were soft as feathers, but when they parted and found my tongue, he owned me. He possessed my mouth. It was the best kiss I had gotten in such a long time, and I was defenseless against it.
I was ready to wave the white flag. I was ready to give in. I was ready to have this man control my destiny for the rest of the night. I felt my resolve dissipating by the second.
It was so good…and so bad. I needed to leave. Right now.
At first, I’d wanted to leave because I had no one to kiss, but now I had a handsome, skilled kisser who was making me lightheaded with just the stroke of his tongue, and I still wanted to leave.
Make up your fucking mind, Ally. Indecisiveness doesn’t look good on you.
I tried to speak, so I could maybe still excuse myself and leave, but I was too busy catching my breath and staring at him. It was the first time we had been that close, and now that I had taken a good look, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
My brain kept telling me to leave, but my body wouldn’t listen, and my eyes kept studying every detail of his stunning face.
His perfectly messy hair alone was a panty-melting attribute. Paired with other attributes of his face—his high forehead, the straight nose, and that goddamned luscious beard—made his face a lady-parts slayer. He was impossible to ignore, and I hadn’t even taken his warm, brown eyes into consideration. I got so lost in them that even after I stopped the kiss and tried to pull back, they sucked me back in.
I broke eye contact and looked down. I needed a moment.
How had this happened? I was on my way out, and now I didn’t want to go anywhere—not without him.
You’re being ridiculous , I told myself. He’s just a guy. Leave. You don’t need anyone, especially not someone like him.
His arms wrapped tighter around me. I felt safe in his embrace, and I couldn’t get over how rock hard his body was.
I felt something else, too…an impressive something else.
Nope, I was definitely not leaving, not right then at least.
Why leave if I could get something out of this? A New Year’s Eve fuck? Yes, please.
He quickly scanned the place, but we were in a corner of the bar, and everyone was past the point of drunk, too busy and too loud to pay any attention to us.
He exhaled and finally returned his full attention to me.
The look he gave me was enough for that last bit of hesitation to fly far, far away.
It wasn’t a matter of if , it was just a matter of when now. I was just waiting for him to ask the question.
He lowered his head and kissed me again. It was a slow, seductive one, the one you use to make your intentions known to your lover—only I really didn’t need to know his intentions. I knew them already. I knew his type. Sex, no strings attached.
It wasn’t just Boyd’s philosophy; it was mine, too.
“Your place or mine?” he asked in a gruff voice, his breath tickling my ear in the most delicious way.
A grin spread across my face.
“Mine. Follow me.”
I HAD A HABIT OF getting out of bedrooms before they woke up. I was a bit of an escape artist. I never got caught. Despite my height and weight, when it came to sneaking out of a place, I knew how to be extremely quiet. Saying goodbye was always just so fucking awkward. I wasn’t promising anything more than a night of hot, passionate sex, and I told each one of them I wasn’t the type to settle down. I wasn’t even the kind of guy who wanted to have sex with the same person twice, no matter how hot the chick in question was. I didn’t want to establish any kind of connection outside the bedroom. That was how I rolled. That was how it had been for a long time.
But it never failed: even the coolest of cool girls, the one who promised she was down for “anything” would end up trying to track you down or messaging you even when you hadn’t given her your digits.
Now I had slept with one of my brother’s good friends. I was sure if he knew, he wouldn’t be thrilled about,
I was ready to wave the white flag. I was ready to give in. I was ready to have this man control my destiny for the rest of the night. I felt my resolve dissipating by the second.
It was so good…and so bad. I needed to leave. Right now.
At first, I’d wanted to leave because I had no one to kiss, but now I had a handsome, skilled kisser who was making me lightheaded with just the stroke of his tongue, and I still wanted to leave.
Make up your fucking mind, Ally. Indecisiveness doesn’t look good on you.
I tried to speak, so I could maybe still excuse myself and leave, but I was too busy catching my breath and staring at him. It was the first time we had been that close, and now that I had taken a good look, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
My brain kept telling me to leave, but my body wouldn’t listen, and my eyes kept studying every detail of his stunning face.
His perfectly messy hair alone was a panty-melting attribute. Paired with other attributes of his face—his high forehead, the straight nose, and that goddamned luscious beard—made his face a lady-parts slayer. He was impossible to ignore, and I hadn’t even taken his warm, brown eyes into consideration. I got so lost in them that even after I stopped the kiss and tried to pull back, they sucked me back in.
I broke eye contact and looked down. I needed a moment.
How had this happened? I was on my way out, and now I didn’t want to go anywhere—not without him.
You’re being ridiculous , I told myself. He’s just a guy. Leave. You don’t need anyone, especially not someone like him.
His arms wrapped tighter around me. I felt safe in his embrace, and I couldn’t get over how rock hard his body was.
I felt something else, too…an impressive something else.
Nope, I was definitely not leaving, not right then at least.
Why leave if I could get something out of this? A New Year’s Eve fuck? Yes, please.
He quickly scanned the place, but we were in a corner of the bar, and everyone was past the point of drunk, too busy and too loud to pay any attention to us.
He exhaled and finally returned his full attention to me.
The look he gave me was enough for that last bit of hesitation to fly far, far away.
It wasn’t a matter of if , it was just a matter of when now. I was just waiting for him to ask the question.
He lowered his head and kissed me again. It was a slow, seductive one, the one you use to make your intentions known to your lover—only I really didn’t need to know his intentions. I knew them already. I knew his type. Sex, no strings attached.
It wasn’t just Boyd’s philosophy; it was mine, too.
“Your place or mine?” he asked in a gruff voice, his breath tickling my ear in the most delicious way.
A grin spread across my face.
“Mine. Follow me.”
I HAD A HABIT OF getting out of bedrooms before they woke up. I was a bit of an escape artist. I never got caught. Despite my height and weight, when it came to sneaking out of a place, I knew how to be extremely quiet. Saying goodbye was always just so fucking awkward. I wasn’t promising anything more than a night of hot, passionate sex, and I told each one of them I wasn’t the type to settle down. I wasn’t even the kind of guy who wanted to have sex with the same person twice, no matter how hot the chick in question was. I didn’t want to establish any kind of connection outside the bedroom. That was how I rolled. That was how it had been for a long time.
But it never failed: even the coolest of cool girls, the one who promised she was down for “anything” would end up trying to track you down or messaging you even when you hadn’t given her your digits.
Now I had slept with one of my brother’s good friends. I was sure if he knew, he wouldn’t be thrilled about,
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