Chapter 10
Dane
I wasn’t sure what Sydney had in mind in proving me wrong, but I followed her anyway. Of course I was going to follow her! I was at the pub for her. I was jealous of Leo and now finally I had her all to myself.
She led me to the beach, walking ahead quickly in her sandals. I followed her, keeping a few feet of distance between us with my hands in my pockets. I watched the way her butt moved in her jeans. She had shapely curves, the kind I wanted to hold as I drove into her. She had said or done nothing specifically to turn me on, but I was turned on by her nonetheless.
The breeze was stronger here, and it blew her hair wayward. My shirt was flapping too and I knew we would have to talk loudly to make our voices heard. The beach was dark and deserted, and she kept walking ahead with purpose. Like she was on a quest to find some kind of treasure.
All of a sudden, she stopped and turned to me. I stopped too and shrugged my shoulders.
“What? How is this proving anything?” I asked her and she jutted her chin out.
“I’ll prove it by kissing you,” she said and crossed her arms over her breasts. I couldn’t help but smile. She was going to kiss me? That wasn’t something I expected from her. I assumed she would do anything to avoid kissing me. I wondered if she was drunk. She had been drinking, but she wasn’t behaving tipsy in any way.
“You’re going to kiss me?” I said and she clenched her jaw.
“If I have feelings for Leo, kissing someone else would be out of the question,” she said and I took in a deep breath. Of course, she wasn’t making any sense but who was I to deny Sydney Turner her interest in kissing me. This was what I’d wanted all along, to feel her mouth on mine.
“Sure, kiss me then,” I said, and Sydney took a step towards me. We had our eyes on each other, hers were brown and wide. Her hair was fluttering in the breeze around her face. Her blouse had dipped down and I could see her cleavage and I licked my lips.
Her gaze fell from my eyes to my lips. She was contemplating what to do. If it was up to me, I would have pulled her into my arms and pinned her to the ground and kissed her everywhere. But this was her journey, and her idea.
“Go on, kiss me Sydney, prove it,” I said, smiling challengingly at her. She was still undecided. Still staring at me. Our bodies were close together now, merely a few inches apart. I could have reached out and kissed her myself, but I wanted to give her time.
I watched as she gulped, studied my lips, my chin, and then her gaze swung back to my eyes. What was she wondering about? What was she deciding?
My body worked without thinking. My hand reached out to the back of her neck and in the same motion, I’d pulled her to myself. Our lips met, while her body crashed on mine. I allowed myself to free fall and fell back with her in my arms. But we were kissing already. There was no escaping that.
I felt myself sink in the sand a little as she lay over me. Our lips were pressed together, our breaths mingling. I used my tongue to part her lips as I explored her mouth. She was sweet and tasted of peppermints, and I couldn’t get enough of the texture of her soft luscious lips. My fingers weaved through her hair while she grabbed my shirt in her fists and tugged. She was kissing me back aggressively, just as viciously as I was kissing her.
We only knew each other for a day, but we had somehow managed to get on each others nerves. Or rather, I had got on hers and it was like now she was taking her revenge out on me. She was panting for breath, moaning softly in my mouth as we kissed.
My hands travelled instinctively, down her back. I could feel the buttery smoothness of her silk blouse, till I found the bottom hem and I slid my hand under it. Sydney arched her back, just a little bit, but neither of us stopped kissing. I bit her bottom lip and tugged at it, and she winced passionately, before covering my mouth with hers again.
My hands were on her skin, I could feel the fabric of her bra strap. The goosebumps on her skin. With the same hand, I undid her bra and she still said nothing. Didn’t push me away. This was supposed to be a kiss, but I wanted more now. Now that I had the chance, I was going to have Sydney.
Her bra fell away, but she was still fully clothed and on top of me. Our lips were still pressed together but our breaths were heavy. We were both panting. I finally moved my head, and she stopped kissing me. She must have felt the movement in my pants, my throbbing erect cock which was already ready for her.
With her darkened brown eyes, Sydney stared down at me, our faces still centimeters apart.
“This doesn’t prove anything,” I said and we stared at each other. I knew I was smiling, but she wasn’t. I thought she was going to get up and leave. Instead, she straightened herself above me. With me still under her, she started undoing her blouse. She lifted it up, over her head and flung it aside. Then her loosened bra came off and I didn’t have to imagine the color of her nipples any more. They were pink and stiff and facing me.
Sydney Turner was full of surprises.