So distracted by his attention, I didn’t notice him unbutton my jeans until he was already sliding them off.
“Aren’t you going to get undressed too?” I asked in the darkness.
“Isn’t that your job?”
I reached up, searching for him in the dark. I pulled his t-shirt off, and then moved on to his pants. He was kneeling, so he moved to pull off his own pants. He stilled my hand when I went for my panties. He wanted me to save those for himself.
He slid off my underwear slowly, like he was savoring the moment. “Would it blind you completely if I turned on a light right now?”
“Why would you need to do that?”
“Because I need to see you. Touching you is amazing—but I want the visual. Just a glimpse.”
“But won’t that mean people could see through the tent?”
“Who’s here? We’re so far from everyone else.”
“For a few seconds.”
He didn’t reply. Instead, he turned on his flashlight and fixed the beam on my body, carefully avoiding my eyes.
In a strange, probably kinky way, it was hot having him watch me, illuminating me in that light. I watched his expression, watched the way his breathing changed.
“I will never get tired of staring at you. You’re so beautiful, it’s unreal. I still wonder how I got so lucky.”
“Funny, I was just thinking about how you have so many options.”
“Options?” He switched off the light, sending us into darkness again.
“Of girls.”
“I only want one, so that doesn’t mean anything.”
“I hope you’ll be able to say that in a few months.”
“Why? Are you nervous that I’m going to change?” He lay down next to me, gently running his hand down my arm.
“Yes.” It was so easy to be honest in the pitch blackness.
“Things might change for my music, but that doesn’t mean it changes anything for us. I’m crazy about you, Cara. And if we’re all about honesty tonight, I might as well lay it all out there.”
“Lay what out there?” I shivered again, but this time it was with nervousness.
He pulled me into his arms. “I’ve fallen in love with you.”
His words hit me hard, and I felt them deep in my chest. My reply came from my subconscious, but I’d already known they were there waiting to come out. “I feel the same way about you.”
“Oh, thank god.” His lips were on mine in a second. I returned the kiss, tangling my hands in his hair as his hands slipped down my body.
The whispered words in the dark had ignited something in both of us. His lips moved to my neck as his hand slipped between my legs. I stroked him, loving the way he came to life underneath my hand.
We didn’t spend much time on foreplay. He moved over me. “I love you, Cara.” He thrust inside me with an intensity I wasn’t expecting. The sleeping bags and mats below us were no match for the way he rocked me into the ground. I’d be sore the next day, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was having Chase on top of me and inside me.
“I love you, Chase.” My reply came late, when we were already moving together perfectly in synch and his mouth had returned to my breast again.
He groaned, my words seeming to turn him on more. His movements became deeper and faster as he filled me with the length of him over and over until he pushed me over the edge. Then he shuddered, and we both lay there panting and sweaty. The only sound remaining came from the cicadas.
He kissed me lightly. “I’m home.”
I grinned. I knew exactly the way he felt.
That’s when I heard the sound of twigs breaking.
“Chase, what was that?” I sat up, grabbing the first piece of clothing I could find in an attempt to cover myself up.
“Stay here.” He fumbled around in the dark for his underwear and slipped into them before walking out. He grabbed the flashlight.
I pulled Chase’s t-shirt over my head without worrying about a bra.
“Hey, you! What the fuck are you doing?” Chase’s voiced carried through the nearly silent night.
I heard more twigs breaking. Chase’s voice carried from slightly further away. “Give me that. Were you recording us?”