her house was broken into. I don’t want to freak her out and allude to anything, but the guy, obviously, isn’t right in the head.
“Just about done?” she asks, setting her small table with steaming plates of food.
I prop the stick against the glass, making sure it’s tight, so everything stays in place, while the pane glue dries. “Yeah, just about. The glue needs to dry, but as long as you don’t touch the window for a day or two, you should be good.”
“Thank you. For doing all this, Roman. You’re a good guy, even when you’re trying to convince me that you’re not.”
It’s my turn to roll my eyes. I’m uncomfortable with her praise. It’s something I didn’t get much of as a child or as an adult. Setting everything down, I dust my hands off on my pants and head toward the door.
“Where are you going? I made food.”
“Gonna check on Max really quick. I’ll be back.”
“You can bring him here, you know. I don’t mind.”
There’s a vulnerable expression on her face. One I find difficult to turn away from.
Once Max sees where we’re headed, his tail wags a little harder than usual, and I shake my head. The dog is a fucking traitor, I tell you. Even when I’d purposely try to keep my distance, purposely try to find any reason at all to dislike my neighbor, Max was always whining when he saw her.
As soon as we walk into the house, he heads straight to Olivia’s side, pausing next to her at the table. With his head cocked to the side, he watches her, and she giggles. The sound is pure fucking bliss. Any other day, when I heard it, I’d try to pass it off as annoying, but that was just a lie. Everything Olivia does gets under my skin in the best fucking way. When Max settles his paw on her thigh, she gives his head a good scratch, before she gets up to wash her hands and get us both something to drink.
We finish dinner with easy conversation, and I truly can’t remember the last time I enjoyed just sitting and talking with a woman. Usually, I bring women over for a quick fuck, because that’s all I have time for. All I really have to offer. Relationships have never held an ounce of interest to me until now. Hell, I haven’t slept with anyone since the night Olivia decided she’d tell my last one-night stand I have gonorrhea. Worst part? Ever since she moved in next door, she’s been the only woman on my mind. I tried sealing the deal with countless other women, but I couldn’t. I was thinking about her the entire time. Not the women beneath me, her. I didn’t know what that said about me, her, or us, but all I knew was she was all I could think about. The only woman who apparently gets my cock hard these days.
While she cleans up in the kitchen, I pick up the mess in the living room, gathering the tools to take back home and get rid of the board and any leftover shards of glass from the broken window. Once I get everything cleaned up, and Max is back home and asleep, I double-check the newly installed window, satisfied with how it’s sitting.
I hear a soft pop behind me, and when I turn, I find Olivia sitting cross-legged on her couch, watching me closely, with a lollipop hanging out of her mouth. A smirk tips the corners of her lips.
“A girl can get used to this.”
“To what exactly?”
“A hot guy in the middle of her living room, putting back the pieces of her miserable life together.”
Closing the distance between us, I stare down at her fixated on the way the stick of the lollipop juts out between those pink bee-stung lips. Gripping the end that’s hanging out of her mouth, I tug, and she lets go with a pop that goes straight to my groin. Taking the lollipop, I put it into my mouth, and her mouth drops open, her eyes heating with desire.
“About that bed.”
She licks her lips, pushing to her feet. “Oh, that’s right. What was it you mentioned earlier? You’ve been waiting to fuck me there?”
Christ in heaven.
My cock goes from half-mast to hard as a fucking rock at her words.
That mouth will be the death of me.
Knowing the effect she’s having on me, Olivia smiles. It’s downright sexy and full of seduction. Tugging my