Page 64 of Love Thy Neighbor

I close my eyes, breathing her in, committing the feel of her under my hands to memory just in case this is the last time I experience it.

“Tell me I’m not the only one who thinks that.”

My lips brush against hers with each word, and I feel it when she lets out a soft sigh.

“You’re not,” she admits.

“Why do I hear a but in your voice?”

“Because what if we can’t come back from this?”

“We can’t. We won’t.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Is that whatyouwant?”

Another sigh. “I don’t know what I want, Cooper.”

This is it. This is when she pulls away again.

“But I do know I don’t want to stop kissing you.”

So I don’t.

I don’t stop kissing her.

Not when I wrap my arm around her waist and peel her from the wall. I don’t stop when I walk us back to my bedroom. And I don’t dare break our kiss when I lead her to my bed, guiding her onto the mattress and fitting myself between her legs.

“Cooper,” she says between kisses.

“Hmm?”

“You’re wet.”

“I think you meant to sayI’m wet.”

She laughs, pulling at my hair.

I peer down at her, trying not to look disappointed she’s broken our kiss yet again.

“No.You’rewet—you’re still in your towel.”

Oh. Duh.

I grin. “Guess we’ll just have to get rid of it, then.”

Her eyes widen, and I can see the fear.

“Hey, if you don’t want to do anything other than kiss, that’s fine. If you want to ride my cock until the sun comes up, that’s cool too.”

Her face flushes, and I wonder if she’s thinking about riding me.

Because I sure as fuck am thinking about it.

My cock grows impossibly hard at the thought of her on top of me, her big tits bouncing as she rides me and I play with her clit.

Fuck, she looks so beautiful beneath me. Like she was meant to be in my bed. I want nothing more than to strip us both naked and make us both feel good.

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