Naughty Neighbor: Falling for a Libra (Falling for the Stars), стр. 39
My hips and legs are practically vibrating as he slides in and out. He leans down to take a sensitive nipple in between his lips and then lifts up to claim my mouth. His jaw is tight as he fights the urge to come, and I give him his out.
“Come, baby. Let it go.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “This is for you.”
He raises one of my legs and pushes in further. The sensation is incredible, and coupled with his dedication to making me come, I’m in a lust-filled haze, writhing and panting beneath him. He pins his hips to hit the spot that seems to make me see double and slams into it relentlessly.
Our eyes lock as we surge past every barrier I have up. Beyond my past, crashing into my present. I come with a cry in the dark, clenching around him. His weight falls on me as he pumps into me like a machine, chasing his own orgasm as he grips me, kisses me, claims me, and absolutely owns me.
When he comes, it’s with my name on his lips.
His hands are on my hips, and his mouth finds mine again.
I wrap my legs around him, and we fall to the side, kissing, gasping, and grasping on to one another like teenagers in heat.
I don’t know what this man will do to my heart, but for tonight, I’m going to let him own it because being his is more than amazing.
Chapter Fifteen
I wake to the sun shining through the window and the heat of a warm body. My first reaction is to flinch before I remember who’s lying next to me.
Staring at his back, I admire the pristine form of it. Broad shoulders. Tapered waist. He has a birthmark on his spine and another at the top of his ass. I run a finger from one to the next, connecting the dots and watching as his body shifts with the touch.
“Hmm,” he hums as he rolls onto his back, pulling me into his arms and resting my head on his chest. “Good morning.” When he kisses the back of my head, chills run through my body. “You don’t like to snuggle, do you?”
I place my hand on his. “I’m used to having my own bed.”
His chest rumbles with his laugh. “I’m aware. I tried to snuggle you last night, and you kicked me. I was tempted to build a pillow fort around me to avoid getting bruised.”
I lean up and bite my lip. “Sorry. Was I really that bad?”
He pulls me in closer, snaking both his hands around me and wrapping a leg over my thigh. “I’m okay if you need your space to sleep so long as you let me do this to you when you’re awake. Cuddle time is definitely a priority.”
“Did you really just say ‘cuddle time’?
“For the record, most women would love a man as affectionate as me.”
“Leave it to you to find the one girl who needs her space,” I say. When I feel him pulling away, I grip his back and push my body into him, letting him know I like him exactly where he is. “That said, I really like you invading my space.”
His mouth leans down to my ear and neck, showing me just how appreciative he is for this physical connection.
I lean up to look at the clock, noticing it’s almost eight. It’s early for me, but I remember him saying something about having to be up at six for work. I guess that’s what we get for staying up way later than we should have, but after we had sex, we sat and talked for hours before having sex again. It was the best night I’d had in a long time, and the sex was the cherry on top.
“Are you going to be late?” I ask, concerned.
“My mom will understand.”
I look up at him in shock. “You are not going to tell your mom we slept together.”
He chuckles as he grabs his cell phone off the nightstand and starts texting. “Fine. I won’t tell her that or that we stayed up for hours, talking in bed before going for round two.” He winks at me. “How about I tell her we went on an amazing date last night and that I took you to breakfast? She won’t suspect anything since you live next door.”
“Okay, that works better,” I say, watching him punch in a message to Bobbi. “I’m surprised you’re willing to lie to her about breakfast.”
“I’m not lying. I still plan on feeding you. I make spectacular French toast.” He puts the cell phone down, comes up behind me and grabs my waist, pulling me into him.
“Or we can skip breakfast and use the time for something even better?” I wiggle my ass against him and love the sound he growls into my ear.
“You’re making it hard to leave this bed. How about you come to the flower shop with me today?”
I still. “You want me to come to work with you?”
“Yeah, it will be fun. I’ll teach you all the dirty little secrets of the flower business.”
A grin spreads across my face at the idea of spending the day with him. “I’m sure there’s a real dark web of the petal pushers.”
“You teasing me, Rivers?” He tickles my sides, and I laugh into him, only subsiding when he starts kissing my neck again as I run my hands down his torso.
“I have a confession to make. Rivers is a pen name.”
With a bent arm, he holds his head up as he lies on his side and asks, “What’s your real name?”
“Lacey Camille Wampo. I didn’t think Wampo was romantic enough for a writer, and Rivers sounded so beautiful. And if I’m being completely honest, I kinda like having my own name. Something that’s not associated with my father or my mother or anyone for that matter. I’m my own person. That