Page 50 of The Road Trip Romance

“I’ll take a tent.” She pauses and then smirks. “That one,” she says as she looks over at the big tent we just came out of which has this skylight thing at the top of it with netting.

“Dibs on the car,” Rex says as he heads back over to Sophia’s SUV.

“I’ll take that tent,” Jordan states, pointing at the smaller version of the one Sophia claimed.

“You want to shack up, bro?” Penn asks as he motions to the last standing tent.

Sophia looks over at the one-person tent and winces. “I can sleep in the car with Rex. That’s a really small tent.”

“No, take it. I want to sleep under the stars,” I say as I grab a sleeping bag from the big tent that wasn’t rolled out yet.

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Yep. When else can I do this?” I ask, motioning to the sky.

She shrugs and walks over to the car, grabbing her bag and bringing it to the tent. She tosses it inside and then looks around.

“Where was the campsite bathroom again?” she asks.

“Number one,” Penn points left. “Number two,” Penn points right and holds up a little shovel he got at the store.

Sophia blushes and goes left. A minute later she’s back. I want nothing more than to crawl back into that tent with her and show her exactly how serious I am about pursuing something between us, but she made it crystal clear she wants the night to think about things.

So, I roll out the sleeping bag on the wet ground as everyone gets into their tents. Rex already is settled in the car.

I hear Sophia sigh from behind me. “Just come in here. It’s all wet out there,” she says with a huff as she pulls open the flap of the tent.

“Are you…sure?” I ask.

She nods and I don’t waste a second crawling inside with her and laying the sleeping bag next to the one we were just inside not even thirty minutes ago. I glance over at her as she pulls out dry clothes. She eyes me and I watch her cheeks heat under the light from the single camping lantern we have.

Our gazes lock. I take off my shirt and drop it to the side. Her top teeth sink into her bottom lip, making me wish I could bite that lip. My chest rises and falls, waiting for her to make a move. She slowly takes off her top and shimmies out of her bottoms again. I take off my shorts and we’re left in our underwear.

She blushes and starts to turn away from me.

“Don’t,” I whisper. Her head slowly turns back, her eyes not leaving mine. I slowly look down at her body and back up at her face.

I don’t know if it’s how I’m looking at her that gives her a new sense of bravery, but she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, letting it fall to the ground. I groan my appreciation at her breasts. She looks down at them and frowns.

“They were better…before kids,” she whispers.

“I don’t think they could get any better,” I murmur as I grab myself through my still-damp underwear.

“Your turn, Mr. Anders,” she says in a low voice.

I smirk and pull down my underwear. Her reaction is adorable. She peeks down and her eyes grow wide and then she looks away but then looks back, her mouth falling open.

“I don’t think we’re compatible…physically,” she teases.

“Oh, I think so, M,” I state as I sit back on my haunches and wait for her to remove the last article of clothing.

She bites her lip again and I palm my bare dick in my hand as she slowly peels her panties down her legs and toes them to the side. I knew I’d love her pussy, but I didn’t know I would want to throw myself across a tent to bury my face in it.

“Whoa,” she says holding up a hand as I start to launch myself at her. “I meant what I said, Anders. Sleep. We need to sleep and think.”

“You’re killing me, M. You’re so fucking perfect,” I moan.

She grins as she slides her naked body into the sleeping bag as if wanting to torture me. “Goodnight,” she whispers.

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