Number Neighbors - Emma Hart Page 0,42
pressing against me, and my thighs clenched to control the ache that was building between my legs.
A deep, needy ache that took everything inside me to suppress.
Isaac cupped the back of my head, slipping his hand into my hair, and dragged his lips up my jaw until they were but a millimeter from my ear. “I want you, Hannah. I want to pull you upstairs and kiss you until you can’t breathe. I want to throw you on the bed and put my face between your legs until you’re fucking it. I want to flip you on your knees and grab your hips and tug on your hair until you’re screaming my name in pleasure. I want to do everything I said I would do in that first texting session when I know you sat in this house and played with your clit until you came.”
My mouth was dry. I ran my tongue over my lips in a desperate attempt to wet them and my mouth, but it was no good. It didn’t work. All it did was make me want to do it again and again in the hopes it would work.
It didn’t.
I know. I tried three times.
“But if you don’t want that, tell me now. I’ve made it clear how I feel, but understand this: I will respect whatever you say to me,” he continued slowly.
“Even if I tell you I never want to speak to you again?”
“As long as I can tell you your cat needs his vaccinations first.”
“Duly noted. Now, shut up and leave.”
He pulled back, a flash of shock in his eyes.
“Kidding. Shut up and kiss me.”
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, before doing just that. It was just as deep and hungry as the last one, and I wrapped my arms around his neck to hold him to me.
Let’s face it.
It was inevitable that this would happen.
It may as well be right now when I was already tied up in knots because he’d kissed me like a champ.
“Without being too pushy, we need to take this elsewhere. Before Lucifer decides your ankle is a good snack again.”
“Without being too pushy?” I choked back a laugh. “Did you not just list off all the ways you’d like to fuck me senseless?”
“Not all the ways. I’m saving some for later.” He lowered his lips to mine and dragged my lower lip between his teeth. “I’m happy to continue right now, though…”
“Nope, upstairs it is.” I grabbed hold of his hand and dragged him after me, leaving Lucifer in the kitchen alone. I was barely able to turn the light off before my feet hauled me toward the bottom of the stairs and up them.
Isaac’s steps echoed after mine, and I led him into my bedroom. My unfortunately untidy bedroom. Why was there a sock on my pillowcase? And how the hell had my bra ended up on my windowsill?
How in the fuck did that happen?
Thankfully, I didn’t have much of a chance to answer that or even begin to figure it out because Isaac pulled me against his body and kissed me. I curled my fingers into the collar of his ever-present polo shirt and flattened my body against him. Each flick of his tongue against mine sent licks of heat through my body.
Kissing him was intoxicating.
He tasted like the chocolate fudge cake mixed with desperation, and it was a terrifyingly addictive thing to experience.
Isaac’s hands slipped down my body and dragged up my shirt, bunching it around my waist. He slid one down inside my jeans and squeezed my bare ass, pulling my hips right into him.
My nipples were hard, ready to burst through the thin material of my tank top, and I fought a gasp when they brushed against his chest.
He smiled as if he knew before he resumed the kiss, hungrier than ever. Desperation took over, lust controlling us both, and we moved back toward the bed in a tangle of lips and limbs.
He broke the kiss and removed his shirt. I barely had a second to explore the toned expanse of his body before he kissed me again, dragging me against him, only to fist my shirt and yank it up my body.
I raised my hands so he could pull it up. My breasts sprang free when he tossed it aside, and our bodies came together once again in a mess of hands and kisses and tiny little giggles.
From me. The giggles were from me.
Isaac pushed me back onto the bed. I squealed as