Page 23 of A Very Grumpy Neighbor
“Spare room,” he continues, ignoring my comment as he points to the next room. “And this is my room.”
He nudges the door open wider, and I look around the tidy space. He has a king-size bed framed by a nightstand and not much else.
“Where do you put all of your clothes?”
“Closet.”
I pull open the door and turn to him. “It’s so tiny!”
“I don’t have many clothes. It suits me fine.”
“Hmm.”
“How big is your closet?”
“It’s a walk-in.”
“Fancy.”
I snort. “Hardly. Two of the three shelves sag, and I haven’t had time to fix them.”
“I can help.”
“Yeah? Are you handy?”
“I can be.”
My body heats as I take him in. His wet clothes are plastered to his muscular body as he stands beside his bed. The sight of him turns me on. Suddenly, all I can think about is peeling his clothes off and licking him.
“Jade?”
I lick my lips as we lock eyes. “I, uh, should get out of these wet clothes,” I murmur, grabbing the hem of my shirt and tugging it over my head.
“Fuck me,” Meyer grunts.
“Yes, please.”
We stare at each other for a beat before we move, crashing into each other.
I shudder as his cold, wet clothes press against my heated flesh.
“Wanted you since you moved in,” he groans against my lips.
“Nu-uh,” I mumble.
“Mmhm. These gorgeous curves,” he says, running his hands up my sides and around my back.
His fingers toy with the clasp of my bra. I hold my breath as he unhooks it and tugs it off. The straps slide down my arms, and I pull back, meeting his eyes as the scrap of clothing falls between us.
His eyes drop to my breasts, and he curses.
“Something wrong?” I ask, doubt starting to creep in.
“Fuck, no. Jesus, Jade. You’re perfect.”
“I don’t know about that,” I say, my hands covering my rounded stomach.
“I do. Perfect.”
