Page 73 of Crave Thy Neighbor

The same sweats he wore the other day are slung low on his hips, and he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt.

The moonlight from his bedroom window is casting a shadow across him, making him look ten times more handsome than he already is.

“Nolan? What are you—”

I don’t say anything else.

I can’t.

His lips are on mine, and I’m clutching him for dear life.

He slides his hands under my ass and hauls me up. I lock my legs around his waist, slipping my fingers through his hair like I’ve been dying to do for weeks.

I don’t even realize we’re moving until my back hits the wall.

I’m too focused on Nolan and what he’s doing to my mouth, his hands gripping my ass tight as he rolls his hips into me.

I gasp when his dick brushes against my sensitive and much-too-neglected clit.

He chuckles against me, then reaches up, pulling my hands from his hair and pinning them against the wall above my head with one hand. He runs the fingers of his free hand up my naked thigh, and I’m so fucking excited I could burst before he even touches me.

He wrenches his mouth from mine, and I gasp for air.

“Are you drunk?” he asks, his blue eyes boring into me.

“W-What?” I stutter like a fool.

“We had a lot of whiskey downstairs—are you drunk?”

I shake my head. “Not even kind of. Are you?”

He smirks. “Only on you.”

I roll my eyes and he tightens his grasp on my wrists, rolling his hips into me. He chuckles darkly when I inhale sharply at the contact.

“That’s what I thought.” He leans into me, running his nose along my jawline. “What would you say if I told you I can’t stop thinking about you?”

“I’d say that sounds like ayouproblem.”

He drives his hips into me again. Another gasp.

He laughs. “You know, I’m beginning to think you’re riling me up on purpose so I’ll rub my cock against that pretty pussy of yours.”

Heat pools between my legs.

Nobody has saidthatword to me before…and I like it.

“You’ve never even seen it…how do you know it’s pretty?”

He grins against me. “There’s no doubt in my mind every inch of you is beautiful, Maya.”

I swear my heart stops beating.

Or maybe it’s because I’m holding my breath.

I exhale shakily.

“This is a bad idea, Nolan…” I remind him.

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