Page 66 of Bad Boy Next Door
“Yeah. Later.” My words came out on long low breaths.
He released his death grip on my pelvis and started to thrust slowly inside me again. Lying face-to-face on our sides, his huge body was almost curled around mine as he pushed in and out, and I felt a shift, a seismic change coming from deep inside me.
I looked up, directly into his eyes.
“Hey there,” he said deeply as his hips pumped his cock, as my body responded, undulating at just the right rhythm to match his, our bodies curled into each other like we’d been designed to be joined this way, like all the dirty fucking that had led us to this point had been preparation for these tender delights.
“You’re amazing, you know.” One of his hands cupped the back of my head, the other cradled my ass. “How’d I get so lucky?”
“Lucky?” I asked, then his cock stroked my G-spot just right and I gasped.
“Lucky to have you move in next door.”
“I’m the one who’s lucky,” I said before thinking. But the thing was, I meant it.
I didn’twantto mean it. I didn’t want to expose myself like that, not to Nick, not to anyone, especially not to a liar, but at that moment, I forgot. With his dick deep inside me, our sex act seemed the perfect manifestation of Nick—powerful yet tender, hard yet gentle—and I forgot why I’d been so hell-bent on avoiding a relationship, not letting Nick in.
And even if I hadn’t forgotten, it was too late. In more ways than one, Nick was already buried so hard inside me.
