Page 144 of My Ruthless Neighbor

“I never lost control like that before.” He shakes his head.

“Me neither,” I confess. Then, “I’m on the pill. And I am clean.”

“So am I.” He rubs the back of his neck. “It’s just… when it comes to you, I forget all about my rules.”

I lean against the sink, looking down. “And that’s a bad thing,” I say faintly.

“It is.” He agrees and my heart sinks.

Sometimes his honesty hurts. Can’t he soften the blow with sweet talking? But then, that’s not how he rolls.

Is he regretting what we did? I know we fucked up but I still can’t find the anger I should be feeling. Toward him. Toward me.

I let out a startled gasp when he swings me into his arms. “What are you doing?”

“I told you I am not done with you yet.”

My mouth falls open. “Again?”

“Yes.” He says as he carries me out of the bathroom.

“What if I am sore?” I ask as he puts me down on the bed.

“Are you?”

“A little.” I am not lying. He fucked me really hard both times.

Shucking the towel, he climbs on the bed. “Then I’ll give you an hour or so to recover.”

He spoons me from behind and covers our bodies with the comforter.

“You are obnoxious when you’re bossy.”

“And you are adorable when you lie.” We both freeze at his compliment. How can he say that when he hates being lied to? Does that mean he’s bending his rules for me involuntarily?

He is awfully quiet. To lighten up the mood, I speak, “Are you addicted to sex?”

He chuckles and I suppress the urge to spring up and watch his face. His smiles and laughs are rare.

“No. I’m not.”

“Hmm.”

“Why do you ask?”

“Because we already had sex twice and you want to do it again.” I hope he doesn’t detect the smile in my voice. Hell, even I can hear it.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

My heart flutters, warmth spreading all over my body.

“What are we doing?” I can’t help but ask.

“I don’t know.” He answers sincerely. “But I don’t want to stop whatever this is.”

“Me neither,” I whisper. Then, “Does that make us friends with benefits?”

“Am I your friend?” His tone is amused.