driveway, then turned my head to the house next to it. My house. And I looked back to his house.
“You were my neighbor this whole time?”
A low chuckle reverberated from him as he turned the engine off and stood from his bike. “Yep.”
I was even angrier, but one night. Dammit! I glared at him. “So not cool.”
He ignored that, taking my helmet off and hanging it on his handle. He took my hand, giving me a tug. “Come on.”
His eyes were wolfish. His gaze was lingering on my mouth, and just like that, the momentary anger was starting to subside. He hadn’t even touched me.
Walking to the house, he lifted his arm around my shoulders. I reached up for his hand so they dangled together just off the side of me. This felt nice.
I was melting against his side.
Once inside, he stepped to the kitchen. “You want something to drink?”
You.
My throat went dry.
I croaked out, “No.”
His eyes darkened, and he said softly, “Okay.”
He took my hand again, leading me down the hallway.
Were we really going to do this? Was I really going to do this? Just get right down to business? I mean, he had bought me food, but yeah.
I was nervous.
I didn’t date. It’s not that I didn’t want to, but there weren’t a lot of guys I was interested in. I had a few hookups, but not many. A girl had needs. That was, until Christopher showed up. Once he did, it was him.
Only him. All him.
All year, and I was an idiot for not approaching him.
His room was sparse. A bed. A chair. A dresser. A laundry basket in the corner. That’s all I noticed before he moved toward me.
One step.
He was right in front of me, close enough I could touch him.
Heat rose in me.
I was aching to touch him, and he was right there.
Another step.
His head folded down. His forehead rested on mine, and I reached out. My hands touched his stomach.
He was so strong, tight. There was no softness there, and both our chests rose at the same time.
I slid my hand up, pushing up his shirt, feeling the texture and contour of his muscles until I paused, right over his heart. It was speeding, just like mine, and biting down on my lip, I kept moving. His shirt was ripped off, his hand curling around my waist at the same time his head dipped.
His mouth found mine—and ooooh!
I was gone.
Done.
He was kissing me. I was kissing him.
I’d never been kissed like this.
He was commanding.
There was no soft, subtle seduction here. We both knew what we wanted. The whole year had been our foreplay, and his mouth opened over mine. I was helpless to do anything except respond. Hell, I was helpless to do anything except what my body wanted. And my body wanted a lot.
I wanted to crawl up him like he was a pole, and I wanted to feel him slide home.
Bending as his tongue swept against mine, he grabbed under my leg with one hand and his other hand on my ass. He lifted me. Oomph! He walked us backwards, lowering me gently onto the bed. He came down with me.
He moved down, his mouth trailing a path south until he lingered over my jeans.
He looked up, waiting.
I bit into my cheek and nodded. Yes, please. So many yeses.
My jeans were unbuckled, lowered, and his mouth moved there. He touched me, kissed me, and I lifted off the bed.
I was inflamed.
He explored me, every single inch of me.
He made me explode, then waited and brought me to the pinnacle again, and right before, he paused. A second. I heard the crinkle of a condom, and then he was back.
He had undressed me. I had done the same.
I relished in the feel of him, and then he moved between my legs. His eyes met mine, held me captive, and he slid inside.
So good. Sooo good.
As he began moving inside of me, and I was rolling with him, in the back of my mind, I knew it wasn’t usually like this. There should’ve been clumsy fumbling. An awkward maneuver to unsnap my bra. I should’ve been embarrassed at how his fingers slid inside, and then gasped at how good that felt, but none of that happened.
The good part had happened, then happened again, and continued to happen, but this wasn’t normal. We weren’t normal.
He and I, we were made from the same fabric. It was that life, where I wasn’t the cheerleader or