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  As soon as she asked, her eyes widened. “Sorry. That was nosy. You don’t have to answer.”

  He smiled at her nervousness. “It’s no big deal. My parents divorced when I was in high school. I took ample advantage of their guilt.” He pointed over his shoulder. “What you see back there is a lot of parental guilt.”

  She laughed and slapped a hand over her mouth. Through her fingers, she said, “You’re terrible.”

  “It’s not like they didn’t know I was taking advantage. They didn’t care.”

  She shook her head almost like she didn’t believe him and slid out the door. “See you tomorrow,” she called as she closed the door. At the entrance to the building, she turned and waved at him.

  Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

  Chapter 9

  Saturday was a whirlwind of a party. The football game was one of the best of the season, which was a great way to end the last home game of the year. They played a post-game victory set for the players. The entire afternoon, Hunter did everything he could to avoid looking at Sydney. On field or off, he made a point of talking with other tenors. They invited him out for pizza and beer after the game, but the only thing on his mind was a date alone with Sydney.

  As soon as he got into his van, he texted her to ask what time he could pick her up.

  Give me a chance to get off the field. Jeez.

  He could hear her snickery comment as if she sat next to him. He checked the time. Allowing for the hellacious drive home and a shower and then the drive to her apartment, he texted back, I’ll be there at seven.

  I’ll be waiting.

  He liked the idea of her waiting for him. He wondered if she was as excited as he was. He hadn’t felt this way about a date in years. He had a tendency to keep things casual, and while what he had going with Sydney wasn’t necessarily serious, it had the potential to be. He felt it. Keeping their attraction a secret added a layer of hot lust he’d never experienced.

  At home, he showered and changed. Adam was out again and he wondered what was going on with him and Reese. For a guy who swore he wasn’t into her, he sure spent a lot of time with her.

  Sydney hadn’t mentioned where she wanted to go for dinner, but since she seemed like she preferred to keep it casual, that’s how he dressed. At seven, he rang her bell and she buzzed him up.

  At the second floor, she waited in the door to her apartment and he lost the ability to think. She wore a black barely-there skirt that rode so high on her thighs he wanted to crawl on his knees and beg for the chance to look up it. Her top was a purplish blue that shimmered and accented the colored tips of her hair.

  “Are you just going to stand there all night and stare or are you coming in?”

  How the hell could she be so calm?

  “You look gorgeous.”

  Her cheeks flushed and, without thinking, he reached out to stroke one to feel the warmth.

  “I promised you a tour and an introduction to my sister.” Her voice was suddenly husky and he realized she wasn’t as unaffected as she’d acted. She grabbed his hand and pulled him through the door, kicking it closed with her bare foot.

  She pointed at a tall blonde. “This is my sister, Trish.”

  He shook Trish’s hand. Even if Sydney hadn’t been there to introduce them, he would’ve known they were related. They had the same warm brown eyes. “Hope you’re feeling better.”

  “I am.” Her smile was quick and genuine. “Sorry I didn’t get to meet you yesterday. What I heard was great.”

  “No big deal. Glad to meet you now.”

  “Trish is heading out to dinner with her boyfriend.” Sydney tugged on her sister’s sleeve.

  “Nice to meet you.” She waved at Hunter and then pointed at Sydney. “Don’t stay out too late. You still have finals to study for.”

  “Yes, Mom,” Sydney replied in a snotty voice.

  Trish rolled her eyes and put on her jacket. The scene was obviously one they’d played out many times.

  As soon as the door closed behind Trish, he pulled Sydney close. “Band is officially over.” She smiled up at him, which he took as an invitation. He pressed her close and lowered to kiss her.

  What he thought would be a brief hello kiss quickly morphed into blood-pounding lust. Sydney’s hips wiggled in his hands and bumped into him, making him hard again. He thrust a thigh between her legs, making her skirt slide dangerously high.

  Heat from her pussy permeated his jeans so he pressed harder. She moaned into his mouth and fisted one hand in his hair. She held tight, just shy of being painful.

  He tore his mouth away from hers, but didn’t remove his leg. “We’re supposed to be doing a tour and then going to dinner.”

  She narrowed her eyes. Then she pointed over her left shoulder. “Kitchen. We’re standing in the living room. And if you follow me, I’ll give you a detailed tour of my bedroom.”

  His dick twitched. His brain was losing blood too fast. “What about dinner?”

  “Not hungry. For food at least.” She stepped back and crooked a finger at him.

  He didn’t need to be told twice. He followed her to her bedroom. She flicked on the light, but completely lied about a detailed tour. As soon as they crossed the threshold, she slammed the door and pinned him against it with her entire body.

  She began unbuttoning his shirt. Licking her way down his chest with each inch of exposed skin. He tried to grab her shirt, but she moved too fast for him to get a grip. She slid his shirt off his shoulders, but the cuffs stuck on his wrists. She grunted in frustration. “Tell you what,” he said. “I’ll get this off. You get rid of yours.”

  As he unbuttoned the cuffs, she whipped her top off, leaving her standing in a black bra and her skirt, which was no longer keeping her decent. Hunter stepped away from the door and slid his hands up her thighs. He stroked her through a scrap of silk, causing her breath to shudder. Her panties were damp and he wanted her all wet. He shoved the skirt up and peeled away the panties, dropping to his knees to get them off her feet.

  Her trim pussy was at face level. He elbowed her thighs wider and buried his face between her legs. He kept one hand braced on her hip and the other reached around for a handful of her gorgeous ass, which pressed his shoulder into her thigh, lifting it, giving him better access.

  She leaned back and gripped the footboard of the bed for balance, but didn’t move away from him. Her other hand dove deep into his hair, all the way to the scalp and held him to her.

  “Oh, fuck,” she moaned.

  He knew he’d hit the right spot, so he flicked his tongue faster. She was so fucking wet, he just wanted more. He moved his hand from her ass, and thrust two fingers into her. Curling and stroking those fingers while his tongue worked had her bouncing on his face.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop,” she kept repeating. As if he’d even consider it.

  Her body stiffened and her hand on his hair tightened. Her thighs trembled and he lapped at her, loving the taste of her come. She started to slide away and he knew it was totally worth losing a handful of hair if he got to do that again. He crawled up her body and pushed her onto the bed, scooting her back from the footboard.

  Her arms flopped out at her sides. She breathed heavily and looked at him below hooded lids. “I think you ruined me.”

  “I’m nowhere near done ruining you.”

  “I’d return the favor, but I don’t think I can move yet.”

  “You just stay right where you are.” He covered her body with his and slid a hand beneath her to release her bra. He pulled it away and took a moment to look at her tits. They were on the small side, but fit his palm nicely. He squeezed and licked and when he pinched her nipples, she responded with a low moan and a roll of her hips.

  Fuck, he loved the way she responded to everything. How had he ever thought she could be icy? When she thrust her hips up to his, she ground painfully into his hard cock. He needed to get rid of his jeans and push inside her.

  Her f
ingers were already fumbling with the button as he rose up to free himself. Hunter got off the bed and finished stripping. By the time be climbed back, she had a condom waiting. He reached for the rubber, but she pulled it away.

  “Let me touch first.” Her cool fingers wrapped around him and stroked.

  His entire body went rigid. “Syd.” He forced her name out, hoping she’d understand.

  But she liked to play, so instead of giving him the condom, or even putting it on him herself, she ran her tongue down the length of him. She hummed on the return trip.

  He gripped her shoulders and forced her away. “Not now.”

  She giggled and handed him the condom. Leaning back on her elbows, she watched him slide it on and licked her lips as he did.

  She’d pay for that.

  He covered her and settled between her legs. As he guided himself into her, she wrapped her calves around his hips. He sank deep and groaned with the pleasure. She met his every thrust. Everything about her was fantastic.

  She pulled him close for a kiss and their tongues tangled as their bodies collided. He picked up the pace and she growled, “Deeper.” He lifted her leg and drove in, burying himself to the hilt. Her muscles gripped him and he knew she was close again.

  So he slowed and didn’t thrust as deep or as hard.

  Her eyes flew open.

  He rocked gently.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Enjoying myself.” Yeah, he was enjoying this payback.

  With both hands, she grabbed his ass and pulled him into her. “Stop playing games, Reed.”

  He lowered his mouth to her ear. “Like you played with me?”

  “Okay, I’m sorry.” Her hips wiggled against him. “Just finish.”

  He splayed her thighs wide and went deep again. He found a sweet spot he wanted to live and die in, but he couldn’t hold out anymore. Driving into her until every muscle went rigid and she screamed, Hunter pressed his face into the soft curve of her neck. As her body milked him, he emptied into her and collapsed.

  Her soft limbs slid away, boneless, but he didn’t lift his head. He loved the smell and taste of her. After catching his breath, he rolled off her and removed the condom. Sydney didn’t even move.

  “Uh, where’s the bathroom?” His voice was rough and craggy.

  She raised her arm and waved in the general direction of the door. “Hall. Left.”

  He disposed of the condom and returned to the bedroom. Sydney hadn’t left the spot where she lay. “Are you okay?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  He stared at her a minute and tried to decide what his next move should be. Her naked body was one hell of a distraction, though.

  “Could you maybe not stare?”

  “Sorry.” But he wasn’t. Not even a little bit. He nudged her leg. “Hey, let’s get some dinner.”

  She swung her legs off the bed. Standing, she smoothed her skirt back into place and then bent to retrieve her top. He grabbed his jeans and did his best to not think about the fact that she no longer had panties on under the skirt.

  “Where do you want to go?”

  She turned and watched him dress. “We don’t have to go anywhere. I’m sure I can make some sandwiches or something. Maybe a frozen pizza.”

  As boring as the food sounded, being alone with her made the decision easy. “Sure.”

  He shoved his arms into the sleeves of his shirt and thought he heard her sigh when he pulled the front together to button it.

  “Meet me in the kitchen.” She left the room and he finished dressing, leaving his shoes off.

  When he found her, Sydney had the oven on, a pizza on top of the stove, and peanut butter and grape jelly sitting on the counter. He was suddenly starving.

  As she unwrapped the pizza, he stepped to the counter and pulled bread from the bag for sandwiches. “PB and J for you?”

  “Sure. Light on the jelly, though. The pizza shouldn’t take too long.”

  “So you live with your sister. Where’s the rest of your family?”

  “My parents live in a small town in central Illinois.”

  “Why aren’t you going home for Christmas?”

  “I am. Just for a couple of days, though. For me, this is home. I love being in the city.”

  She slid the pizza into the oven and he handed her a sandwich. She took a bite and studied him.

  “Did I actually screw up making a sandwich?”

  She shook her head. “It’s good. What about your family?”

  “My mom lives in Naperville with her new husband, and my dad lives on the far northwest side.”

  “So you have multiple Christmases to attend.”

  Not that he looked forward to any of them. Except for going to Adam’s mom’s house. “I speed through the holidays as fast as I can. Even after all these years, there’s an undertone of animosity my parents have for each other. I like going to Bonnie’s house. Adam’s mom. She makes a huge meal even though it’s just her and Adam. And me.”

  Sydney swallowed the lump of bread and peanut butter. Something about standing in her kitchen, sharing a cheap meal with Hunter and talking about family was more intimate than having sex with him. It made her uncomfortable. He seemed totally at ease telling her anything. He never backed off any question she tossed out.

  He finished his sandwich before she’d eaten half of hers.

  “Another?” she asked.

  “Yeah. I worked up an appetite.”

  “I’m going to see about a movie.” She left him to make his sandwich. She needed to get some space. She had no idea what had come over her. She’d finally agreed to a date with him because band was over and she couldn’t resist jumping his bones as soon as he walked through the door.

  Guys like him were her Kryptonite. She knew it. She’d avoided them for the last couple of years. Why she thought she could handle this escaped her. The sex had been great—no, better than great. And it had been so long since she’d had great sex. Maybe the hormones were messing her up.

  Hunter came into the living room carrying his sandwich like he didn’t have a care in the world. He looked at the TV. “Thought you were looking for a movie.”

  She quickly grabbed the remote and clicked the TV on. Sitting in the corner of the couch, she focused on flipping through the channels, but she felt him staring at her. Finally, she handed him the remote. “What?”

  “Nothing.” He plopped next to her, close enough to touch, but not actually touching.

  “What finals do you have to study for?”

  “I have a handle on most of my classes, but biology is killing me.”

  “Biology?”

  “I needed a science and I’ve avoided taking it until now. It’s so freaking boring. Every time I look at my notes, I realize I fell asleep in class. The professor doesn’t help. He speaks in a monotone like he isn’t even interested in what he’s teaching.” She’d shifted her body to face Hunter as she spoke. She didn’t know how he did it, but he made her talk freely. It was rare for her to offer so many details.

  “I can’t help with science. If it was history, I’d be your guide.”

  She believed he’d make one hell of a guide for just about anything. Some stupid commercial for car insurance blabbered behind her. “Are you going to pick a movie or something?”

  He shoved the last bit of bread into his mouth. His gaze traveled along her bare legs. “I might be able to pay attention to the TV if you changed. Wearing that, knowing you didn’t put on underwear, the TV can’t compete.”

  Her skin warmed everywhere his eyes wandered. She pushed up and straddled his lap.

  “Fuck. What are you trying to do to me?” he growled as his hands came around to hold her ass.

  “Having fun. That’s what you wanted, right?”

  “Hmm-mmm. I want it all.”

  His words gave her pause. All what? But since she wasn’t sure she wanted the answer, she leaned down and kissed him. He hardened beneath her and she wanted more. She
wanted him touching her again, stroking her, pushing into her. She didn’t want to be lured into deep conversations that were more real to her than they were to him.

  She didn’t want him to pretend, and guys didn’t pretend at sex. That was always real. She ground her hips against him. He reached under her shirt and pinched a nipple. The pleasure-pain of it shot through her. Pressing her forehead against his shoulder, she lifted up to undo his jeans.

  “Condom. Pocket.” He lifted his entire body and pulled a condom out. Then he shoved the top of his jeans low.

  She rubbed herself on his hard dick, her body twitching when he bumped her clit. She was already close to coming. As soon as the condom was on, she rose up.

  “Wait, let me—”

  She didn’t know what he planned to say because his words faded as she lowered herself onto him. He stretched her and filled her, but she still wanted more. She began to bounce on him and he pulled her shirt up and sucked on her nipples.

  Gripping his hair, she moved faster, the tension coiling and tightening low in her belly. Yanking his hair to force his head back, she kissed him again. This time when her body came down her pelvis rubbed against his at just the right angle to press her clit.

  Her breath came in short gasps. With his hands on her hips, he held her in place and moved in some magical way that had her seeing stars. What little oxygen she’d had dissipated.

  “Good?” he ground out.

  She barely nodded. He thrust up into her, lifting his hips off the couch and turned them so she lay on her back. He pounded into her like a jackrabbit, but she held on, her arms and legs wrapped around him until he shuddered and came.

  The oven beeped to let them know the pizza was ready. They both opened their eyes and laughed. He eased out of her and pulled off the condom. “I’ll take care of the pizza. You go change into some regular clothes or you won’t be eating or studying.”

  He had no idea how little the threat meant to her. She mentally slapped herself. She was doing it again. Great sex was just that. It was not a substitute for anything else in life. She winked at him and walked to her bedroom on wobbly legs to change because she really did need to get some studying done.