Or at least I thought I would be relieved.

The moment my head hit the pillow, I realized I wasn’t.

I hadn’t done a damn thing all day. Tomorrow she would see Ben again. Tomorrow I could potentially lose her forever. Was I just going to sit back and let that happen? Give up on her without even trying? I tossed and turned thinking on it. Minutes passed. Hours passed. The hotel room was now dark and quiet, and lonely as hell even with Luce fast asleep in the other bed across the room from mine. It didn’t help that it had been months since I’d gotten laid. Sydney was the last person I’d been with. No one else would do or had even come close to tempting me since.

My lack of a sex life hadn’t bothered me before this moment. I was managing on my own just fine. But right this second, my cock suddenly started screaming at me. It had one thing and one person on its mind. I rested my hand on the wall behind my head, knowing she was only feet away on the other side.

“Shit,” I whispered, and hopped out of bed. I couldn’t sleep. Not here. Not with my head spinning like it was and my emotions out of whack. So I grabbed my hotel room key off the nightstand and left the room. Maybe a walk would help clear my mind; Unlikely, although I felt I had to do something.

But as I opened the room door, careful not to make any noise that might wake Luce, the bright lights in the hallway blinding me, a soft voice said my name. “Rhett. Hi.”

Holy fuck. There she was.

As if she’d materialized out of some late-night fantasy, there Sydney stood, leaning against the wall adjacent to my hotel room door. Her blonde hair was down around her shoulders—messy, wild. She wore a cotton tank-top with matching cotton shorts, both of which were unquestionably inappropriate for a hotel hallway where anyone could walk out of their room and find her. Still, seeing her suddenly, it was almost as if she’d been waiting for me. Hell. Maybe she had been waiting. It sure felt that way. And when her cheeks flushed pink as our eyes connected, it reinforced that feeling.

I let the door close gently behind me.

My whole body blazed with new heat. I had no words. She wasn’t speaking either. But our eyes were stuck on one another, and I knew the inevitable was seconds away from happening. Jesus Christ. No matter the circumstances, we always seemed to have the physical thing down perfectly. This time was no exception. The rest of the world ceased to exist. Ben became irrelevant. And all that mattered was closing the gap between us.

So much for my ‘the milk is no longer free’ threat I’d given her months ago. With no hesitation, I tugged at her waist, and yanked her body in against mine. She let me, and our mouths joined like old friends. Her lips on my lips. Her tongue tantalizing the shit out of me as it met mine equally. Her hands gripping me just as hard as I was now gripping her.

Her cotton pajamas were barely a hindrance. And as I kissed her and ran my hands over her body—her sexy-as-hell, totally-out-of-my-league body—I knew I should slow down right the fuck now…but couldn’t. I couldn’t even attempt to try. A second later, I had her up in my arms with her legs wrapped around my waist, and her back pressed to the wall she’d been leaning against a moment ago. I needed that wall for support and for what was coming next. I tugged the front of my gym shorts down just enough to let my cock free from its captivity. If I’d thought I’d been in some kind of pain before…man, was I ever now.

I had to be inside her.

Now.

No hesitation.

No going back.

No fucking around.

Her shorts were loose and easily moved to the side. Her panties pushed aside too. With her legs already spread wide against me, what happened next came automatic. The second she was exposed to me, I guided my bare cock deep inside her. She moaned into my mouth as this happened, accepting it, accepting me, and she even squeezed her arms tighter around my neck. There was nothing gentle about the way I entered her either. Most of the time, no matter the girl, the first push inside would always take a little work. With Sydney, despite knowing this was only her second time having sex, despite knowing I might be hurting her, I couldn’t hold myself back.

My thrust was powerful, punishing. And once I was in, my relentlessness only grew. Because I could tell, even if there was some pain going on for her, that she wanted this and was enjoying this just as much as I was. For starters, she was wet—seriously wet—and completely open to me. Her grip on my neck and shoulders was anything but kind. Yet, the kisses she kept planting on the side of my face, up to my ear, and down my neck, were sweet in contrast to the roughness of everything else. And the noises she made with each thrust—the cutest little grunts of pleasure I’d ever heard—only made me crazier and the blood pump harder through my veins.

Only problem…we were fucking in an open hallway. Granted it was the middle of the night, but this just wouldn’t do. I couldn’t have some random person coming out of their room and seeing her like this. So as intense and as perfect as this was right here against this wall, I had to move us.

There was a small room with an ice machine not far. I remembered passing it earlier. Since my room and her room weren’t available options…that would have to do.

Oh, holy shit. She groaned in protest when I started to move her, pushing off from the wall, clutching her ass tightly to keep her right there against me, and walking down the hall. I made it to the small room and closed a door that could swing both ways behind us. Now that we had a small fraction of privacy, I stood in the middle of that room, the hum of the ice machine filling my ears, still buried as deep as I could go inside the girl I wanted more than anything in life, and focused on kissing her properly. I’d been rough and hasty out in the hallway a moment ago. As amazing as sex was with Sydney, kissing her wasn’t a part I wanted to rush. We had so much chemistry and such a connection when we kissed—something I’d never experienced on this kind of level with another person—that I felt I needed a moment to slow down and backtrack before we finished this thing.

Which was exactly what I did. Holding her in my arms, my lips moved softly, savoring everything, against hers. This was slow and gentle and passionate. And she seemed to understand exactly what I needed and matched my pace perfectly, not rushing to get back to the hardcore stuff. Because being with Sydney wasn’t about the fastest way to get off inside her, it was about so much more. A calm in the middle of the storm…that was what this was.

Then, just before I started moving inside her again, as that urge was becoming overwhelmingly hard to fight, and the need to finish what we’d started was tempting the hell out of me, I felt her come. Hard too. The soft walls of her pussy had my cock surrounded like a fucking glove and they started to pulse, squeezing me with unexpected strength. She was having one hell of an orgasm, out of nowhere, and I felt every bit of it. She broke our kiss, tipped her head back, and cried out my name. I must have brought her close to coming when we’d been fucking out in the hallway, that had to be why she’d protested so much when I moved her, and our kiss must have pushed her over the edge.

Sweet Jesus!

Making this girl come was the hottest thing I’d ever experienced in my life.

As she rode out her orgasm, grinding against me now and clutching my shoulders with all her strength, I’d never felt so powerful. In this moment everything made sense. All this time I’d been waiting for her, all the torture she’d put me through—it was all going to be worth it in the end when I would be the man to make her come like this every night of her life.

A second later, existential thoughts aside, I came myself. There was no fighting it. I barely had a moment to breathe, pulling out and setting her down so her feet touched solid ground, before I exploded. Exhilaration rushed through me, and I held her so I wouldn’t fall over.