Page 38 of Pucking Amazing

Her breath hitches and she parts her lips slightly. I’m so fucking tempted to lean in and capture that pouty mouth with my own. Instead, I force myself to pull back, trailing my fingers down her arm and noticing how her skin prickles with goosebumps at my touch.

I clear my throat and force myself to look away. “Another beer?” I ask, my voice coming out rougher than I intended.

Sydney nods. I signal the bartender for two more of the potent domestic drafts. Is it getting hotter in here? I shift on my stool, trying to adjust myself discreetly. This woman turns me on without even trying.

I want to peel that sundress off her and lay her out on my bed, kissing a path down her throat, between her perfect tits, over her soft belly. Burying my face between her thighs and tasting her sweet honey until she’s writhing and begging for more...

The beers appear in front of us and I take a long swig of the cold liquid. It does little to cool the desire raging inside me.

Sydney watches me over the rim of her glass, her cheeks flushed and her eyes dark. She senses this electric pull between us too, I can tell. But neither of us makes a move, the exquisite tension simmering in the scant space separating our bodies.

Sydney told me to behave, so behave is what I’ll do.

For now…

The hotel is totally deserted when we get back.

The silence of the lobby amplifies every step we take, the clicking of Sydney’s heeled sandals on the marble floor echoing like a metronome ticking down to something inevitable. I glance at her, catching the slight tremor in her fingers as she brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

We’ve kept things friendly tonight, but the night isn’t over yet. I call the elevator, gesturing for Sydney to step in first. She hesitates for a fraction of a second before sliding past me, the subtle scent of her perfume filling the small space—something floral and wickedly intoxicating.

The doors close with a soft ding, and we laugh as we both reach for the same button, realizing we’re staying on the same floor. And suddenly it’s just us, surrounded by mirrored walls that only seem to multiply the tension.

I lean against the wall, trying to look casual, and not like I’d like to rip her clothes off and fuck her right up against that mirrored wall. Not at all.

“So,” I start, breaking the quiet. My voice sounds unnaturally deep in the confined space. “Did you have fun tonight?”

Sydney leans back against the opposite wall, mirroring my posture.

“I did,” she admits. “Thank you—I needed this.”

The elevator pings and the doors slide open to reveal the dimly lit hallway. Sydney and I step out in unison, our footsteps muffled by the plush carpet. We don’t speak but an electric current builds between us as we walk side by side down the deserted corridor.

My room is coming up on the left. I pause with my keycard in hand, my heart suddenly pounding. It’s now or never.

I turn to Sydney, my eyes searching her face.

“Listen, I know you think this is a terrible idea, but if I don’t at least ask if I can kiss you right now, I’m not going to be able to sleep tonight.” I swallow hard. “But no pressure, the decision is totally yours.”

Sydney stares back at me, her eyes glinting in the low light. The moment stretches between us, taut with unspoken desire.

Then she lunges forward, crashing her lips against mine.

Suddenly we’re a tangle of roaming hands and gasping breaths as we stumble backwards into my room. I kick the door shut and press Sydney up against the wall, my body molding to hers.

Holy shit, is this finally happening?

CHAPTER 12

DJ

My head swimming and my cock throbbing, I kiss Sydney again but release her when she suddenly hesitates, pulling back slightly. Her eyes search my face, uncertainty dancing across her delicate features.

I cup her face gently. “Hey, if you’re not comfortable with this, I’m happy to back off. No questions asked.”

Even as I say the words, they ring hollow.

Who am I kidding? Walking away from Sydney right now would be the hardest thing I’ve ever done.

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