Page 62 of Love Thy Neighbor

“You’re a real dick, Cooper Bennett.”

And she slams it closed.

Good. I’d rather her be mad at me than walking on eggshells.

My hand is on my door when hers flies open again.

“Screw you, Cooper!” she hollers, charging down the hall toward me, not stopping until she’s a foot away. “You know, this is all your fault. You’re the one who took a shower and left his clothes in his bedroom. It wasn’t my fault you didn’t follow our rules.”

“We have rules for showering? Since when?”

“Since always!” She throws her hands into the air. “Since we were teens and I grew boobs. We don’t do nudity, and we don’t do details about sex. You’ve stayed in your lane and I’ve stayed in mine. We’vealwayshad those unspoken rules. It’s why I stopped wearing a bikini around you when we were seventeen. It’s why I always wear a bra around the apartment even though I’d really rather let my boobs breathe. It’s why I cover my eyes when there’s a sex scene on TV. We have lines, Cooper.”

“That’s stupid. We’re adults—we shouldn’t have to tiptoe around each other.”

“We do if we’re going to remain friends and not let things like passing sexual desires ruin everything we’ve built.”

“Is that what you have for me, Caroline?” I lean into her space, wanting to look into her eyes to see her answer. “Sexual desires?”

She curls her lips, darting her gaze away from mine. “I said passing.”

I smile victoriously, stretching to my full height and crossing my arms over my chest. “That’s not a no.”

She growls, waving a hand through the air. “That’s not what this is about.”

“Isn’t it though? Isn’t it exactly what this is about? How we have these lines we’re not supposed to cross, yet we did anyway?”

“Youdid.” She takes a step toward me, poking her finger into my chest. “You’rethe one who walked out in nothing but a towel.”

I match her step. “And you’re the one who looked at me like you wanted to fuck me.”

She gasps, and her eyes grow two sizes.

She takes another step closer. “You’re the one who kissed me.”

I match it again. “And you’re the one who kissed me back.”

“It was a fluke.”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself?”

Her nostrils flare.

And then we’re kissing.

I don’t know who grabbed for who, but it’s happening, and I don’t want to let go or think about it too much.

She grunts when her back falls against the nearest wall, but we don’t break our contact. I press against her, caging her in and pushing my tongue inside her sweet mouth.

She moans the moment our tongues meet, and I drive my hips into her. The towel I’m wearing is restricting, but there’s no way she doesn’t feel how hard my cock is through the thin pajama shorts she changed into. I shove a knee between her legs, and she rocks against it almost at once, like she’s been waiting for something to take the edge off.

I cup her jaw, tilting her head to get just the angle I want, and I devour her like I’ve been wanting to for days. I slide my hands into her blonde locks, letting the silky waves slip through my fingers.

She feels good.Sofucking good. Just as good as she did before. Hell, even better.

Kissing Caroline is like a drug, and I don’t think I ever want to come down from this high.

When I nibble on her bottom lip, she gasps and clutches my biceps, gliding up over my shoulders and back down my chest, fingertips tracing all the grooves of my abs. She dances her digits back up, over my neck, and buries her hands in my hair, holding me to her.

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