"Peaches," Parker murmurs into my ear, his low deep voice heating up my skin.
Grinning widely, I twist around to see what he's dressed up as.
And I'm not disappointed. He's wearing a black overcoat over a white dress shirt that looks like it came from the eighteenth century and tucked into dark fitted slacks.
He smiles then, showing off the fangs attached to his teeth
“My handsome, broody vampire." Not disappointed at all.
Pink stains his cheeks. "You said you wanted to dress up. I had to at least try."
I know for a fact that Parker doesn’t like dressing up for Halloween. I remember him turning up in a simple black shirt and black jeans last year. The whole night, Peyton ranted about him not putting any effort. Which means he did this for me.
The realization makes my heart take off at a gallop. "You look really good tonight," I tease.
“And you look gorgeous,” he murmurs, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear.
My brow arches. “Even with this makeup?”
“With or with no makeup on, you always look gorgeous,” he emphasizes in a soft voice. Then he takes my hands and wraps them around his neck, placing his on my waist.
And then we’re swaying to the music. We're dancing.
A contented sigh escapes me and I rest my head against his chest, my eyes fluttering close.
I've always thought that people are just exaggerating when they say that, in love, everything blurs at the edges, and that the world around them ceases to exist. But that's exactly what I'm feeling.
Right now, it’s just me and Parker on this dancefloor. I'm too wrapped up in him, in us. Nothing and no one else matters.
Lifting my head, I lean up on my toes and bring my lips to his.
He meets me halfway, his lips crashing into mine in that intense way they always do, robbing me of breath and thoughts.
“Ugh. Get a room, you two.” Quinn’s voice makes me pull away from Parker—not that he allows me to. I can’t help but laugh when I see her and Brayden slow-dancing with each other next to us.
Brayden gives me a fake scowl. “Some of us are painfully single, you know.”
It just makes me laugh harder while Parker simply shakes his head.
When the song is replaced by an upbeat one, Parker leads me off the dancefloor.
But instead of finding an empty table, we head to the nearest exit, passing by Bennett and Giovanni who are wrapped up in togas—which looks to be fashioned out of bed sheets—and too busy flirting with girls dressed in skimpy outfits to pay attention to us.
I haven't seen Jamie yet, but he's probably with Carson somewhere, who I've spotted a while ago in a stunning Cleopatra costume.
"Um, where are we going?" Not that I'm complaining. I'd go with him anywhere.
"I've reached my dancing limit," he says matter-of-factly as we walk down the quiet path out back, making me grin and him blinking in return. "What?"
My heart flutters. "You danced for me."
A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips but he doesn't say anything, staying silent until we reach the garden alcove, which is artfully decked with different kinds of paper lanterns probably meant to scare but ended up giving the place a romantic glow instead.
Suddenly, I'm hyper aware of the fact that we're very much alone. What are you going to do about it?
"So, is this your idea of going somewhere nice and private?" I say lightly even as anticipation coils deep in my belly.
Parker sits down on the long bench, still not saying anything. When he lifts his eyes to mine, I almost stagger at the heat I see in them. "Come here," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.
I suck in a shaky breath, my heart thudding against my chest as my feet mindlessly move toward him until I'm standing between his legs.
He doesn't waste time. He pulls me onto his lap and tunnels his fingers in my hair in one swift move, slamming his lips against mine.
A soft moan escapes me, my arms winding around his neck and my lips parting open to welcome his assault.
Right here, in this moment, neither of us care about the makeup on my face that can smear onto his. I don't even remember how and when he managed to remove his fake fangs before kissing me.
The kiss becomes heated as it goes on, the temperature around us growing hot, making my nipples tighten against the fabric of my dress and my skin impossibly feverish. Suddenly, I want more. I need more.
Surprising myself, I move to straddle his lap, earning a low growl of approval from him, the sound igniting my blood and causing heat to pool between my legs.
If Parker dips his fingers inside my panties, he'll find me wet and ready. For him. And only for him.
Desperately needing release, I start to move my hips. Slowly, I grind my core against his hard cock—his pants and the thin material of my panties are the only barrier between us. And the resulting friction sends delicious pleasure rocking through me, making me whimper.
"Fuck," Parker hisses, his lips dislodging from mine.
"Oh, my God," I pant, throwing my head back as I move faster, grinding harder against him.
Someone from the party can walk out here and see us, but I can't find myself to care. I'm too lost, too intoxicated in the moment to worry about getting caught.
With a groan, he brings his lips to the hollow of my neck, biting at the skin there, heightening the delicious pleasure coursing through me. "Jesus, Sawyer. You drive me so fucking crazy." He kisses me hard as his hand slips under my dress, cupping me through my soaked panties. "Already wet," he murmurs then presses two fingers against my center, rubbing delicious circles on my clit.
"Parker, please," I whimper, his name a desperate plea from my lips.
Answering my need,
