Inside, she grabs two bottles of water. When she hands one to me, I nod my thanks, ignoring the electric current zipping up my arm as our fingers brush.
“Thanks for the help,” she says, leaning against the counter.
I take a long swig. Throat working as I swallow, I force myself to look away from the bead of sweat leisurely making its way down her cleavage just before disappearing below the line of her top.
“No problem.” I clear my throat and flash her a crooked grin. “That’s what neighbors are for, right?”
“I guess so.” She starts fidgeting with the label on her water bottle. “Look, about what happened?—”
“Don’t worry about it,” I cut in, waving a dismissive hand. “We both agreed it was just a one-time thing, right?”
She nods. “Right.”
But as soon as the words fall from my lips, I know I’m just spouting bullshit.
My gaze takes in her tiny shorts, tight as shit tank top and her gorgeous face flushed from the heat, and something inside me snaps. Two strides, and I’m invading her space.
Loving the thrill it gives me to see her eyes pop wide in surprise, I drop my voice into a low rumble and lean in. “Actually…”
She swallows hard, throat working as she shifts her stance to lean against the counter. “Jax?—”
I can’t help myself. Reaching out, I brush a damp strand of hair away from her face, trailing my fingers down her cheek.
Just as soft as I remember.
“You know what I do think about?” I move in even closer—close enough our bodies are a hairsbreadth apart.
Her breath hitches. “What?”
I don’t know why I’m all up in her proximity right now, but I just can’t fucking help myself. There are things I didn’t get the chance to do to her before that I’m itching to do now—like tear those goddamn, sexy as shit, raggedy-ass jean shorts down her legs and shove my face in her pussy, and make her come all over my tongue.
“About you and me in the alley. How you came all over my dick. I think about it all the time.”
The urge to touch her, taste her, feel her skin against mine again is overwhelming. But I brace my hands against the cabinet on either side of her head instead.
She doesn’t push me away like I expect her to. So when her tongue darts out to wet her lips, that’s all the invitation I need.
Slowly, I lean in, giving her a chance to stop me. But she doesn’t. When my lips finally meet hers, it stokes a fire in my veins. The kiss starts out soft and tentative, but quickly turns hungry, desperate.
And I can’t get enough.
Capturing her full bottom lip between mine, I suck gently until she makes this little moan deep in her throat, and it nearly does me in.
Her lips part and I deepen the kiss, languidly sliding my tongue against hers. She tastes sweet, like sex and heat.
Then her hands find their way to my chest, fingers splayingacross my skin. For a second I think she’s going to push me away, but she only grips my shoulders and pulls me closer.
I press her against the counter, sliding one hand around her waist while the other cups her face. God, she feels amazing.
When we finally break apart, we’re both breathing hard. Her lips are swollen, eyes dark with desire, and I want nothing more than to carry her over to the couch and finish what we started.
“This is a bad idea,” she whispers, hands clenching my shoulders.
“Probably,” I agree, running my thumb across her bottom lip. “But I don’t really give a fuck.”
Her laugh is a breathy sound that shoots straight to my cock. “We agreed?—”
“I know what we agreed,” I growl, cutting her off. “But I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. I tried. In those first couple of months after you left, no other woman even came close to how amazing it felt being inside you. Now you’re here. Moving in next door.”
