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“Well fuck me,” she muttered under her breath.
“Thought neighbor boy did that already.”
Jess rolled her eyes. “Stop being juvenile. My crappy landlord fixed the AC.”
She couldn’t stop her gaze from going to the window. Ryan’s blinds were open but not drawn back. A wistful smile formed of its own accord as she recalled the nights with her sexy neighbor.
“It’s about time.”
After a little more catching up and a promise to speed up her visit, Monique had to go. Jess stood in the kitchen, closed her eyes and enjoyed the cool.
Time for a shower and to get on some lounge wear. Jess started up the stairs. The clear view from across the way stopped her. Why did her heart skip a beat at the idea of him being home? It’d been a few nights of sex. Good sex. Great, mind-blowing, toe-curling sex. But still just sex. Though, during that time, they had fun times together completely clothed as well, a fact she couldn’t ignore.
With his wicked sense of humor, and strong ties to his family, Jess knew she could fall hard for him. A firm believer that the way a man treated his mother said a lot on how he’d treat his woman, her heart warmed knowing he was a proud “momma’s boy” in a good way. Being one of two sons, he never missed their weekly family dinner nights unlike his “delinquent” brother, because they are important to her.
Though after seeing the many containers in his fridge after a trip home, she also suspected he went so he didn’t miss out on the free food. His statement about a lack of cooking skills was proven true when he’d brought over burnt cookies as his “official welcome to the neighborhood” offering.
Jess lingered at the door, waiting to catch a glimpse of him. When he walked past her heartbeat spiked, like she was some schoolgirl spying on her secret crush. She quickly waved, and he gave one in return. Bubbles of excitement formed at the sight of him stepping outside and heading toward her place. The tiny white beads on the endless-loop cord pressed into her fingers when she tugged on it to slide the blinds back before she reached for the handle. His sexy swagger sent a rush of desire between her legs. Shit, how in the hell was she getting turned on from watching him walk? The dark green T-shirt stretched across his chest and the front was tucked into the waistband of his well-worn jeans. She giggled at the sight of his feet, only protected by a pair of ugly brown socks.
Of its own accord, her gaze focused on his crotch. When she glanced back up, the smile on his face had gotten wider and that low burn of arousal ignited to a five-alarm fire. But she couldn’t let herself get too caught up. She and Ryan were friends with benefits—the benefits part had been added on as another status upgrade. From their conversations Jess learned he was very much a no strings attached kinda guy. Casual, easy, simply having a good time. And it was an extremely good time. But still just sex.
His hand slipped to her waist and bent to kiss her on the cheek. “Hey, Peaches.”
A sweet, yet intimate move, as if they were a real couple greeting each other after a long day. As quickly as the hopeful, but misplaced thought entered her mind, she dismissed it. She would not let herself fall into the trap of reading more into a situation than was there. Been there, done that. History would not be repeating itself.
“Hey yourself. Wanna come in? I have air so your balls won’t sweat.”
The comment was met with a low laugh before he stepped back and ran his fingers through his hair to shake out some dust. Her mind easily wandered to him shirtless, muscles rippling from the manual labor he did all day. She moved to allow him to cross the threshold and the air changed inside the minute he did. The AC did little for her rising body temperature.
“How was work?” she asked, closing the door behind him. He didn’t move, so sliding past him was required, and with the small space he’d left, her ass brushed against his crotch.
“Hot.”
“I can imagine. Summer should be the off season for construction.” She turned to face him, and found herself pinned between the glass door and her sexy beast of a neighbor. Her mouth went dry in hope she’d get a better kiss than the one on her cheek.
As if reading her mind, he placed his calloused fingers under her chin and tilted her head up and claimed her mouth. His tongue slipped inside and took control, dominating and leading them in the most magnificent way. When he abandoned her mouth and nibbled down her neck, she let out a low moan.
She ran her fingers through his hair, still slightly damp no doubt from sweat, but she didn’t care. A soft sigh escaped her lips when his large hand squeezed her breast through the thin fabric of her gray button down shirt. All rational thought abandoned her as she wrapped a leg around his dusty jean-clad one and worked her hands between their bodies, zeroing in on his zipper.
The low groan he gave encouraged her as she closed her fingers around his thickness and stroked him through his boxer briefs.
“Mmm, Peaches,” he murmured against her heated flesh. He looked down at her, those steel gray eyes reflected the same lust that burned through her. “My intention when I walked over here was to just say hi.”
A nip at his chin. “Hi,” she whispered and gave another stroke to his cock.
His earthy scent surrounded her. Like freshly turned dirt mixed with salt water. Damn, he even made being dirty into something sexy. Touching him through his briefs wasn’t enough, and thanks to the convenient design of men’s underwear, Jess easily met flesh.
Ryan flattened his palms against the glass. His head fell back and his mouth went slack. “Peaches, you keep doing that and I’m liable to mess up your pretty outfit.” The desire changed his voice, giving it a deep, gravelly tenor, which made her shiver.
Jess squeezed harder and ran her thumb across the tip. Precome coated her digit and a wanton urge to suck it clean burned through her. Her heart thudded, and heat pulsated between her legs. The idea she could put the relaxed look on that man’s face—that chiseled-body, Greek god of a man—made her want to take him to completion. Laundry be damned.
“Maybe I should take it off then.” The voice was hers, but the words shocked her. Ryan had tapped into a bolder, take-charge side of that Jess hadn’t known lurked under the surface.
His head snapped down and a sexy lopsided smirk appeared on those magical lips. “I like it on.”
He settled his hands on her hips then swiveled her to face the door. When he tugged her backwards, she was forced to brace against the cool glass and bend at the waist. The fabric of her tea-length peasant skirt glided across her skin as Ryan raised it, moving too slow for her liking.
He gave a firm squeeze to her ass and Jess pushed back into the contact. Those glorious fingers of his traveled between her legs and gave a languid stroke, teasing, yet avoiding the contact she craved most.
