Page 56 of Tempt Thy Neighbor

Except my door never latches closed behind me.

He’s there.

I can feel him as I stand in front of my dresser, refusing to look up and meet his stare in the mirror.

I have no idea how long we stand there. It feels like hours when in reality I’m sure it’s only seconds.

He reaches out, fingers grazing the small of my back like he can’t help but touch me.

When I don’t move away from his touch, he steps closer, gripping my waist tightly, and Ireallyfeel him then.

He’s hard.

He drags one hand higher and higher until I feel his fingers in my hair, brushing it aside. Out of instinct—or intoxicating desire—I tip my head to the side, exposing my neck to him.

He takes the invitation, dropping his lips to my heated skin.

One soft kiss.

Then two.

A scrape of his teeth. Another kiss.

His grip on my waist tightens with every kiss, with every heavy pant that fills the room.

I sink into him and he groans at the contact.

“Holland…”

His voice is strained, like it’s taking everything he has to hold himself back from tossing me onto the bed and stripping me bare.

But I don’t want him to hold back.

Idon’t want to hold back.

Not tonight.

Before I can talk myself out of it, I spin around and crush my mouth to his, not thinking about what it means.

He lifts me into his arms and sets me on the dresser, mirror bouncing against the wall with the force of his movement, so hard I’m sure it left a dent. His hands crash into my hair, holding me to him as I dip my hands under his shirt, relishing the feel of his abs under my fingertips.

But it’s not enough.

I need more.

I tug at the waistband of those damn sweats he’s always wearing, wanting them off, wanting it all.

He wrenches his mouth from mine, and his normally bright gold gaze is at least two shades deeper as he stares at me with wide eyes, putting some space between us.

“You better make sure you know what you’re doing before this goes too far. Because if I take my pants off, I’m going to fuck you, Holland, and we can’t come back from that.”

He’s right.

We can’t.

And right now, I don’t care.

I haul him back to me and drop my hands to his ass.

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