Page 81 of Lemon Crush

She pressed her forehead to mine and she kissed me again. Lightly. Teasingly. “You could be luckier. Are we going all the way tonight, or are you still playing hard to get?”

I flipped her under me, reveling in her gasp and the legs that instantly locked around my waist. “I don’t want you to regret it tomorrow.” I didn’t want her to regretme. “You know I have other ways to make you feel good, Gus. Nothing else has to happen tonight.”

“Yes, it does.” Her hand slipped between us and started struggling with the button of my jeans. “I love what we’ve been doing, but I want all of it, Wade. Everything with no regrets. Please. I need...”

Please. I need.

I didn’t have it in me to refuse her anymore. When her hand closed around my cock through my boxers, I knew I was done.

18

AUGUST

There wassomething different about the way he kissed me this time. The way his grip tightened, as if every restraint holding him back and keeping him civilized had been removed at my demand, and I was about to get what I asked for, whether I liked it or not.

I loved it. I was almost desperate for it.

Almost?

It was his fault for keeping me on edge. All that foreplay and dirty talk. The things he’d done with his fingers and promised to do with his tongue, always denying me the ability to touch him in return.

Was I complaining about having an orgasm-granting neighbor who asked for nothing but my pleasure, who also did chores for me, like some magically handy sex genie?

Yes, because he was turning me into an insecure addict.

Why did he keep pulling back? What was he waiting for?

I’d already begged often enough that I’d almost gotten over the embarrassment. And it wasn’t that he didn’t want me. I’dfelt his erection every time he got close to me. I’d seen the need in his eyes. But he’d still managed to stop himself every single time.

Wade Hudson was a big old cock tease, but now it looked like he might be done teasing and was finally going to let me have it.

Hallelujah.

His mouth was still devouring mine when he manhandled me up to a sitting position, guided my arms up and sent my favorite sleep shirt sailing onto the floor. Then he broke the kiss, rolled me onto my back and stripped my boxers down my legs, tossing those over his shoulder to join my shirt.

Without a word of warning, he reached behind him to switch on the bedside lamp, and suddenly I was completely naked in front of him.

I didn’t even have time to get self-conscious before Wade growled at the sight of me.

I knew he’d be a beast in bed.

“There you are.” His honeyed drawl heated my skin as he nibbled and licked his way down my throat. “I’ve been dreaming about having you bare and spread out like my own personal banquet for a while now.”

He studied me from eyes to thighs, his gaze lingering on my breasts. “Reality is better.”

The way he looked at me, and possibly the last lingering traces of tequila in my system, had me believing him. All my usual worries about sagging and stretch marks disappeared in a puff of steam under his fiery approval. He liked what he was seeing. He wanted more.

So did I.

“Your turn,” I managed, tugging on his jeans with trembling fingers. He rolled gracefully off the bed and shucked them and his underwear off with an ease I could only envy, his attention riveted to the space between my thighs.

“Spread your legs for me.”

I was too distracted by the sight in front of me to do anything but obey.

Wade had a man’s body. Chest hair I couldn’t wait to get my hands on again. A stomach that wasn’t a six-pack created by protein powders and a trainer at the gym, but a solid slab of muscle I was desperate to feel against me.

When I got to his cock, a legit feminine quiver rippled through my body. It was more than a little intimidating. Maybe I needed to think twice about letting that jutting redwood invade my personal space. What if we didn’t fit?

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