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Preston
Last time I’d kissed Sydney, she’d been unprepared, but this time she was ready. Even though I cupped her cheek, I didn’t need to guide her. She turned into my kiss, meeting me eagerly. And she let out the same moan as last time when my tongue invaded her mouth.
I was curious to see if her amazing kiss had been a fluke. A one-time-only, perfect storm that couldn’t be replicated. Or if it had only been good and I’d just built it up in my mind to become something spectacular.
Well . . . nope.
I was happy to discover it was just as good the second time around, if not better. At least now we didn’t have to worry about anyone wandering by and catching us. She matched my intensity and kissed me like she’d been waiting a whole damn year for this moment.
The atmosphere in the car began to shift the longer we kissed. It swirled with sex and heat, feeding into the way our mouths attacked each other. I was greedy and maybe too dominating, but the lust for her? It caught me off guard and I couldn’t seem to stop myself.
She didn’t seem to mind, though, or the way we were awkwardly leaning over in our seats, like our bodies needed to be closer to each other. I wanted the center console gone from between us. More space to maneuver and get my hands on her—
Colin’s warning was suddenly loud in my head.
Don’t touch my sister.
After everything that had happened with Cassidy, he’d been the one to fill the best friend spot she’d vacated. He’d helped me deal with the fallout. He’d been the one to know when to call me out on the times I was being a prick.
I’d been the center of attention with both my parents growing up, and it meant I could be selfish. I was trying hard these days to be better. More thoughtful, and caring, and someone who could think about others first.
Shit, I wanted to be a good guy.
But a good guy wouldn’t do this to his best friend, would he? He’d stop kissing his friend’s sister, tell her he wasn’t interested in taking her virginity, and then drive her wherever she wanted to go. A good guy wouldn’t be wondering if there was a minimum number of ‘lessons’ he could give her that wouldn’t be that bad.
How many times could I fuck Sydney that Colin would tolerate if he found out? Was there a chance that number was greater than zero?
Fucking doubtful. So, of course, I shifted to find ways to justify it. If I didn’t help her, she’d find someone else who would, and . . . shit, I didn’t want that. That guy could be an asshole who wouldn’t know how to do it right. He wouldn’t have the kind of connection to her that I did. That meant there was no way he’d treat her as good as I would.
It was a warped, fucked-up way of looking at it, but maybe I could be a good guy after all. I’d be saving her from the experience of a terrible first time.
I abruptly broke off the kiss. “How many lessons?”
“What?” Her eyes were hazy, and her full lips were damp, and if I focused on them too long, I began to imagine what they’d look like wrapped around my dick.
“How many lessons do you want?”
“Uh . . .” She looked at me like I’d just demanded she do complex math. “Are you asking me how many lessons it’ll take for you to teach me how to be bad?” Her eyebrows tugged together as she considered it. “Wouldn’t you know better than me?”
Fuck, she had a point. “Two?”
“Two?” She didn’t like my lowball offer. “No, I think it’s got to be at least ten.”
“You want me to fuck you ten times?”
She inhaled sharply and her eyes widened. “I thought . . .”
My question had flustered the virgin, and she looked so innocent and sexy, I groaned inside my head. It shouldn’t turn me on, but it really fucking did.
She swallowed hard enough I heard the click of her throat, and then she lifted her chin to try to look unaffected. “I didn’t know we were talking about sex. I thought the lessons would, like, be about other things too.”
“Other things,” I repeated. I both wanted her to clarify, and to see how much I could make her blush.
“I don’t know.” But she did. “Like, fooling around.”
I reached over and set my palm on the bare skin of her thigh, just above her knee, and a smile curled on my lips when her gaze dropped to it. Her skin was warm and smooth. While I liked the feel of this simple touch, I loved the way her breathing went uneven.
