Page 23 of Enemy Daddy Next Door

As his lips continue to caress mine, I slide my hands around his back, cupping his shoulder blades. I swear, he moans when I touch him. I feel the vibrations in my lips.

I don’t have a lot of experience in this department. But Hunter does and I can tell. He finesses his tongue into my mouth with both gentleness and insistence. I can feel his want just through his kiss.

Not to mention how one of his hands cups the back of my head while the other slides lower and lower down my back until he’s dangerously close to my backside. A part of me is terrified that he can sense my inexperience and it will somehow turn him off, disgust him from being entangled with me like this. The other part of me wants more, more, more.

“Touch me,” I whisper raggedly against his lips, grabbing tightly to the collar of his T-shirt. “Please.”

And as if he can read my mind, that hand that has strayed lower and lower now grips at my ass, pulling me close to him, almost into his lap. The pool water sloshes as he pulls his legs out of the pool so there are no boundaries between us. The water seeps into my clothes, but I don’t care. I don’t care what kind of mess we make.

He kisses me. Hard. Ferocious. But not painful. I can feel his need reverberating through his body and into mine, like we’re syncing together more than before. I slide my hand down his chest lower and lower, feeling his rock hard abs. What would happen if I reached under the hem of his shirt and felt them for real?

What has gotten into me? Would I let him if he asked? Even if I never have…?

Sex shouldn’t be as mystical and far off as it feels, but it is. I’ve never had the confidence to just “get it over with” as so many women I know have done. I want it to mean something. I’m not waiting for marriage or anything like that, but I want it to be with someone who will cherish the moment just as much as I will.

I can’t believe I’m considering that Hunter might be that man.

The kiss ebbs, much to my chagrin. Hunter’s fingers trail against my temple, tucking some hair behind my ear. “Amy, your lips are…”

“What? What’s wrong with them?”

He chuckles, wide, gleaming smile. “Nothing wrong. They…they taste so good.” Hunter has a deep voice, and yet somehow it’s deeper than it’s ever been. Rumbling in his belly like a tumbler polishing rocks into gemstones.

I throw myself back into the kiss so hard, Hunter gets knocked back to the ground, absorbing my energy into his chest. His beard hair rubs at my skin, and I relish the rawness.

“Amy –” he says breathlessly, but I don’t give him a chance to finish.

I’m insatiable. All of the moments Hunter has annoyed me have built up to this. Maybe Jordan was right. A part of this frustration might have been sexual.

Hunter pulls his lips from mine and tucks them up against my earlobe. I feel the slight brush of warm saliva. “Not here…”

Oh, god. He’s talking about…sex. This is all moving a little too fast for me. Okay, a lot too fast. But now I’m here in his arms, his hands dangerously close to creeping under my dress to feel my bare thighs and ass and I can feel a sneaking, telltale swell in his crotch, pressed against my pelvis.

“Let me take you…” He drags his lips from my ear to my neck and begins to kiss it nourishingly. “Somewhere more…”

Vibration. Between us. Not metaphorical. Literal. He stops speaking when he feels it.

Bzz-bzz…bzz-bzz.

It stops. I resituate myself on his chest and frown at him.

Hunter catches his breath, eyes glued in mine. His expression is…guilty.

Bzz-bzz.

“What’s that?”

Bzz-bzz.

“My phone,” he answers. “I just have to –“ His hand moves toward his hip.

I recoil from my place on his chest, returning to sit up at the pool’s edge. “Oh, right, yeah. Sure.”

Nothing to spoil a moment like a phone buzzing. Or maybe more than that, nothing spoils a moment like a man who feels compelled to check his phone. Am I not entertaining him enough? Would he rather be anywhere else but here?

I watch Hunter’s brow furrow as he looks at the texts on his phone. “Give me a minute,” he says softly and then gets to his feet.

“Where are you going?” I ask before he can get more than a few steps away. If he leaves now I might lose my nerve before he returns.

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