The Promise (Neighbor from Hell, #10)(38)

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He was definitely going to hell, but as Joey wrapped her legs around him and released a little whimper when she realized just how badly he wanted her, he realized that he didn’t fucking care. The only thing he cared about was the small woman that he had pinned up against the wall that was releasing the sweetest fucking moans that he’d ever heard.

She was so fucking soft, he thought as he ran his hands over her thighs, so smooth, and so fucking sweet, he thought as he kissed her. Needing more, he ran his hands over her thighs, pushing her shirt out of the way so that he could run his hands over her hips and slide them down the back of her panties so that he could finally get his hands on the generous ass that he’d been obsessed with for the past three days.

So fucking soft, he thought as he cupped her ass and used his hold to pull her tightly against him. The needy little whimper that she made had him carrying her toward his bedroom. When she threaded her fingers through his hair and used her hold so that she could tilt his head back and suck on his tongue, he thought he’d lose his fucking mind.

She was a demanding little thing, he thought, growling in approval as he leaned over to place her on the bed, sliding his hands up to the waist of her panties and pulled them down as she continued driving him out of his fucking mind. Unable to stop kissing her, he awkwardly reached down and pulled off his shoes and socks, tossing them aside before he wrapped his arm around her and joined her on the bed.

When he reached the pillows, he rolled over onto his back so that she was lying on top of him. As she adjusted herself over him so that she was straddling him, he ran his hands over her thighs and cupped her bare hips. When she pulled back, he moved to follow her only to find himself pushed back on the bed as she sat back on his lap, tearing a groan from him as her ass rubbed the underside of his straining cock.

“So, I have a few follow up questions,” the woman that was driving him out of his fucking mind said.

“Of course, you do,” he groaned, his lips twitching despite the fact that he’d seriously fucked up, but as he laid there, running his hands over her bare hips and back down her thighs, he found it difficult to care.

“Now, by ‘You’ did you mean that you were having homicidal fantasies and just trying to decide how to dispose of my body?” she asked and if she hadn’t followed that with a soft moan that had his balls pulling up tight as she shifted on his lap he would have assumed that she was completely fucking oblivious.

“No, I already figured that out years ago,” he said as he ran his hands back over her hips.

“Are you planning on luring me into a false sense of security before you set your trap and finally get your revenge?” she asked on a shaky moan as she placed her hands on his arms while he gently caressed her legs.

“No,” he said, shaking his head as he watched his hands slide back up her thighs and disappear beneath her tee shirt because revenge was the last thing on his mind.

“I see,” she murmured softly as she released her hold on him to grab the hem of her tee shirt.

“Are you sure?” he asked only to groan when she pulled her shirt off and tossed it aside.

“Mmmhmm,” she murmured as he laid there, trying to remember how to breathe as he took in the large lightly tanned breasts tipped with hard pink nipples, the soft curve of her stomach, and the soft thatch of dark curls between her legs, but it was that small Celtic tattoo around her navel that had his attention.

“Good,” he said absently as he cupped her hips so that he could trace that incredibly sexy tattoo with his thumb before he ran his thumb down her stomach so that he could trace her slit.

For a moment, he was simply content lying there, running the pad of his thumb gently over her slit, noting just wet she was and just how soft her pussy was as she shifted on his lap, lightly grinding down against his trapped cock. Licking his lips, he ran his gaze back up, taking in the way her breasts lightly bounced, the way her nipples strained and found her watching him with a curious frown.

“What’s wrong?” he asked as he sat up so that he could wrap his arms around her simply because he needed to touch her, something that he wasn’t going to look too deeply into right now.

“You know this can’t go anywhere, right?” Joey asked as she reached between them and began toying with his tie.

Sighing, he leaned in and kissed her, “I know.”

Nodding, she said, “My life is back in Pennsylvania.”

“And my life is here,” he murmured in agreement as he pushed her hair back so that he could press a kiss against her shoulder.

“And I’m pretty sure that we’d end up killing each other sooner or later,” she pointed out as she brushed her lips teasingly against his, playfully nipping his bottom lip and making it really hard to focus on anything other than rolling her over onto her back and finding out just how tight she was.

“That went without saying.”

“True,” she whispered in agreement only to gasp when he slid his hands back over her bare bottom and moved her against him. “And then there’s Jackson,” she said with a heavy sigh.

“And then there’s Jackson,” he agreed, matching her sigh with one of his own even as he pulled her closer.

“Which is why I think we should keep this between us,” Joey said only to drop her head back with a moan when he kissed her neck. As he gave her generous ass a squeeze that had her moving against him even as he couldn’t help but wonder if she understood what she was suggesting.