Finally (Neighbor from Hell #12) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,59
up slowly, giving her a chance to wrap her legs around him.
“Do you ever?” she asked as she found her eyes closing as her head dropped back on a moan when he pressed a kiss against her throat.
“No,” Devin groaned, not really sounding all that upset about it as one of his hands found her bottom again and gave it another squeeze as he pulled her tightly against him so that she could feel just how badly he wanted her.
When he carried her into her bedroom, she expected him to lay her down on her bed. Instead, he tightened his hold around her as he took his time kissing his way back up to her mouth as the hand on her bottom slid down between her legs and-
“Oh, god,” Charlie whimpered on a moan when she felt his fingers move over her.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined touching you,” Devin said on a groan before he took her mouth in a kiss that turned hungry as soon as their lips touched.
This kiss was different. It had her shifting in his arms, struggling to get closer to him, needing to get closer to him. His name was ripped from her lips in a desperate plea as he pressed harder until his fingers were sliding between her slit, pressing the soft cotton against her clit as she felt herself getting wet.
“That’s it,” Devin said approvingly, groaning against her mouth as his fingers moved over the thin, damp material, forcing her to break off the kiss so that she could bury her face against his neck, gasping as he worked his fingers over her, making her squirm as her fingers dug into his shoulders until she couldn’t fight it any longer.
“Devin, please,” Charlie moaned against his neck as she felt him move, carrying her further into the room as tension slowly began building deep inside her.
Before she could wonder what he was doing, she found herself straddling his lap in the oversized chair that he kept in here. As soon as her knees touched the soft leather seat, she was moving on him. She wasn’t sure if it was because he’d grabbed hold of her bottom and was encouraging her to move and she didn’t care, not when it felt this good.
God, she’d never been this turned on before, Charlie thought as she pressed a kiss against his neck before she leaned back only to moan when Devin took her mouth in a hard kiss that had her wrapping her arms around him. Using her hold on him, she continued moving, rolling her hips back and forth, sliding over the hard ridge of his erection as it pressed tightly against his fly.
She hadn’t realized just how much she’d missed sex until that moment. Had it really been since college? Charlie absently wondered on a moan when she felt Devin’s hands slide down the back of her panties and gave her bottom a squeeze. Probably, she thought as Devin used his hold on her to move her against him. She’d dated over the years, but she’d never been tempted for more.
With Devin…
Charlie had a bad feeling that she was never going to be able to get enough of him. She wanted him. God, did she want him. He was incredibly sexy, kind, sweet, and so much fun to torment, she thought, only to whimper when he suckled on her tongue in a move that had her pressing down harder against him, desperate for more.
They had to take this slowly, Charlie reminded herself, repeating it over and over again in her head to stop herself from begging him for more, but god, she was tempted. More than tempted to beg him to bend her over and-
Found herself moaning his name when the next roll of her hips caused the hard ridge of his erection to push between her lips, causing her clit to rub against him with every roll of her hips only to gasp with every roll back when the move teased her, leaving her feeling empty and desperate for more. The incredibly sexy groans that he was making when she did it wasn’t helping.
It was making her desperate for more, made her roll her hips harder, faster until-
“Oh, god!” she moaned as her head dropped back when Devin tightened his hold on her as he spread his legs further apart and-
“Fuck!” Devin groaned, burying his face against her neck as he brought his hips up, grinding against her as the