Page 67 of Bad Boy Neighbor

“It’s not too late, Gabriella. Tell me to stop now.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

“Are you ready?” he questions with a rough tone. “Because once I start…”

I nod, barely able to control the rapid desire ready to unleash on him. The more he speaks, the harder his actions become until he latches onto the side of my waist and flips me over, pushing me on my back. He throws himself on top of me, his lips crashing against mine, intimately kissing me before he pulls back and stares into my eyes.

In just one stare, I can feel all of him. Mind, body, and soul. The pools of green drink me all in, as if I belong to only him.

“Why are you looking at me this way?” I keep my voice low, conscious of the fact that his eyes haven’t left mine.

“You’re beautiful.”

I smile, worried over nothing. Oliver unleashes what he’s been holding back, sliding himself in slowly. I gasp, alarmingly aware of his size.

He focuses his attention back on my lips, kissing my mouth with urgency and leaving me without a single breath to catch. My nails claw their way across his beautiful, muscular back.

With every move Oliver makes, I fall deeper under his spell, allowing him to ravage my body. Propping up on his knees, he watches himself move in and out, biting his lip while spreading my legs enough to cause me to wince in pain.

This man wants only me at this moment, and I will do every damn thing to please him.

“Tell me what you want, Gabriella…”

“You,” I moan deeply. “All of you.”

My eyes close, waiting for him to take me harder in the throes of his climax. Just the thought of it has me on edge, and with only the first thrust, I latch onto the pillow behind me, my blood pumping hard, and every single part of me tingles in mad delight.

I call his name repeatedly, wishing this moment would never end, begging silently for the universe to shift and open the gates to us being together.

Opening my eyes quickly, I catch his desperate need to control the moment, holding back his impending orgasm until it gets the better of him. The grip of his hands is tight against my waist, slamming into me until his moans slow, and his hips follow on cue.

He falls beside me, both of us out of breath and reeling from what’s just happened. With only a faint glow from the moon that shines outside our hotel window, we continue to lie in the dark in utter silence. Neither one of us has anything to say but lay in each other’s arms.

Oliver traces my arm with the tip of his finger, causing the small hairs to stand on end. Pulling the sheet out of my way, I move over his body and straddle him to give myself a better view. He continues to lie there, beautifully sprawled with his arm beneath his head, his muscles flexing with a satisfied smirk.

“What you got for me, baby?”

“Heard you’re not a fan of cowgirl?” I tease.

“I’m a fan of anything involving you,” he answers in a delicious tone. “On top, on the side, behind, on your knees …”

I lean forward, placing my mouth on his, desperate to taste him again. He doesn’t hold back, resting his hands on my hips as he grinds my body against his cock.

Letting out a long-winded moan, I sit up, arching my back and exposing my naked body completely. Beneath me, he becomes hard again, sliding himself in so easily.

Oliver is insatiable. His animalistic desire to be inside me leaves me completely breathless once again.

I haven’t been with many men sexually, but no one compares to him. No one has ever made me feel the things he has made me feel inside these four walls.

When he pulls himself out of me, we continue to lay perfectly still, his heart hammering against my back as he wraps his arms around me from behind, a reminder of how real this has all become.

“Come with me, please… to my appointment tomorrow,” he murmurs into my hair.

I prop myself up on my elbow. “You really want me to be there?”

“I… I need you to be there.”

With a satisfied smile, I turn and lay my head against his chest. I know how hard it was for him to open up, to allow me to be a part of something so close to his heart. And if only I could tell him how much that gesture means to me, how the three words crawling to the tip of my tongue desperately want to tell him I love him.

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