It has to be the damn moonlight in her hair.
Or the high altitude.
But every time I look at her, I think that this is too perfect. That this feels too real. That she makes me feel way too comfortable.
Then I tell myself to step back from the ledge. That I’m only allowing myself to think shit like that because of the night and the moon and I’m fucking thrilled to be getting back in the air.
Good things.
Positive things.
Things that make me wonder if the woman sitting next to me is too good to be true.
“Thank you for bringing me up here,” she murmurs, her lips pressed against my bare chest. Her tits are warm against my body, her thigh hooked over mine as if we are casually lying in a bed instead of on a mountaintop in a field of wispy grass.
Who knew uptown Sidney would have been okay with that?
Maybe I was testing her to see her reaction. Could she handle my flying? Would she trust me? Would she be okay coming to one of my favorite spots in the world?
She passed with flying colors, but now what? What other tests could I possibly ply her with to prove she isn’t Claire? When do I stop and just trust that she isn’t?
Sabotage is never pretty when you’re trying to do it to something good.
“Earth to Grayson?”
“Sorry. I was just thinking.” I shake my head and meet her eyes.
“I thought I just sexed you up so good that you couldn’t think.”
“Ah, you’re right. Maybe I should call you the dick ninja.”
She bursts out laughing, and the sound of it shakes the negative thoughts from my mind. Christ. I can’t even enjoy an evening without throwing my past in my own face to screw it up.
“The dick ninja. I like that.”
“Those words sound so funny coming from you, the prim and proper Sidney Thorton.”
“I don’t think anything that I just did to you was very prim or proper.”
“Mm.” It’s all I can say as my mind relives every lick of her tongue and suck of her mouth over my cock. The way my hand held on to the back of her head, silently begging for her to let me shoot down the back of her throat. But, of course, she had other plans.
Like riding me into oblivion, her tits on perfect display as she ground back and forth on my cock. The way her lips parted. The way her hands ran over her nipples and she pinched them between her fingers. The way she screamed as she came, her pussy pulsing around my dick and milking my own orgasm out of me.
Prim and proper. Definitely not what comes to mind with the sex spell she just drugged me with.
“Mmm?” she asks.
“Shh. Quiet,” I say as I pat her on the ass. “I was just remembering it play by play.”
“I guess I didn’t do a good enough job knocking you into a sex coma, then.”
“Either that or it was so good that I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“Nice recovery.”
“Not quite yet, but I’ll be good to go in a bit.”
“Aren’t you the cheeky one?” she says as I squeeze her ass cheek, which is centered in the palm of my hand.
“Thank you for coming with me, Sidney.”
“Ha, that is one thing I definitely just did.” The husky sound to her voice makes my dick want to stir to life, but it’s spent. She just worked me every which way, and I want to save my energy for round two once we get back down from here.
I’m not ready to move yet. There’s something comforting about the way she has her head on my chest and traces lines over my skin. About the way I’m so damn at ease with her I could fall asleep with her in my arms. About how we can be here like this, enjoy the moment, each other, and she doesn’t feel the need to fill the silence with endless chatter.
It takes a few minutes for those thoughts to really sink in. When they do, when I realize I’m wondering if this is how things would be between us if we did this on a more regular basis—if people were allowed to know we were seeing each other . . . if I let Luke know we were seeing each other—I tell myself we need to get going. We need to get up so the feel of her body against mine stops filling my head with shit that can’t be.
That isn’t possible.
But I don’t move. I just press a kiss to her head and breathe her in as I run my fingers through her hair. I tell myself to enjoy not having to worry about picking up Luke or not skipping out after sex to get home so Luke doesn’t know.
“Are you sure we have to go back?” she groans.
“Only after you drink the rest of this wine.”
“You sure you don’t want any? I feel like a lush drinking this whole bottle myself.”
“No drinking and flying for me, but”—I sit up and slide out from under her—“we could always continue this back at one of our places if you’d like.”
“Really?” She draws the word out, and even though I don’t look back at her, I can picture the suggestive smile that’s toying at the corners of those gorgeous lips of hers.
“Really. Luke’s with my parents until tomorrow.”
“So maybe you should bring me back down to earth,” she says through a laugh, “so you can take me back to heaven again.”
My laugh echoes in the empty space around us as her lips press a kiss onto my shoulder.
It seems as if that simple action allows Sidney Thorton to slip into my life in a way I never saw coming. In a way I never wanted. In a way I’m not sure I’ll be able to give up.
Nor do I even want to think about it.
Christ.
I’m in deep, aren’t I?