systems, and the rest of the weekend will be a breeze.”
He looked at the pile of bread between them. “You said I treated you better than anyone else you’ve dated. Is that true?”
He shouldn’t have asked that question. But he hadn’t been able to help himself.
She had a sip of water; he felt a little on edge as he waited for her to answer. Because her opinion—it mattered to him.
“Sometimes—most of the time, actually—you were the sweetest person I’ve ever been with.” She spoke slowly, as though choosing her words with care. “Occasionally you were careless and a bit of a jerk. But when I compared you to the next guy I dated, he came out lacking—and not just in bed. And that’s when I broke up with him. I don’t think I quite realized what I’d had, but…” She shook her head.
Sidney tried to tamp down the pride he felt at her words.
“You didn’t like what I was doing with my life,” he said. “Well, the fact that I was doing nothing with it.”
“I know I said that when I look at you, I see a man whose life is a mess.” She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice, just a little. “But that’s not true. Not anymore.”
So much for trying to brush aside his feelings. He was having no success at that. What she thought about him—he couldn’t help but let it affect him. Because this was Allison .
She had a sip of water, her lips curling slightly. “Don’t you wish I had a straw?”
The day he’d met her, she’d been drinking amaretto sours. They were at a bar, and he wasn’t thinking about picking up that night, just intending to have a night out with his friends. One of many, many nights out, because that’s all he did as a student. But then he saw her, sitting at a table with a few other women, laughing. When she took a sip from her drink and he saw her lips on that thin red straw…Well, that had gone straight to his groin.
He’d told her that. Not that night, but later on. The day of the damn indoor picnic.
“No,” he said. “Because then you would just torture me.” And he was already tortured enough, watching her in that amazing dress, thinking way too much about what had happened so long ago.
“Of course I would. That’s what I do best.” Allison put down her glass and picked up her slice of bread. “You know what was hard? Watching you fail over and over, yet somehow knowing you were better than that. It’s weird to say this now, but—Yeah. I’m not sure I ever told you that before.”
“You just keep torturing me even more.” He really needed to get ahold of himself.
“Because of how I’m eating my bread? How I’m holding my glass of water?” She slid her hand up and down the glass. Up and down. “I don’t see how this is torture. You have a filthy mind.”
Well, yeah.
But that was only part of the problem right now.
* * * *
Allison pressed her back against the door as Sidney kissed his way down her body. They’d gone to her place instead of his because it was closer, and closeness seemed to be of utmost importance.
“You really like this door,” she said.
“I do.” His lopsided grin made her smile…until his hands curved around her ass and he kissed the tops of her thighs. Her mouth flew open, and she closed her eyes.
She’d done her best not to react when he’d touched her at the restaurant as they were waiting for the bill. He’d lifted up the bottom of her dress, just the tiniest bit, and she’d only reacted by kicking him. Though it had been damn tough not to expose the heat sizzling inside her.
But when his fingers flirted with the hem of her dress now, she bucked toward him and moaned.
He pulled the dress over her head in one smooth motion, then quickly removed her bra and panties. Not the heels, though. She unzipped his pants and dropped to her knees. Needing to give him more—to touch, to taste, and to feel him respond.
He grabbed her hair when she took him in her mouth and circled her tongue around the head of
He looked at the pile of bread between them. “You said I treated you better than anyone else you’ve dated. Is that true?”
He shouldn’t have asked that question. But he hadn’t been able to help himself.
She had a sip of water; he felt a little on edge as he waited for her to answer. Because her opinion—it mattered to him.
“Sometimes—most of the time, actually—you were the sweetest person I’ve ever been with.” She spoke slowly, as though choosing her words with care. “Occasionally you were careless and a bit of a jerk. But when I compared you to the next guy I dated, he came out lacking—and not just in bed. And that’s when I broke up with him. I don’t think I quite realized what I’d had, but…” She shook her head.
Sidney tried to tamp down the pride he felt at her words.
“You didn’t like what I was doing with my life,” he said. “Well, the fact that I was doing nothing with it.”
“I know I said that when I look at you, I see a man whose life is a mess.” She leaned closer to him and dropped her voice, just a little. “But that’s not true. Not anymore.”
So much for trying to brush aside his feelings. He was having no success at that. What she thought about him—he couldn’t help but let it affect him. Because this was Allison .
She had a sip of water, her lips curling slightly. “Don’t you wish I had a straw?”
The day he’d met her, she’d been drinking amaretto sours. They were at a bar, and he wasn’t thinking about picking up that night, just intending to have a night out with his friends. One of many, many nights out, because that’s all he did as a student. But then he saw her, sitting at a table with a few other women, laughing. When she took a sip from her drink and he saw her lips on that thin red straw…Well, that had gone straight to his groin.
He’d told her that. Not that night, but later on. The day of the damn indoor picnic.
“No,” he said. “Because then you would just torture me.” And he was already tortured enough, watching her in that amazing dress, thinking way too much about what had happened so long ago.
“Of course I would. That’s what I do best.” Allison put down her glass and picked up her slice of bread. “You know what was hard? Watching you fail over and over, yet somehow knowing you were better than that. It’s weird to say this now, but—Yeah. I’m not sure I ever told you that before.”
“You just keep torturing me even more.” He really needed to get ahold of himself.
“Because of how I’m eating my bread? How I’m holding my glass of water?” She slid her hand up and down the glass. Up and down. “I don’t see how this is torture. You have a filthy mind.”
Well, yeah.
But that was only part of the problem right now.
* * * *
Allison pressed her back against the door as Sidney kissed his way down her body. They’d gone to her place instead of his because it was closer, and closeness seemed to be of utmost importance.
“You really like this door,” she said.
“I do.” His lopsided grin made her smile…until his hands curved around her ass and he kissed the tops of her thighs. Her mouth flew open, and she closed her eyes.
She’d done her best not to react when he’d touched her at the restaurant as they were waiting for the bill. He’d lifted up the bottom of her dress, just the tiniest bit, and she’d only reacted by kicking him. Though it had been damn tough not to expose the heat sizzling inside her.
But when his fingers flirted with the hem of her dress now, she bucked toward him and moaned.
He pulled the dress over her head in one smooth motion, then quickly removed her bra and panties. Not the heels, though. She unzipped his pants and dropped to her knees. Needing to give him more—to touch, to taste, and to feel him respond.
He grabbed her hair when she took him in her mouth and circled her tongue around the head of
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