I pressed my hand against his huge and rippling biceps, barely contained in his tight shirt, as if to push him away, feigning annoyance, but as much as I pushed, his arm barely moved. “I’ll keep secrets if I want to!”
Parker smiled wider and crossed his arms under his mammoth chest, looking down at me with a twinkle in his eyes that made me want to climb all over him, despite us not being alone. How could this man do this to me, make me feel these things, so quickly after meeting him? All he had to do was glance at me, give me even the smallest hint of a smile, and I was already undressing him with my eyes, and lusting over doing it for real.
Is this how men felt when they saw a pretty girl walk by? No wonder!
“I’m waiting,” he said, tapping his foot on the ground like a schoolteacher. “Out with it.”
“It’s nothing, it’s just that you have a last name for a first name, and that always makes me laugh.”
“Would it be funnier if I also had a last name for a last name, or if I had a first name for a last name?”
“I…I hadn’t really thought about that. Gimme a second.” It was then that I noticed that I had never taken my hand off Parker’s arm. I looked at his chest straight on as I thought, my eyes starting to wander downward each time until I pulled myself back up. Ugh, while it was exhilarating going a little wonky over a guy, I didn’t want to come off like a complete dork.
Then Parker’s hand was under my chin, lifting my head up as he came closer, and before I knew it, he was kissing me. I couldn’t help it, I moaned into his kiss, inviting him in, feeling myself collapse into his arms right there on the dance floor. I closed my eyes.
The pounding music disappeared.
The other people disappeared.
Everything else disappeared but Parker and me and our kiss.
It was that amazing. Like everything a girl dreams of a first kiss being, it was all of that rolled into one. And it seemed to just keep going and going.
Our tongues danced together as we learned how our bodies moved together. It was electrifying.
Finally, Parker pulled away, and I opened my eyes again, feeling like it had been hours since I had seen anything. He still smiled at me. “Whoa,” I said, still without complete control of my faculties.
“Whoa? That’s pretty good. I haven’t heard that one before, not in a long time.”
“Shut up, give me a second.” I pushed him again.
He cocked his head to the side and stood up straight, towering over me. Guy must have been a good 6’3” at least. And that short dark hair, those deep brown eyes…wait a second, wasn’t I trying to get control of myself? This was not the way to do so! “You sure do ask for a lot of seconds. So demanding.”
“Jerk.”
“Guilty as charged. Shall I go?” He turned, widening the gap between us, and I could feel the polarity shift, like he really intended to go, and for a second I was worried.
“N-No, don’t go.”
“Had you there for a second, didn’t I?”
“You’re the worst, you know that?”
“The worst how? The worst guy who’s ever kissed you in a club while having a last name for a first name? I just want to know where I’m at, here.” He held up his big arms, moving his hands back and forth like he was trying to gauge the size of something.
I couldn’t help but smile at it, though I wasn’t sure if provoking or encouraging this kind of behavior was a good idea. “Just the worst. You know, in general.”
“Yeah. I’m pretty bad, aren’t I?”
“That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”
“I’m gonna kiss you again.” He started to move his head forward and down toward mine.
“When?” I asked, tentatively, seeing him stop just in front of my face.
“I dunno yet, I’m thinking about it.” That brow furrowing again, argh, I couldn’t stand it, but it was so gorgeous to see.
“Think faster.” I tapped my foot on the ground but I was sure it was lost in all the sound around us.
“Give me a second, why don’t you? You took all my seconds and I want one of them back.”
“Have I ever told you how much I hate you?”
“Well, that definitely makes me want to kiss you again.”
“When was that, by the way?”
“Right now.”
“You better…” and then our lips met again and the volume on the world turned back down as we came together.
When we finally broke the kiss, Parker looked around. He had noticed the crowd dancing around us for the first time. He looked sheepish for a half second before composing himself. “Shall we dance, then?”
In that moment I did something more bold than I had ever done in my entire life. I don’t know what made me do it, but I had a hunch and I went along with it. To say that I’m glad that I did, in retrospect, is the biggest understatement of all time.
I pulled Parker in close to me so he wouldn’t misunderstand. “How about we get out of here instead?”
If Parker was at all surprised by what I had just said, he didn’t show it, not even for a moment. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”