Life Next Door (Love Not Included Series Book 2) by J. D. Hollyfield Page B
Authors: J. D. Hollyfield
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alongside my chin.
“See, I’ve had a shit week, right? So I finally make it home and the first thing I think about is how my sweet and fierce little neighbor is doing. Been thinkin’ about her all damn week. Like I said, been a shit week. Looking forward to when my job wraps up and I come home, hoping I can get another play at that sweet mouth of hers. Can’t stop thinkin about it.” He pauses to spread a few soft kisses down my chin and along my lips. When he finishes his hot tongue tease, he begins to speak again, his voice super low and dripping with sex.
“So, here I am. Home finally, getting a taste of exactly what I’ve been missin’ all week. Her fake anger and that sexy smart mouth I’ve been cravin’. First thing my neighbor spits out is jealousy of my dog watcher.”
My defense mode automatically goes into overdrive. I am completely ready for battle. Unfortunately, by the time he is done with his sentence, I feel myself choke on my words as they tumble out of my mouth.
“I am NOT jealous of your dog watch— Wait, what?”
“You heard me, Sweetcheeks. Dog watcher. Stacey. She’s my partner’s daughter. Had to take a job that pulled me out of town for a couple of days so I needed someone to take care of Jake while I was gone.”
“Jake?” I ask foolishly.
“Yeah, babe, Jake. My dog. If I knew my sweet and fierce neighbor was so jealous about other women coming in and out of my house, I would have just asked her to watch him,” he finishes and now is actively sucking on my neck. I can’t even respond to this because I’ve lost all power to think or whatever it is people do when they form coherent sentences. The pressure he is using while he glides his tongue up and down my sensitive skin is sending me to a place where words and sentences are a foreign concept. The only sound that leaves my mouth is a moan.
“That’s right, baby. Just what I was thinking.”
My control breaks and I lift my head from the door. My arms, which at some point wrapped themselves around his neck, are now bracing his face as I turn feral and slam my mouth onto his. God, his mouth is like a drug. His lips shoot sparks down my legs and I am pretty sure he can make me climax just by the way he is sucking on my tongue.
“Shit, you taste so sweet,” he says as he pushes my body further into the doorframe.
“It’s not me,” I pant. “It’s the 1989 Pinot Noir. It’s from France.”
He chuckles. “No, baby, it’s your mouth. The same way I remember it. Sweet and giving.” God, if he compliments me one more time, I’m going to cream in my pants (or skirt, in this case). He presses into me again and his crazy hard erection hits right at my clitoral region. I’m not sure if what comes out of my mouth next is a sexy moan or a throaty groan.
“God, you’re sexy, CeCe.”
Okay. Game over.
I thought he was seriously going to kill me with his mouth before, but the second my name slips off his tongue, I am officially done for. I’m going to jump the gun here and say this might be a bad move, but something down below—it’s called my libido—thinks this is going to be the greatest idea since sliced bread. So, of course, my brain shuts off and my body starts doing all the talking.
“Open the door.”
He’s a man, so of course he doesn’t need to be told twice. He wraps his muscular arm around my ass, holding me up while he uses his other to open the door. It swings open and we stumble in. He makes it past the threshold and kicks it shut. Immediately, he turns and presses my body against the cold wood, while never letting go of my mouth. Anyone who can do that is a number-one talent in my book.
He releases my mouth and descends down my chin, grazing his tongue and teeth along my neck. He keeps grinding into me and if he continues on this path, I’m going to hit home before I’m even up to bat. His tongue is doing magical things to me, leaving tingling sensations every place he touches. It’s as if
“See, I’ve had a shit week, right? So I finally make it home and the first thing I think about is how my sweet and fierce little neighbor is doing. Been thinkin’ about her all damn week. Like I said, been a shit week. Looking forward to when my job wraps up and I come home, hoping I can get another play at that sweet mouth of hers. Can’t stop thinkin about it.” He pauses to spread a few soft kisses down my chin and along my lips. When he finishes his hot tongue tease, he begins to speak again, his voice super low and dripping with sex.
“So, here I am. Home finally, getting a taste of exactly what I’ve been missin’ all week. Her fake anger and that sexy smart mouth I’ve been cravin’. First thing my neighbor spits out is jealousy of my dog watcher.”
My defense mode automatically goes into overdrive. I am completely ready for battle. Unfortunately, by the time he is done with his sentence, I feel myself choke on my words as they tumble out of my mouth.
“I am NOT jealous of your dog watch— Wait, what?”
“You heard me, Sweetcheeks. Dog watcher. Stacey. She’s my partner’s daughter. Had to take a job that pulled me out of town for a couple of days so I needed someone to take care of Jake while I was gone.”
“Jake?” I ask foolishly.
“Yeah, babe, Jake. My dog. If I knew my sweet and fierce neighbor was so jealous about other women coming in and out of my house, I would have just asked her to watch him,” he finishes and now is actively sucking on my neck. I can’t even respond to this because I’ve lost all power to think or whatever it is people do when they form coherent sentences. The pressure he is using while he glides his tongue up and down my sensitive skin is sending me to a place where words and sentences are a foreign concept. The only sound that leaves my mouth is a moan.
“That’s right, baby. Just what I was thinking.”
My control breaks and I lift my head from the door. My arms, which at some point wrapped themselves around his neck, are now bracing his face as I turn feral and slam my mouth onto his. God, his mouth is like a drug. His lips shoot sparks down my legs and I am pretty sure he can make me climax just by the way he is sucking on my tongue.
“Shit, you taste so sweet,” he says as he pushes my body further into the doorframe.
“It’s not me,” I pant. “It’s the 1989 Pinot Noir. It’s from France.”
He chuckles. “No, baby, it’s your mouth. The same way I remember it. Sweet and giving.” God, if he compliments me one more time, I’m going to cream in my pants (or skirt, in this case). He presses into me again and his crazy hard erection hits right at my clitoral region. I’m not sure if what comes out of my mouth next is a sexy moan or a throaty groan.
“God, you’re sexy, CeCe.”
Okay. Game over.
I thought he was seriously going to kill me with his mouth before, but the second my name slips off his tongue, I am officially done for. I’m going to jump the gun here and say this might be a bad move, but something down below—it’s called my libido—thinks this is going to be the greatest idea since sliced bread. So, of course, my brain shuts off and my body starts doing all the talking.
“Open the door.”
He’s a man, so of course he doesn’t need to be told twice. He wraps his muscular arm around my ass, holding me up while he uses his other to open the door. It swings open and we stumble in. He makes it past the threshold and kicks it shut. Immediately, he turns and presses my body against the cold wood, while never letting go of my mouth. Anyone who can do that is a number-one talent in my book.
He releases my mouth and descends down my chin, grazing his tongue and teeth along my neck. He keeps grinding into me and if he continues on this path, I’m going to hit home before I’m even up to bat. His tongue is doing magical things to me, leaving tingling sensations every place he touches. It’s as if
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