Page 38 of The Neighbor's Son

“You’re being quiet again.” This time, there’s amusement in her voice. “Why’s that?”

I shoot her a brief, ravenous look before turning my attention back on the road. She laughs at my reaction. It’s pretty evident in how my cock strains in my pants how much I want her.

Are we really finally going to have sex?

I’m dying to be completely intimate with her.

As we navigate the streets, I can’t help but think of her other lovers, mainly Derek. She never speaks badly of him, but I don’t think he satisfied her like she truly needed. Could I be better at this than him or others in her past?

I want to be.

I’ll die trying.

Mostly, I’m worried about nutting twelve seconds in. At night, I take my dick in my hand as I think about having sex with her, doing my best to draw out my climax so I don’t end up a two-pump chump.

When we reach the parking spot in front of her unit, I have to force myself to breathe in and out slowly.

This is happening.

Finally.

I hop out and run to her side, pleased she’s learning already and waits for me to open the door for her. She takes my offered hand and climbs out. Once the door is closed, I hang an arm across her shoulders, loving how possessive and right this move feels. She leans into my side. I’m pretty sure she inhales me too.

That gives my confidence a much-needed boost to know I’m not alone in this wicked obsession.

We’re pretty well behaved until we get inside, barely making the time to close the door behind us. Her purse and my keys get tossed away simultaneously. Then it’s tongue on tongue and hands roaming everywhere.

“I’ve been dying to take this off of you all night,” I growl as I shove her sweater down her shoulders, revealing naked skin. “I like seeing these soft, pretty parts of you, babe.”

Her fingers thread into my hair as I stoop to kiss the top of her shoulder. She makes a keening sound when my open-mouthed kisses trail to her neck and then her earlobe.

I love having my mouth on her.

She tastes sinful and heavenly all at once.

Our mouths find each other again until she starts tugging at buttons on my shirt. I stiffen at the realization she’s going to seemenaked. I’m not freaking buff like Derek. Just a regular guy.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, breathless.

“I, uh, nothing.”

Her palms find my face and she pulls away to look at me. “Tell me. You’re in your head about something. What is it?”

I know she prefers directness over having to guess. It’s just embarrassing. But I say it because I know she wants me to.

“I’m not fit, you know, like the guys you’re normally into.”

She blinks at me, confused, as if I’ve lost my mind. “Are you seriously feeling self-conscious about your body right now?”

My cheeks burn hot, and I nod. “Well, yeah.”

Her smile is beautiful as it shines on me. “That makes too of us, honey. I’m literally stuffed into an undergarment meant to keep my gut held in. I’m not looking forward to you seeing all of me.”

“I think you’re hot as fuck,” I rumble, eyes boring into hers. “You have nothing to worry about because I think everything is perfect on you.”

“Likewise. Remember that next time you’re in your head about it.”

Knowing she sees me as desirable and someone worth getting naked with emboldens me. I start flicking through the rest of my buttons so I can shed the shirt. She helps with my undershirt and rips it away. My eyes snap closed when her fingertips ghost over my chest and abs.

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