Fire & Brimstone (Neighbor from Hell #8) - R.L. Mathewson Page 0,110

carried her to the bed where he laid her down.

Now he was playing tug of war with her towel, trying to remove it so that he could tuck the little pain in the ass in, but she wouldn’t give up that damn towel! Finally after a grunt and a cute little growl, she gave up her hold, rolled over, kicked the blankets and sheet out of her way and settled in for the night.

Deciding that there was something seriously fucking wrong with him if this was how he wanted spend the rest of his life, he dropped his towel, climbed into bed behind her and pulled the blankets that she’d abused back up. Once they were both covered, he curled up behind her, closed his eyes and realized that tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough for him.

When she abruptly turned around in his arms, pushed him onto his back and somehow managed to crawl on top of him before she passed out, apparently deciding that he made a better mattress, he prayed that tomorrow came before he lost his fucking mind.

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“Umm, what are you doing?” she asked, gasping when those very talented lips of his wrapped around one nipple and gently suckled while his hand cradled the other one, squeezing it gently and making her lick her lips hungrily, because she honestly couldn’t think of a better way to wake up.

“Practicing,” he said, letting her nipple slip free from between his lips so that he could answer her and-

Lick her nipple.

“Oh, God!” she moaned loudly as he repeated that move as he allowed her nipple to slide between his fingers.

“How’s that feel, sweetheart?” he calmly asked as he moved his attention to the other nipple and suckled on it.

Before she could answer him, not that she was really capable of answering him, he decided to up his game and follow it up with, “Are you getting wet for me, sweetheart?”

She moaned as he shifted over her and began kissing and licking his way down her stomach. “Maybe I should find out for myself,” he murmured as he reached down and pushed her legs apart so that by the time that he reached his destination it was impossible for her to answer him without moaning his name and since she knew just how much he liked that, that’s exactly what she did.

Chapter 55

“Christopher,” the little tease moaned as he traced her slit with the tip of his tongue.

Groaning, he palmed her thigh and pushed it higher, needing better access to the sweetest pussy that he’d ever had the pleasure of worshipping. He just couldn’t get enough of her. He wanted to do this morning, noon and night and sometimes he found himself thinking about doing this when he should be focusing on something else, growing so hard that he had no choice but hunt her down so that he could do this very thing.

If she took that job he wouldn’t be able to do that and that pissed him off. He was keeping her with him and that was final. If she didn’t like that then that was too goddamn bad, because she was stuck with him. She’d forced her way into his life, tormenting and teasing him along the way, making damn sure that he wouldn’t be able to function without her until he didn’t want to function without her.

He wanted her in his life, in his bed, hogging his shower, pretending to fall asleep when he asked her to try a new recipe, he wanted to watch as she got that little devious look on her face when she screwed with someone’s head, he wanted to be there when she got into one of those sad slap fights with Melanie, wanted to run the Fire & Brimstone with her, and everything in between.

He just wanted to be with her.

“Mmm,” she moaned as he traced the tip of his tongue down her slit while he slid his palms up her thighs, pushing them even further apart so that he could use his thumbs to spread the soft pink lips that hid a world of pleasure.

“Christopher,” she said, moaning his name and making his cock bounce in anticipation.

He wanted to slide inside this pretty little pussy of hers and lose himself, but he didn’t want to rush this. He wanted to savor every moan, every taste, every gasp until neither one of them could take it anymore. With that in mind, he ran the tip of his tongue over that swollen little