Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,58
said, “Things have changed.”
“Have they?” he murmured as he ran his hands over her back.
“They really have,” she promised him.
“Then I guess you’re going to have to catch me up,” Devin said as one his hands snaked beneath her shirt and ran over her back.
“I suppose I could do that,” Charlie said, placing her hands on the armrest so that she was leaning over him.
“What am I supposed to do now?” he asked, looking up at her as his other hand found its way beneath her shirt.
“You’re supposed to kiss me.”
“Is that what I’m supposed to do?” he murmured as his gaze moved to her mouth.
“According to the new guidelines,” she said, leaning down closer as the blanket slid down her back to pool around her waist.
“And we don’t want to ignore the new guidelines,” Devin said as he ran his hands higher so that he could pull her closer.
“We really don’t,” she whispered as her lips brushed against his.
He took his time kissing her, brushing his lips against hers as his hands continued to run over her back, encouraging her to move even closer. This was what she’d thought about all day. It was the way that he made her feel when she was in his arms that had her struggling to focus. When she should have been paying attention and trying to figure out how she was going to get Dabbi up and running within the year, she’d been thinking about Devin. She thought about how much she missed him, how much she liked the way that he touched her, the way that he kissed her, and just how badly she wanted to be back in his arms.
That was the problem.
She loved her job and could happily work for Bradford Creations for the rest of her life, but she wanted more. She wanted another challenge. When Devin hired her, Bradford Creations had been gaining attention through his Uncle’s website, but that was it. The Facebook page had been created a year earlier and abandoned almost immediately. The website had been nothing more than a notice that the site was under construction and that had been pretty much it.
At that point Bradford Creations had relied heavily on word of mouth around town and with Bradford Furniture customers. He’d been able to sell enough furniture to pay the bills and hire a few part-time employees, but that had been it. The night before her interview, she’d done her research, scoped out the competition, checked out Bradford Creations’ reviews online, and made a plan. She’d stayed up all night creating a marketing plan, excited to see if she could pull it off and when he told her the job was hers, she’d set to work.
It had taken her a year to really get Bradford Creations established, but it had been worth it and now…
Now she wanted to do it again.
She loved the excitement that came from building something out of nothing and the challenge of making another company go viral. She wanted to do more and the problem was that there really wasn’t a lot more that she could do for Bradford Creations. All it required now was to stay relevant, post eye catching pictures, create irresistible products, provide fresh blog content, and continue interacting with Bradford Creations followers.
She needed more, but…
She also needed this, Charlie thought, realizing that she was going to have to figure out a way to make this work. Definitely going to have to figure out a way to make this work, she decided as she settled more comfortably on top of him only to moan when the move caused the large bulge between his legs to rub against her.
“How slow do you want to go?” Devin whispered against her lips as his hands slowly slid down her back and over her bottom.
“Did I not mention that I like to be worshipped?” she whispered back as she slid back, rubbing against the bulge that felt so damn good.
“I believe that was mentioned,” Devin murmured as his hands gently grabbed hold of her bottom and encouraged her to keep moving. “Is this okay?”
“More than okay,” Charlie said, moaning softly as she took her time moving on him, savoring every hard inch pressed against her.
“Why don’t we take this to your bedroom?” Devin asked, already moving to sit up.
“Will you carry me?” she asked, loving the way that his lips twitched against hers as he wrapped his arms around her.