I arch my brow while the speed of my heart increases three times the normal rate. Sydney Matthews is basically commanding me to fuck her and I’m speechless. Never in a million years did I ever think I’d be in this position.
“Someone like me?” I question, wondering exactly what she means by that as my hands move from the counter to her hips.
How does she see me? Does she look at me the same way I look at myself? Like a man with a past, a boy inside that never felt good enough, that vowed to protect my family at all costs, a vow that haunted me in prison? Does Sydney know about my past? Does she look at me like I am just someone to pass the time with? Or is she looking for more than that?
What are her intentions here?
“Yeah. A bad boy. A man that knows how to fuck. A man that I shouldn’t want, but do.”
Fuck if those words didn’t give me goosebumps and send blood rushing full force to my dick. It seems to me that Sydney Matthews needs someone to fuck her into submission. And I can’t deny that I want to be the man for the job, despite this inkling in my gut that tells me this couldn’t possibly end the way I want it to.
It’s been six months since I’ve felt a woman wrapped around me, since I’ve felt the soft and silky skin of the female form that could easily become an addiction.
And the more I stare at Sydney, the more of her delicate, white flesh she exposes to me as she splits the row of buttons on her blouse and pulls the fabric apart, the more I realize that I could easily become addicted to her—like a drug that only one hit of could send you into a downward spiral.
“You want me to fuck you, Princess?”
She pauses in her movements and juts her chin out. “I’m not a princess, and I don’t want you to think of me that way, Javi. You may think you know me as someone from your past, but I’m not that girl anymore, and something tells me you’re not the same boy from all those years ago either. So let’s not be them. Let’s be two consenting adults with so much sexual tension burning between them that the only way to release it is to smother it with so much hot sex, we’re left a sweaty mess afterwards.”
Seems Sydney knows when to relinquish eloquence in her words and simply ask for what she wants. The question is, do I want to give it to her?
***
Sydney
Javier’s eyes penetrate me as I slowly pull the fabric of my shirt apart, revealing my satin demi-bra beneath. It’s not the sexiest thing I own, but there’s no contemplating that detail now.
As I was following Javier to his house just moments ago, something within me snapped. Maybe it was the pressure this evening from Andrew and my father to give him a chance. Maybe it was the hellish day I had at work, or hellish week really.
Or maybe for once in my life, I just wanted to give in to temptation, ask for someone to fulfill the desires that flood my mind at night. And the more I thought about it, the more I drew on every interaction between us, the more my mind was made up.
Javier was the man for the job, and I wasn’t about to walk out of his house without at least putting myself out there.
Now his golden eyes are searing across my skin, his hands digging into the flesh at my waist, and his body is so tense, I’m afraid he might snap like a rubber band. My body is shaking as I wait for him to acknowledge that I’m basically stripping in front of him and asking him to fuck me. It was a risk, but I’m hoping he won’t ask me to leave. The last thing I want is to drive home with my tail tucked between my legs from being turned down by the first man I’ve felt brazen enough to tell what I want.
“I didn’t hear your answer, Sydney. I asked if you wanted me to fuck you?” His voice is cracking as I feel like his resolve is crumbling.
So I nod, and then confirm with my words so there’s no doubt. “Yes. I want you to fuck me, Javi.”
He tilts his head to the side, watching me as I fight my nerves. “I’m not programmed for more, Sydney. If you want sex, I can offer you that. But nothing more.”
I’m not going to acknowledge the twinge of disappoint that forms in my gut with those words because in all honesty, what I truly need from him right now is just sex. Even though the more I get to know this man, the more I want to know all about him—who he was back in high school, who he is now, why he walks around and keeps everyone at a distance. But for right now, I’ll take what I can get.
“Understood.” I bob my head up and down as Javier’s hands climb up my arms and push my shirt off of my shoulders. I move my arms out of the sleeves and then toss the fabric
