I’M SOAKING IN THE BATHTUB WHEN THERE’S A KNOCK ON THE DOOR. I GRAB a towel, dry my feet, and open it.

Parker’s standing there. He looks freshly showered and clean-shaven, and his hair is still slightly damp.

His gaze drops to my towel. It’s about the smallest one I could have grabbed.

“Sorry to interrupt,” he says. “I can leave if—”

“No,” I say. “Don’t.”

The door clicks closed behind him. My towel drops to the floor. He stalks toward me, and I keep walking backward, until my bare back hits the floor-to-ceiling windows.

“Tell me what you want,” he says, his voice more tortured than I expected.

“Everything, Parker,” I say. “I want everything.”

He sinks to his knees. He hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, then the other, and I gasp, only my upper back leaning against the glass. His hands curl around my thighs, keeping me steady. Then he begins to devour me.

His tongue parts me, and I’m instantly melting, struggling to keep myself upright. He lightly runs his teeth across my center, and I cry out, then shamelessly ride his face until I shatter, nearly bucking off the wall, Parker pressing a hand against my hip. Slowly, he brings one leg back down, then the other.

I lead him to my bedroom and don’t make a move to turn the lamp on. All we have are the city lights, glittering below us. In the dark, I take my time, taking his shirt off, running my hands down his arms and chest like I’m committing every part of him to memory. Because I am.

When I sink to take his pants off, I stay on my knees, and Parker says, “You don’t have to.”

“I know,” I say, looking up at him. “I want to.” And then my lips are around him. He curses, then braces his hand against the closest wall. I’m not good at this, I don’t have a lot of practice, but he tells me how good it feels, and lightly wraps my damp hair around his wrist and fist to keep it out of the way.

When I think he might almost be there, he leads me back to my feet and says, in a voice of pure need, “Get on your hands and knees.”

I do, my back arched, anticipation making me breathless, and he gets the condom he says he started carrying around in his wallet after Paris. He slips it on and then slips in and in and in, and I inadvertently clench around him, making him curse against my spine. When I’m used to him, he slowly inches out and then buries himself inside me in a smooth motion, with a blinding flash of pleasure.

He pulls my hips back, higher, and I pant against my pillow as he drives into me harder, faster, until I can’t think beyond the sparks barreling up my spine. Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, he pulls out and gently flips me onto my back.

“I want to look at you,” he says, as he leans over me. “One last time.”

I want to look at him too. This time, when he slips inside of me, it’s nothing like it was before. He’s slow. His forehead presses against mine. His hand cups my cheek.

Our gaze doesn’t break as he drives into me, as I meet him stroke for stroke. I reach up and touch his face, one last time .

His lips find mine, and the kiss is punishing. The pace of his hips increases, and his tongue follows it, tasting me, running across the top of my mouth, my teeth, branding me, until I’m moaning, until I’m writhing against his length with need, like he wants me to remember, he doesn’t want me to ever forget this moment.

His hand curls around my ass, he lifts my hips, and then I’m breaking. I gasp, clenching around him, this pleasure like the tide, drowning me, only to be ripped away again, and he releases my mouth to watch me.

“Parker,” I say, and his hand travels to my back, to pull me to his chest as he buries himself deep inside me as he finishes, pulsing, grip tightening. He holds me like that for a few seconds, our hearts speaking Morse code to each other.

Then he sets me down, and we just look. We just look and look, committing each other to memory.

We both know what this is, without saying the words. That’s always been our superpower. This is the last time for this, before I leave and our lives diverge again.

What a gift that they converged at all, if only just for the summer.