Page 74 of Crave Thy Neighbor

“It is.”

“We’re roommates.”

“We are. And our best friends are dating.”

“They are,” I say, sucking in a sharp breath as his lips find a spot on my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. He nips at it, then rolls his tongue over it to cool the sting. “I have a kid, and you don’t do relationships.”

“You do, and I don’t.”

“So what are we going to do about that?”

He pulls his lips off me, and I already miss his touch. “What do you want to do about that?”

“I…” I lick my drying lips. “I…don’t know. I like you.”

“I like you too.”

“And I really want to have sex with you.”

He smirks. “Then what are we waiting for?”

And because we can’t help it, we’re kissing again, Nolan’s hips driving into me in a rhythm that’s going to make me come very, very soon if he doesn’t stop.

Like he can sense I’m getting close, he backs off, slowing his assault.

“Just sex?” he asks against my lips.

“Just sex.”

It’s all he needs to hear.

He releases my tired arms and tightens his hold on me, walking us to his bedroom. His lips don’t leave mine until we reach his bed, and he sets my feet on the floor. He strips his shirt off, tossing it across the room. I reach for the hem of mine, but he grabs my wrists, shaking his head.

“Not yet,” he tells me.

I drop my hands to my sides, unsure what to do with them.

I let my eyes roam over his body, appreciating the way his muscles ripple under my scrutiny. There’s a smattering of hair over his chest, and I itch to reach out and run my fingers through it.

Before I can, he pushes me gently until I’m seated on the edge of the bed, then he steps back, staring down at me with hungry eyes.

Unable to stop myself, I lean forward and press a kiss above the waistband of his sweats.

The touch is welcomed by his cock jumping.

“Fuck,” he mutters. He bends to take my mouth in a hard kiss, sliding his fingers through my messy waves.

His touch is gentle with a hint of roughness.

I like it…a lot.

When he releases me, it feels like my lips are bruised, and I wonder if I’m still going to be able to feel it tomorrow.

He drops to his knees and parts mine, fitting himself between my thighs. I can feel his hot breath on my legs, and I want to slip my hands into his hair and pull him to me and put his mouth where I want it most.

I can’t help the rocking of my hips.

He chuckles, enjoying the torture he’s supplying right now. “What bra did you wear today?”

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