Page 49 of Noble Neighbor
“Oliver!”
Before another protest left her lips, Oliver pushed her up against the door he’d just closed and threaded his fingers into her hair as he’d imagined doing earlier.
Reality was so much better. It was his last coherent thought before he sealed his mouth over her lips and aligned their bodies, holding her against the wood. He let out a wild groan when Sunny opened her mouth to allow his seeking tongue entrance, almost sobbing with relief when her stiff body surrendered, and her hands found a way under his tee, moving over his bare back.
She whimpered when his mouth left hers. He nipped the soft flesh where her neck and shoulder met. “Oliver,” she keened as he feathered kisses over that same spot.
He lifted a hand to her shoulder, pushing the enticingstrap out of the way. His lips followed the path of his fingers as he tugged the neckline lower and lower. And lower still. “Sunny,” he muttered against the soft skin, “I need … I must …”
“Yes.”
Her breathless assent to his entreaty was enough for him to hook his fingers in her top and expose her silk-and-lace-covered breast.Oliver took a moment to feast his eyes on the dark center playing peek-a-boo where the navy lace met the silk cup holding the abundance of flesh.
“Sunny,” he murmured against her skin just above the strip of lace.
She groaned, flexing her hips against his painful erection while hooking a leg around his, pressing closer. Heat radiated from her center, scorching his thigh. Making him harder. Oliver lifted her breast from its covering, running the pad of his thumb across her nipple, turning it from swollen to rigid. She flexed her hips again, whimpering. And his mouth closed over the hard nub, sucking, nipping, licking.
Sunny ground her core against his leg, her moves frantic, clasping his thigh tighter. “Close, so close …”
The door handle rattled.
Sunny froze.
Oliver wanted to howl with frustration. Aching,throbbing, he was about to explode with need.
“Mommy?” The handle rattled again. “You okay?” It was Molly. “Clement! The door is stuck!”
Sunny muttered something incoherent.
Oliver straightened and, with a regretful look, herighted Sunny’s clothing, covering the lavish feast he’d sampled, and adjusted his jeans to a more comfortableposition.
He didn’t like the clouded look descending over her countenance. “Do I need to apologize?”
Sunny met his gaze for a few beats before a rueful smile pulled her lips up. “No. Guess this” — she flicked her hand between them — “whatever we have, is inevitable, despite my backing off.”
“Truth.” He cocked his head. “Does this mean you’ll be my plus-one on Saturday?”
She sighed. “Guess it does.”
Footsteps sounded in the hallway, and Oliver hurried to insert the key in the lock, jiggling the handle roughly to cover the click inside the tumbler. “Look at that, Sunny. Itwasjammed.” But at the knowing look on Clement’s face, Oliver felt the heat rise up his neck.
With a low chuckle and a shake of her head, Sunny slipped past him and confronted her daughter. “What do you need, hon?”
Molly frowned, eyes darting from him and to her mom. “I need to go see Henrietta, Mommy. She’s missing me.”
Henrietta, Oliver knew, was their latest hen. One Molly had chosen and was particularly taken with.
Bending forward, Sunny placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. Oliver needed to avert his eyes from the wonderful view she presented in her tight jeans. “Okay, then. Let’s go,” she said and moved down the hallway after Molly and Clement.
Oliver stayed in place, calling out her name.
She stopped and turned to look over her shoulder.
“I’m looking forward to our date,” he said.
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