After a couple of minutes, Parker’s chest hits my back, and I gasp. “Dance with me, Kens,” he breathes against my ear, and I don’t even attempt to cover the shiver that it causes. I go to spin, but he locks my hips in place. “Nah, like this.” His arm slides across my stomach, his fingers spacing out wide across my ribs so he pulls me closer, and then he buries his face in my hair. “Just like this,” he whispers.
