Page 28 of Neighbors With Benefits

“Jazz?” he asked softly.

I turned to look at him. “Aiden?”

His gaze bore into mine, a smear of flour on his cheek beneath his dark eyes. And in that brief moment, there in the kitchen, I knew what he was thinking.

Because I was thinking the same thing.

“I want…” he said.

“What?” I asked softly. “What do you want?”

I held my breath as he readied his response:

“This.”

And he showed me.

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Jazz

After so many game nights and dinners shared in the kitchen, Aiden’s kiss was like drinking water after dying of thirst. I had been thinking about it for so long that when it finally happened, my body wasn’t sure how to react.

At first.

I molded my body against his, and he wrapped a strong arm around my back and held me close. He was such a good kisser, or maybe it was just how badly I had wanted to feel his lips against mine.

And as suddenly as it began, he abruptly pulled away from my mouth, though his arm still held me close. “If you don’t want to do—”

“I do,” I practically begged. “I don’t want to fight it anymore.”

His eyes glanced down at my mouth. “Neither do I.”

Our lips reconnected with magnetic attraction. As our mouths churned together, his fingers untied my pajama pants and let them fall to the floor. I kicked them away and reached for his pants, but before I could he dropped to his knees without warning.

“Oh,” I yelped as he buried his face into my panties. I was briefly glad I had worn one of my sexier pairs, but the thought was soon banished as he tugged them to the side and kissed my drenched lips.

“Mmm,” he moaned, vibrating into me wonderfully.

I widened my stance as he went down on me in the kitchen. There was flour everywhere, on his shirt and cheek and arms, and on my thighs where he was holding me tightly. His tongue rolled against my clit, pulses of ecstasy, and I grabbed a handful of his hair and held him against me to make sure he didn’t stop.

“That feels so good,” I said.

He moaned in agreement, never taking his mouth from my sex.

I let go of his hair, and then snorted with laughter.

Aiden paused to gaze up at me, a question on his face.

“My hands were covered in flour, and now it’s all in your hair.”

He arched an eyebrow. “Well, if you think we should stop…”

“No! Don’t youdare!”

He grinned evilly, then returned to his task, and I forgot all about the floury mess in my kitchen.

“I could devour you all night,” he mumbled into my pussy.

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