Page 66 of Love Thy Neighbor

We’ll figure everything else out tomorrow.

Tonight, I want this.

“Say it,” he urges. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m sure.”

Without hesitation, he pushes himself off the bed. I hate losing the warmth of him, but I’m eager to see what comes next.

He holds his hand out to me.

“What?” I ask, looking down at it.

“If I’m getting naked, you are too. Fair is fair.”

I can’t argue with that.

I slip my hand into his, letting him pull me up to a standing position.

We’re only inches apart, but now that I know what it feels like to be wrapped in his arms, it feels like miles.

He reaches out to me, running his finger over the buttons on my top, probably realizing that if he undresses me, all bets are off.

Right now, I want them off, just like I want this shirt off.

I pop the top button loose.

Cooper curses.

And I undo another.

He watches, eyes dilated with lust as I deftly unbutton the rest.

His eyes grow darker at the sight of my shirt hanging open on my shoulders, my bra visible to him for the first time.

“Jesus,” he mutters, reaching out like he can’t help himself, tracing a single finger over the swell of my breasts. “So much fucking lace.”

Then, without warning, he pushes my top down my arms, letting it fall to the floor around us.

He doesn’t stop there, fitting his hands around my waist like they were made to hold me, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my shorts.

His eyes hold mine, waiting for me to interject.

When I don’t, he hooks his fingers into the fabric and pushes the material down my legs like he’s undressed me a thousand times before.

I step out of the shorts, kicking them to the side.

He takes a step back, letting his eyes wander over me with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

This is the most exposed I’ve ever been to him.

I thought I’d be more scared of this part. Too nervous to stand before him like this.

I’m not.

It feels so…right.

Natural.

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