Love Thy Neighbor (Friend-Zoned)(42)

He grins against my lips. “So, I guess you could say I missed you too, pretty girl.”

Oh. My. God.

My belly warms. I’m full of feels right now.

I’m on an information overload. I had no idea about any of this. He calls me his obsession and I totally get it. It’s not a creepy thing. I am for him what he is to me. He’s my sexual perfection and nothing else compares. I want him. He wants me. And knowing he missed me as much as I missed him is awesome. I feel like we’re equal. No one has the upper hand here. There’s a mutual trust we share. He didn’t have to share, but he did because he trusts me to keep that information safe. And, by thunder, I will.

My lips still against his, I whisper, “Your kisses give me a lady boner.”

Puffs of his breath mingle with mine as he chuckles. I smile.

This is nice.

Feeling braver after listening to his little story, I step back from him. Running my fingertips down my ribs to my hips, I lightly grip my dress, then push it past my thighs to fall onto the floor. I watch as his eyes trace every curve of my body. Only wearing a little black thong and ankle boots, I take his hand and pull him to stand. “I want to see you tonight. All of you.”

His brow furrows and he opens his mouth to argue but I cut him off with a kiss. I pull back a little and speak, “I’ve already seen you, Ash. I want it. All or nothing.”

Neither of us says a thing for a few moments. I allow his silence but decide to make some form of contact. Knowing I could be making a huge mistake makes my gut clench. Putting on a brave face, I reach for the hem of his t-shirt and grip it. I look up and into his eyes for some form of permission. Wearing a frown, he nods once avoiding my eyes. Relief courses through my veins and I slowly lift his shirt. My heart thumps in anger when the first scar appears just below his bellybutton and it just gets worse with the more I see. They’re all so jagged and angry looking, puffed but faded. I wonder where they came from. Masking my emotions, I lift the shirt over his head and try my hardest to look into his face.

I rest my hands lightly around the base of his neck and clear my throat. He lifts his lowered face to look up at me and I smile my most saucy smile. I whisper, “Let’s get it on.”

His lip tilts up at one corner to form a crooked, sexy smile.

Oh, yeah baby!

It’s on.





Chapter Thirteen

The beginning of an affair





Ghost’s hands roam all over my body, caressing my breasts, stomach and ass. I feel wanted and worshipped. Our mouths connect in a sensual frenzy, licking and nipping, while I struggle with his belt buckle. I growl into his mouth and when the buckle finally comes loose, I pull back and shriek, “Yes!” He chuckles before reconnecting our mouths.

I really like his kisses. They make my hoo-hah quiver with delight.

I make light work of unbuttoning his jeans and as soon as I have access, I slide my hand down his belly and into his jeans, knowing full well he’s going commando. Smiling against his mouth when I reach his cock, I can barely wrap my small hand around its width, but I manage. I slowly stroke him up and down. He gasps, pulls his face away from mine and shouts, “Fuck me!” as he closes his eyes and raises his head heavenward. Using my thumb, I trace the head of his shaft, using his pre-come as lubrication as I stroke him. I feel his shudder as he thrusts up into my hold.

On a groan, he straightens and pulls himself free from my hands. And I pout like a child who had her candy taken away. He redeems himself almost immediately when he lowers my thong to the floor, pushes me to sit on the edge of the conference table, lifts my boot covered foot to his shoulder and lowers his face to swipe his tongue along my wet folds.

I gasp. “Oh, sweet baby Jesus! Don’t stop, Ash!”

And he doesn’t. He eats me like I’m thanksgiving dinner.

My stomach clenches and my eyes roll back in pleasure. The wet warmth of his tongue against me is almost more than I can handle. I find it hard to catch my breath, huffing, puffing and moaning. It’s never been like this with anyone before. He’s eating me like I’m his last meal. I think this is going to be some sort of record. He flattens his tongue and laves my opening, then works his way up to suck my clit into his mouth. He suckles me gently and the tingles start in my middle, making my core contract tight as a bow. I moan long before I yell out, “Holy shit, I’m gonna come!”

Still eating me like he’s getting paid for it, Asher’s groan vibrates against my *.

And that is that, my friends.

Overcome by ecstasy, my legs shake, my core jolts once, twice before fireworks explode behind my eyelids and my * pulsates hard in one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had. Still pulsing, Ghost pushes his tongue in and out of me, and like gasoline to a flame, it fuels a second orgasm.

The gates have opened at bliss central!

If he doesn’t stop this, I’m going to pass out from pleasure overload.

I grip the back of his head with both hands and whimper. He groans and pushes his face deeper into me as my body shakes and I grind against his face, riding it out as I come lighter the second time round.

Moments pass and my hands become lax on Ghost’s head. Smiling in a complete blissful daze, I pet him like a kitten. He gently wipes his mouth on my thigh and stands. And I really can’t help myself, with his chest right in my face I stare wide eyed and wonder what it used to look like.