Page 69 of Shifting Gears

“You’re not who I thought you were, AJ,” she murmured.

I turned back toward her, and she stepped into my body.

“Please, is there any way you can stay? I just … everything you’ve done has surprised me, in more ways than one. I want to be selfish and have a day as perfect as possible right now. Even though it feels so wrong to want you in any way, I’d be lying if I said I wanted you to go home. And I know I push back every time you tease, but that’s not because I don’t want you.”

She reached her arms up around my neck, and I moved with her, careful to not rub her tattoo. I pulled her up into me as our lips crashed together.

Fuck, did the warmth of her body against mine feel good.

I pressed her back into the door and drove my lips against hers harder as we made out.

Her tongue was the first one to coax further. She hesitantly flicked against mine, and when I swirled mine around hers, she moaned into my mouth.

She reached behind her as we broke the kiss, fumbling for the doorknob. She twisted it, and I slammed my hand on the door to push it open. We stumbled inside together.

The second the door clicked shut behind us, Sydney was all over me. Fingers twisted the front of my hoodie as she yanked me down like she couldn’t wait another moment. Our mouths crashed together for the second time, messy and hot, her kiss demanding in a way that set my blood on fire.

I tossed my keys toward a table behind me without even looking where they actually landed and grabbed her hips, backing her into the wall. She gasped into my mouth when her spine hit the surface, but she didn’t miss a beat—hooking one leg around my waist, grinding herself closer until I could barely think straight. My dick threatened to break through my joggers as my erection grew.

I kissed her back, hard and slow at first, letting her feel every second of how badly I wanted her right now, then fast enough to steal the air from her lungs. Her hands shoved up under my hoodie, palms skating over my bare skin, nails leaving faint scratches that made me groan against her lips. I gripped her tighter, dragging my mouth from hers to kiss along her jaw and down the side of her neck, where her pulse pounded.

“Bedroom,” she breathed out, voice wrecked.

“Say less,” I rasped against her skin.

I hooked my arm around her waist, and she guided me down the hall. We quickly made our way through a kitchen and living room area before going down another hallway, where there were multiple doors on either side. She placed a finger to her lipsas we passed one door, and I could hear soft humming coming from the inside.

Must be her other sister’s room.

She continued along the way, stopping at another door before tugging me into what I assumed was her bedroom.

I didn’t even have time to look around before she closed the door and shoved my hoodie up my body. I gripped the edges and yanked it over my head, tossing it onto the floor next to me.

Her hands immediately flattened against my bare chest, tracing the lines of my muscles. Her eyes flicked up to meet mine. There was a burning desire in them that drew me in.

Without looking away, I bent down and captured her mouth again, slower this time. Deeper. Her lips parted under mine with a soft whimper that made my chest tighten, and when she leaned into me, I knew there was no stopping now.

I backed her toward the bed. Her voice caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan. When the backs of her knees hit the mattress, she dropped down without letting go of me, dragging me with her.

Sydney sprawled back against the sheets, hair lying messily around her, lips kiss-swollen and eyes hooded.

“Are you always this … passionate?” she teased, breathless.

“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, baby,” I murmured against her lips, smirking as I leaned away to kiss down her neck.

She smiled, and I kissed her again. The heat building between us.

My hands slid under her shirt, palms gliding up the curve of her waist, as I felt her shiver against me. Sydney arched into my touch as I lifted her top up and over her head, revealing her beautiful, round tits and perky pink nipples. As I admired them, she reached down and pushed her shorts and panties down.

I kissed her again and again, chasing the sounds she made with that raw need between us. Each kiss deeper, slower, hotter.

I helped her step out of her bottoms as I stood up and shoved mine down. Her eyes went straight to my dick as I kicked off my pants, and I knew just how big it was.

“Don’t worry about it, baby. I’ll work you up to it,” I said with a smirk as she got onto her knees.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked as she looked up at me.

“Let me show you,” I said as I went and lay on her bed beside her. “Come here, baby,” I said as I tugged her wrist gently.

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