Page 25 of I Did Before I Do

“Are you okay to drive?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good.” She smiled. “I promise. And I live really close, too. I’ll be fine.”

I nodded, watching her lean against the side of her car. She looked back at me, smiling.

“What?” I asked.

Sydney shook her head. She reached out, fingers curling around my wrist. She pulled my arm toward her, bent forward to look at my tattoos.

A lock of hair fell in her face. I wanted to tuck it back, out of the way. Just so I could keep looking at her.

What was this woman doing to me?

She hummed softly to herself, pressing one finger to the outline of the skull and serpent inked on the inside of my forearm. “These are cool. I’m not sure if tattoos are for me, but yours are cool.”

“I like to think so.”

She laughed, looking up at me. Her finger continued to stroke my arm.

Her touch was definitely doing things to me.

“Kenzie says you’re a player.” She tilted her head, that loose lock of hair falling across her forehead.

I shrugged. “I like beautiful women. Haven’t found one to tame the beast yet.”

“The beast? Is that what you call it?” Her eyes darted downward again.

I took a step closer to her. “Not usually, but if you’re into it, I can.”

Sydney laughed again. She returned her gaze to my arm, her finger rounding the head of the serpent.

I wished that hand was somewhere else.

“Maybe I am into it.” She glanced up, just for a second.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I shifted, grabbing her hands, maybe a little rougher than I should have.

Her head snapped up.

I didn’t think I’d ever seen a woman look at me with so much lust.

I stepped closer, pushing her back against her car. She moaned as I kissed her, her mouth opening against mine. She tasted like hops and sunshine.

I dropped her hands. She wrapped her arms around me, pulling me closer. Her tongue nudged against mine, then slid inside my mouth.

I tilted my hips against hers. I knew, from the pleased sound she made, that she could feel how hard I was. She leaned back against her car, trying to pull me closer. I leaned over her, giving a slow thrust of my hips against hers.

Sydney suddenly pulled back, pushing against my chest.

“Stop.” Her voice was a whisper.

I drew back immediately. I liked sex, and wanted her desperately, but I wasn’t a monster.

I stood back, both of us panting. Sydney lifted one hand, wiping her mouth.

“You okay?” I started to reach for her but paused, lowering my hand.

She nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. We just…can’t.”

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