Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,61

off her as he leaned down so that he could continue to kiss her. God, she felt so fucking good, he thought as he reached up and pushed several wet strands of her hair out her face.

“I know your secret,” she said, smiling as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Yeah, and what’s that?” he asked, pulling back far enough so that he could watch as he run his fingers down her chin, her neck and between her large breasts, fascinated by the trail of goose bumps left behind.

“You like it when I call you Christopher,” she said, sounding smug as she continued to run her fingers through his hair.

“Yes,” he said, smiling as he leaned back down and kissed her, “I do.”

“And when anyone else calls you that?” she asked, teasing his bottom lip.

“I’ll fucking kill them,” he admitted, gently running his fingers from one breast to the other, stopping just before he touched either nipple.

“So, what makes me so special?” she asked, making him wonder how it was even possible that she didn’t already know.

He looked into her eyes as he finally allowed his fingers to skim across one hard nipple and said, “Because you drive me out of my fucking mind.”

Chapter 30

“We’re going to get your sheets wet,” she said, absently wondering if they should go somewhere else before they ruined his bed as she licked her lips and enjoyed the feeling of having Christopher’s very talented lips kissing a path from her jawline to her neck.

“The only thing that I care about getting wet,” he said softly, pausing to press a kiss against the spot where her neck and shoulder met, “is you.”

Oh….God…

She could cry. She really could. Not only did he talk dirty, but he did it really well. If there was one thing that had always disappointed her, it was that none of the men that she’d been with knew how to talk dirty during sex. They’d tried, but no of them had ever been able to pull it off.

Their attempts had always left her cringing and wishing that they’d just hurry up and finish so that she could grab something to eat and maybe catch an episode of The Walking Dead before she called it a night. Well, that wasn’t completely true. That one guy who’d thought calling her a dirty whore and a slut while he slid his hand beneath her shirt was a good idea had ended up walking home with a limp.

“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about getting you in my bed?” he asked as he ran his palm over her nipple, just touching it enough to make it harden in response.

Biting back a smile, she said, “Why don’t you tell me,” curious to see just how far the uptight, straight-edged, questionably OCD, man was going to try bringing this.

He chuckled as he pressed another kiss against the spot that she’d never realized was so sensitive before. “How about I show you instead?” he asked with a wink and an unbelievably sexy grin that had her heart doing an odd little flip that took her by surprise and left her feeling like she’d just been shoved off a ledge and was falling fast, a lot faster than she was probably ready for.

But, she also wasn’t ready to stop yet.

Returning his smile was probably the most terrifying thing that she’d ever done, but the way that his expression warmed as he looked down at her made her want to risk everything as long as he kept looking at her that way.

“Have you thought about me?” he asked as he cupped her face in his hand.

“What makes you think that I’ve thought about you?” she asked, laughing when his glare turned mocking.

Sighing heavily, he wrapped his arms around her and-

Tore an embarrassingly high squeal out of her when she suddenly found herself sitting on top of the large bastard.

“Stop manhandling me!” she said with a huff as she stubbornly folded her arms over her bare breasts and pointedly looked off to express her displeasure at being thrown about.

“How else was I supposed to show you?” he asked, all innocence as he placed his hands on her hips and gently rocked her, startling a startled moan from her when she realized exactly what he’d done.

Licking her lips, she let her arms drop so that she could place her hands over his where they continued to guide her, back and forth over the large erection now cradled against her