“Sorry. You’re more gorgeous than the last time I saw you. Can’t help it.”
She rolls her eyes and another blush lights up her cheeks. “I asked you a question.”
“What was it?”
“What’s next?”
I realize then that she’s finished eating. “Well, if you don’t have the appropriate winter clothes, then we can go to my house to hang out for a bit.” I’ve already given her my coat because she was cold, so now I’m cold. “We can chill today since you’ve been traveling. How does that sound?”
Sydney nods. “As long as I’m warm, I’m down for anything.”
That is so not the right thing to say to me. Once I pay the bill, we head to my house. Dad is at work, so it’ll be just the two of us for a little while. Maybe we should hang outside the entire time because this is a dangerous setup. I’ll make sure there’s space between us. I won’t touch her or kiss her and all will be well.
Sydney fucks up that plan.
I sit on the couch first, which is mistake number one. She sits down next to me with zero space between us. Then, she says, “I need to ask a weird question.”
“Go for it.”
“Can I touch your beard?”
I laugh. “Yeah.”
That’s mistake number two. She shifts onto her knees to face me. Both of her hands reach up and move over the hair. I’m super proud of this beard. I’m the only one on the team who has been able to grow one like this. It’s not huge, but it’s longer than anyone else’s. It took forever to grow it, but now, I have to trim it to keep it from getting longer and to keep it decent looking.
“Wow,” Sydney murmurs. She looks fascinated.
“What?”
“It’s rough and soft all at once.” She rubs her hands along my jaw and I swear, a shiver runs along her spine. She avoids looking at me as she blushes, which confirms that she did indeed shiver. Her gaze focuses on my mouth. “Another question.”
“Yes. The answer is yes.”
She laughs, lifting her eyes to mine. “You don’t even know what it is.”
“I don’t care. Yes times a million.”
“Are you sure? What if I want to punch you? You bruise like a peach, remember?”
I groan. “You were supposed to have forgotten about that.”
“Sorry.” There’s st
ill a smile playing on her lips, and I want to kiss her.
“The answer is yes,” I repeat.
With no hesitation and no pause, she leans forward and kisses me. For Sydney to make a move like that is the last thing I would’ve ever expected her to do. The kiss itself, however, is more like her. It’s tentative at first and then becomes more demanding. Even the kissing is better! I grab her hips to make her straddle me because I need her closer to me. My arms need to be around her waist before I try to take this further.
Sydney is content with making out. Her arms wind around my neck. How can her mouth and tongue have so much control? I want to unleash the rising need inside of me, but Sydney seems to be in no hurry to do anything about what has to be building inside of her as well. I know it is. She wiggles her hips, making me groan. She tugs on my beard, which turns me on more than makes sense.
When she nips my lower lip, it’s my undoing. Without thinking of the consequences, my hands begin to roam over her hips, up her sides, and to her breasts. Sydney squeaks in surprise, but keeps kissing me. I give them a squeeze. Fuck. Am I really doing this? Is she letting me? I want to feel her skin. I slip my hands underneath her shirt. Sydney shivers again and groans when I push my hands underneath her bra.
Man, I wish she’d let her hands leave my beard and do a little exploring of their own. I certainly wouldn’t mind.
But then, her phone rings loudly from her purse and she jumps out of my lap, leaving my hands empty, my body cold, and me extremely horny. Sydney takes a few deep breaths before she answers.
“Hey, Dad. Yeah, I got here fine. Yeah, he picked me up. Thanks. Yeah, I’ll be home by then. Okay. Bye. Love you too.” She hangs up and readjusts her bra while avoiding my gaze completely.