Page 75 of Crave Thy Neighbor

His question surprises me.

“Huh?”

“Was it that pink lacy one?”

“Black. It was black.”

His lips curve upward in a roguish smile. “Do you want to know what I’ve been dying to know?”

With a gulp, I nod. I want to know anything and everything he has to tell me, especially when he’s looking at me like he is.

“If your panties match your bra.”

He shoulders my legs apart farther, then skates his hands up my calves and over my thighs, using one hand to push my shirt out of the way.

His eyes darken with need when he gets his answer.

“I fucking knew it.”

Like he can’t help himself, he leans forward, running the tip of his tongue along my slit over my black lace panties.

It’s enough to make me buck against him.

His laughter vibrates against me, and I let out a whimper. I clamp my hand over my mouth, embarrassed by the desperate sounds leaving me. I’ve never been vocal during sex, so I’m surprised I’m making any noise at all.

He sits back on his haunches, reaching up to remove my hand.

“Don’t ever be embarrassed by the sounds you make. Not with me. Got it?” I nod. “Good. Now, if you want to make good use of this hand, hold your panties while I eat your pussy.”

I suck in a shocked breath.

He’s serious.

He’sveryserious.

With shaky fingers, I slide my hand between my legs and pull my lace underwear to the side, exposing myself to him. I slam my eyes closed, feeling self-conscious being so bare in front of him.

“Oh, no-no,” he whispers. “Open your eyes, Maya. You’re going to watch me.”

Is he intent on making me unable to breathe tonight?

“Open ’em,” he instructs again.

I do, and he lowers his mouth to me, keeping his blue eyes trained on my gray ones the entire time.

He places gentle kisses on the sensitive areas of my inner thighs, and I was right—the feel of his five o’clock shadow is exhilarating as he presses kisses everywhere except where I want him most.

“Nolan.” His name comes out a growl, and his shoulders shake.

“Something the matter, Maya?”

“You know exactly what’s the—”

He flattens his tongue against my clit, and my eyes flutter closed at the connection.

He pulls away, and I know what I did wrong before he even says a word.

I peel my eyes open to see a satisfied smirk on his lips.

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