I popped the trunk of my car, which was packed to the brim with camping gear. “We’re going camping.”
He looked into my trunk and then back at me. “And your brother? Where does he think you’re going to be tonight?”
I pulled him closer to me, my finger in his belt loop. “At a friend’s house. Tonight it’s just you and me.”
The tent was set up, sleeping bags laid out, fire going, and Parker seemed to be keeping a wide berth from me.
There was hesitation in his eyes that I had frequently seen over the last couple weeks. He was nervous to be alone with me. I didn’t know his reasoning, but he didn’t have a choice tonight. There was no one else around. Not for miles.
“Do you want to play a game?” I sat down in a chair next to the fire, and he sat down directly across from me.
“What kind of game?” he asked hesitantly, but the smirk that caused me to fall in love with him pulled at his lips.
“Truth or dare?” I shrugged.
“Okay.” He took a sip of his water and I watched his throat as he swallowed.
“I’ll go first.” I leaned forward in my seat and watched him. “Truth or dare, Parker?”
“Truth.” He grinned.
“Did I mention that if you refuse to tell the truth or complete your dare you have to strip?”
“You can’t make up rules as we go.” He moved closer to the fire, matching me.
“I do what I want, Parker James. Now tell the truth. How many girls have you been with?”
He stared me down before pulling his black t-shirt over his head. A small pang of jealousy hit my chest, but I knew he wouldn’t answer the question. And I couldn’t be jealous when I was the one who got to sit across from him without his shirt on.
“So we’re going to play dirty, huh?” He raised his eyebrow. “Truth or dare?”
I tapped on my chin as if it was the hardest decision I had ever made. “Dare.”
He narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t expected me to pick dare, but he should have learned a long time ago that I would never back down from a challenge.
“I dare you to kiss me.”
I stood from my chair and made my way over to him. He angled his face toward me, but instead of kissing him, I took the opportunity to lower myself down, straddling his lap.
“What are you doing?” His hands gripped my hips as if I was about to attack him.
“Kissing you. That was my dare wasn’t it.” I leaned my body into his and ran my tongue over his neck where I could see his pulse.
“Livy,” he growled.
“Yes?” The word was a whisper on my lips as I sucked his earlobe into my mouth.
“You’re not playing fair.” He gripped my hips harder.
I leaned back to look at him. “You weren’t specific about the kiss, and you can’t make up rules as we go.” I winked at him, and he rolled his eyes. “Truth or dare?”
“Dare.”
“I dare you to close your eyes for ten seconds and during those ten seconds you can’t stop whatever it is I’m doing?”
He swallowed, hard. “If I refuse?”
“Then these bad boys are coming off.” I pulled on the leg of his jeans before he bit out a curse.
He leaned his head against the back of the chair and his eyes slowly slid closed. The muscles of his abs were tightened in anticipation, and they jumped under my touch as I ran my hand over the ridges of muscle.
I pressed my lips to the corner of his and his hands bit into my hips as I ground down against him. I ran my mouth down his neck, peppering kisses against his skin, and causing goosebumps with a trail of my teeth.
“Truth or dare?” His voice was rough and my thighs involuntary tightened against him.
“Truth.” I ran my tongue against his collarbone.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
I leaned back away from him then I slowly lifted my shirt from my body.
“What are you doing?” he whispered as if we were about to be caught.
“That’s more than one question, but I didn’t feel like answering the first so I’m paying the consequences.”
He ran his hand through his hair, but his gaze stayed glued to my breasts. “We can’t do this, Livy.”
He didn’t look like he believed what he was saying. He looked like this was exactly what he wanted to do.
“Truth or dare?”
He looked up at my face, then. Lust staring back at me.
“Truth.”
“Why don’t you want me?”
“What?” He stood from the chair, me in his arms.
“You heard me.”
He was walking, and I had no idea where he was taking us. I couldn’t take my eyes away from him. We crashed into the tent, his body falling on top of me, his weight supported by his arms.
“Don’t say that shit again, Livy.” His voice was stern, and I didn’t push him. “I have never wanted something so bad in my life.” He ran his nose along my chest, his skin brushing against the skin of my breast. “But you are worth more.”
He started to pull away from me, but I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him against me.
“Don’t say that again.” He watched me. His eyes searching my face. “I want you to be my first, Parker. I want you to be my last. Please don’t make me beg you.”
I barely finished my sentence before his mouth slammed against mine. It wasn’t a kiss like you see in the movies where our mouths moved perfectly against each other as we tasted each other. Instead, our kiss was desperate. He drug my bottom lip through his teeth and my hips rose to meet his, begging for more. His hands were wrapped in my hair and our chests heaved against one another.
He pulled his mouth away from mine and I groaned at the loss. But then his tongue tasted my neck and I had never wanted it anywhere more.
I gripped his hair in my hands as he moved his way down my body. The air hit my breasts as he pulled the cups of my bra down. He looked down at me, admiring my body, and I squirmed under his stare.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” He laid his hand at the base of my neck before running it down my chest and cupping my breast in his hand.
His eyes held mine as he lowered his mouth, watching me, teasing me, and when his tongue met my nipple, I almost came out of my skin. He took his time with me, my stomach clenched tight and my panties soaked by the time he popped the button of my jean shorts.
“Are you sure?” He stared into my eyes, and I knew in that moment that regardless where we went from here, this moment would always be one of the most real moments I would ever know. We were raw and sure and completely in love.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”
He pressed his forehead against mine, his breath harsh against my lips.
He slowly pulled my shorts down my legs followed by my panties. He was taking his time and touching every inch of my skin.
He kissed his way up my legs, and my stomach tightened as he pushed my thighs apart. My legs shook under his touch. My heart raced under his stare.