Stealing Parker

“What are you thinking about?” I ask.

He glances around at the pavement. “I was wondering where exactly Henry found that hot pink dildo.”

I slap his chest, making him laugh, and we move closer and closer.

When we stop, I say, “I kinda lied.”

He loosens his grip on me, and begins to pull away, looking hurt, so I get up on tiptoes and lightly peck his lips. Because I want to. Tingles rush over my skin, and he moans from deep in his throat. We break apart and smile at each other.

“More?” Will whispers, then gives me another quick kiss. My hands are in his hair, and his eyes are hazy with happiness. “What did you lie about?”

I adjust his crown of ivy. “I wasn’t just falling for you…I think I loved you.”

He digs fingers into my waist and yanks me closer, acting all sexy alpha male.

“I was getting there,” he replies with a husky voice, sweeping his hands over my back. “Love, I mean.”

“You think you could get back to that place?”

He nods, brushing his lips against mine. “Could you get back?”

I can do whatever I want.