped around her waist, his leg tossed over hers.

Eliot listened to Parker breath, peaceful, quiet, deep. It might be one of his new favorite sounds. Right up there with that breathy little moan, he thought, lips curving just a little. That sound definitely ranked at the top of his list. He pressed a soft kiss to one pale, bare shoulder.

"Sleep, Eliot," she mumbled. She sighed and snuggled back a little more, pressing her bottom into his groin and her back more firmly against him.

Eliot smiled and kissed her skin softly again. "You, too," he said quietly.

"I am," she sighed, voice trailing off.

Eliot tucked her head more securely under his chin, and smiling, closed his own eyes.

Look at that, more smut! What on earth has gotten into me? Oh yeah, horny Eliot and Parker, that's what. Enjoy!