Naughty Neighbor - Lauren Runow Page 0,49
lift my head, and he claims the kiss again, hungrier than before.
His hand fists my hair as I run mine up the back of his shirt, anxious to touch his skin. We struggle as we move toward the window and have to break apart to crawl inside. I go first and watch as he bends his large frame through the open window and stands before me in the dark. The kitchen light is the only one on in the apartment, and its faint glow casts a heavenly brightness on his face.
His sharp jaw, smooth skin, and that perfect angle of his face in the shadows, plus those sinful chocolate eyes melt the clothes right off of me.
I lift my sweater and remove it, dropping it to the ground. Next, my jeans are unbuttoned. He steps forward and has his hands on my cheek and in my hair, pulling me close. His mouth crashes into mine. Kissing and loving on me, he lifts me in his arms and walks me to the bed.
I’m lying down, propped on my elbows as I watch him remove his henley. His ripped chest is on display. It’s even better than when I got to paint it and when he was wearing that damn seafoam-green towel. This time, I get to touch it however I want.
So, I do.
Placing my palms on his pecs, I glide my fingers over his skin and let my thumbs graze his nipples. He sighs at the feeling of my hands on him and leans down to climb onto the bed, joining me.
“You know, if you wanted to get me in bed, you could have just come in through the front door,” I tease, continuing my exploration.
He stops his kisses and looks down at me. “Lace, I didn’t do that to get you in bed. I climbed up here to show you that you’re worth more than three bad memories. You deserve to be romanced. I want to show you what a real man can be.”
“And what’s that?” I ask breathlessly.
“Yours.”
He takes his time in savoring my body. Starting at my clavicle, his tongue caresses my skin, moving down my chest, my stomach, and along the edge of my panties, eliciting a hiss through my teeth.
“Tell me if I’m going too fast,” he says.
“Not fast enough,” I respond impatiently.
He moves his head between my legs and kisses my core first on the outside of my underwear, making me squirm in anticipation. Then, he removes them from my legs, flinging them to the floor before placing his mouth and tongue over my throbbing clit.
“Jake,” I gasp as he flicks the bud and runs his fingers up and down the inside of my thighs.
The sight is pretty damn spectacular as he kneels before me, lapping up my sex and gazing up at me with a loving expression, asking if I’m okay with what he’s doing.
I nod, looking him square in the eye as my orgasm swarms low in my core. He’s soft and gentle yet rough and dangerous. Even his shoulders are beautiful, and they flex as he wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls my core closer to his mouth. He’s sucking on my clit and then pushing his tongue inside of me. When he licks me with long motions, I clench my duvet and grab hold for dear life as the orgasm builds inside me.
My head falls back as my back arches.
“Oh God,” I cry.
He growls against me and sucks harder before gently licking with his tongue, causing my body to tremble from the inside out. Ripples of pleasure throb between my legs. I yank on Jake’s hair as intense waves of ecstasy hit me hard. I cry out again and again, chanting his name as I fall back to the bed.
Tears well up in my eyes as I’m overcome with the heady emotion of my first orgasm by someone other than me in years.
As he works his way up my body, he takes in my face. “Hey there, Lacey girl. I told you, if it’s too soon, we can wait.” He lovingly strokes my hair as he looks down at me in concern.
I smile. “It’s not that. I’m happy actually. And it scares me.”
His shoulders fall in relief. “I have a secret,” he says, and I’m all ears. “I’m scared too. I’m crazy about you. Maddeningly addicted. I’m laying a lot on the line too. I’m falling for a girl who doesn’t believe in love.”
Maybe it’s because he’s so damn