Officer Next Door (11 page)

Now, a gut feeling told her exactly what she should do now. After all, she knew he was a worrier – knew he was probably sitting there in agony, his hard cock pressing against his jeans in what looked like painful confinement, worrying that she didn’t want him to make a serious move, for some reason. As if she wasn’t dying to touch him, too.

She went with her gut feeling and kissed him, abandoning her half-eaten pizza slice before leaning across the cushion to press her lips to his. It was a brazen move, but it was hard not to feel completely confident when he was sitting there with an obvious hard-on that conjured up thoughts of Sasha’s flippant ‘cucumber country’ remarks.

Something fell to the floor with a muted
splat
– his pizza slice, presumably. It was quickly forgotten.

He tasted like pineapple and tangy sauce, and he felt like heaven – his lips hot against hers, alternatingly firm and soft as he responded with alacrity, taking control of the kiss before she could so much as exhale. Before she knew it he’d settled his hands on her hips and was pulling her into his lap like she weighed nothing – like he’d practiced the move in his mind a hundred times over already.

Maybe he had. God knew she’d fantasized about him more times than she could count. The reality was even better than she’d imagined: he held onto her like he’d never let go, and kissed her like he’d been waiting for this moment for an eternity. Their tongues tangled together as she straddled his thighs, melting against the front of his body.

His chest was hard, and his cock even harder. She could feel it through his jeans, through her shorts. Shifting against it, she let her body rub against the shaft. There – let
that
show him that she had no objections to this, to all the things she’d been dreaming about since the first time she’d laid eyes on him.

Though she’d been lusting for him ever since she’d caught her first accidental peek at his morning shower routine, recent events had been like fuel to her fire: there was nothing like fearing for his life to destroy any shyness she’d felt before.

She wanted to have him safe and to herself, wanted to feel his touch drive away all the things that had left her chilled, proving that her senses could still be trusted. Most of all, she wanted him for who he was: the neighbor who’d lend her a cup of sugar and repair her window, who’d sleep on the couch just to keep her comfortable and safe.

All those wishes were fulfilled as he wrapped his arms around her, crushing her so close against his body that she could feel his heart beat. It was the most exhilarating thing she could ever remember experiencing: the percussion of his perfect body so close against hers, his vital signs radiating into her. She ran her hands through his short hair – or tried to, anyway – as he buried a hand in hers, seizing a fistful of her locks as he kissed her even more deeply.

She never wanted it to end. Or rather, she did, but only so that they could take things even farther – so that she could see his tattoo in person, run her hands over it before wrapping them around the hardness that pressed against her belly now.

When they finally pulled apart, breathing deeply as their lips were separated, there was no telling how much time had passed. It might’ve been minutes, or an entire hour – all she knew was that she was so ready for more, it hurt. Her panties were damp, and not because of her recent shower. It was all she could do to keep from grinding against Liam then and there, clothing be damned.

When she laid a hand in his lap, letting her fingers drift over the stiff rod of his erection, an electric thrill raced through her.

He groaned. “Alicia, don’t touch me like that unless you mean it.”

A sliver of amusement arrowed through her, not half as potent as the thrill of hearing him moan like that. “Is there really any doubt in your mind that I mean it?” She ran the pad of her thumb down his shaft, tracing the shape through his jeans. His heat radiated through the denim, warming her fingertips.

“Just making sure,” he said and met her eyes. “I meant it when I said you could have my bed and I’d sleep down here – having you stay here tonight was never about this.”

A note of hardness entered his voice, and his gaze sharpened. Half a moment later, his voice was deeper, less controlled. “Though I’d be lying if I said a part of me hadn’t hoped…”

He raked his gaze down the front of her body, and though she was fully dressed, she felt naked.

It was more than a good feeling – it was bliss. Everything inside her drew up tight, and she knew the climax she’d pushed herself to in his shower meant nothing.

“I know you meant it,” she said, “but I don’t want to sleep in your bed alone. Okay?” She rubbed the hard length of his cock again, impatient to feel him skin-to-skin. The idea of sleeping by herself sent a slight chill creeping down her spine, but it couldn’t touch the heat he’d filled her with.

“You’re killing me,” he said. “I’m not going to wake up in the morning and realize that all this – you moving here and everything – was a dream, am I?”

She couldn’t help but smile. “I hope not, because if that’s the case, I’ll be waking up extremely disappointed back in DC.”

His hands brushed hers as he let go of her just long enough to undo his jeans button and zipper. His cock rose free and bare – he wasn’t wearing underwear.

A full-body blush swept over her, and she stared – unable to help it, unable to control her body’s natural reaction. Maybe it was ridiculous, given the way she’d come onto him, but he’d shocked her.

And oh, what a shock it was – nothing she hadn’t seen before, but the stuff of fantasy nonetheless. Fingers trembling a little, she reached out to finally touch him.

His skin was hot as summer, velvet-smooth and stretched taut over his hardness. Letting her fingertips drift over the rounded head and pronounced ridge, she traced the full length of his shaft before gripping him, forming a fist around all that thickness.

This time, the frisson that hit her had nothing to do with cold or fear.

“Alicia…” He moaned again, and her head filled with visions of him stepping into the shower, hard as stone, and climbing out, a little softer. She pumped her hand up and down his dick, wondering if he’d done the same, behind the shower curtain. If so, had he thought of her like she’d thought of him just twenty minutes ago?

He was good – and fast – with his hands. He undid her shorts’ button and zipper with lightning speed and precision, and she was surprised when she looked down and saw that he hadn’t actually ripped them.

The fact had barely registered by the time he touched her, fingertips skimming over her panties, setting everything inside her on fire. When he slipped a thumb beneath the narrow waistband of her bikini underwear, she felt more wired than she had on the mornings she’d sat drinking cup after cup of coffee, watching him naked in all his glory.

“You’re so hot,” he said as he let his fingers drift over her slick skin, touching heat even she could feel radiating from her body. “And wet. Damn, I’ve been waiting for this for so long.”

His confession leant a sharper edge to her pleasure. “You have?”

He teased her pussy, so close to pressing a finger inside her that she could barely breathe.

 “Yeah. I know you’ve only been living here for a month, but it’s been the most torturous month of my life. There’s something I should probably tell you – I hope you won’t judge me too harshly.”

Judge him? She was about to die if he kept teasing her and didn’t deliver, but that was it. “What is it?”

“You should really invest in a set of bedroom curtains. Or not – it’s up to you. Just know that when you’re getting undressed at night, I can see your naked silhouette against the blinds.”

That
drew her up short, knocking what little air she’d managed to inhale right out of her lungs. He’d been watching her?

He slipped a finger inside her, and she almost lost it.

The guilt she’d harbored over watching him had left her, and in its place was a pleasure so profound she almost couldn’t imagine it getting any better.
Almost
. Looking down, she saw his hard cock and quickly changed her mind.

“You’re not mad, are you?” he asked, running a finger slowly up her inner wall, then back down. “I know I should have told you sooner.”

“Mad?” Her simple reply came out in a rush of breath, and her head spun. “No.”

She never got the chance to confess her own voyeurism. He kissed her first, simultaneously slipping a second finger inside her, and she forgot all about everything besides what they were doing in that very moment.

“Good,” he said when their mouths slipped apart. “And if it’s any consolation, I was punished with a lot of sleepless nights.”

She laughed – or at least, she tried. The motion sent his fingers slipping even deeper inside her, creating breathtaking friction. That was it – she wanted, needed more. Moving her hand up and down his shaft, she teased him right back.

He withdrew his fingers from inside her, slowly and deliberately, drawing out every last moment of contact until she could hardly stand it anymore. When he was no longer inside her, she remembered that she was still technically dressed.

Apparently, he had just as much of a problem with that as she did. As she began to peel her clothing off, he helped – took over, really, his hands gliding all over her body, exploring every inch of skin they exposed. When she was finally naked he pulled her back into his lap. His cock stood tall enough to brush against her pussy, sending renewed desire roaring through her.

“What about you?” she asked, slipping her hands beneath the hem of his t-shirt and pressing them against his torso, exploring the ridges she found there. It felt so good to touch him, finally feeling everything she’d seen but never laid hands on before.

“What about me?” Now that she was undressed, his gaze and his hands alike were riveted to her body. He cupped her breasts, smoothed his hands over her hips, touched her everywhere he looked, then did it all over again.

In answer, she pushed his shirt up, exposing the hard surface of his torso. For the first time, she could see his tattoo up close – it was a running wolf, inked dark and bold down his left side. It had to have hurt, but it looked good. Bold and rugged, stylized and positioned so that it fit his body. She’d never seen such a sexy tattoo before. Tracing its borders, she tore her gaze away from the ink and met his eyes.

He seemed to take the hint. He removed his hands from her body for long enough to pull his shirt over his head, anyway.

She sucked in a sharp breath as she took in the broad span of his bare shoulders, and everything below.

He looked even more perfect up close than he had from a distance, and she found herself frozen in place, spellbound by the sight of him. When he resumed running his hands over her body, she reluctantly climbed out of his lap and settled beside him on the couch so that he’d be able to take his jeans off, too.

When he was naked, there was only one last thing to worry about – contraception. She was on the pill, but better safe than sorry anyway. She was just about to ask him whether he had anything on hand when he pressed his lips to hers, capturing her with another kiss. This time, he leaned over her, crushing his naked body against hers as she sank against the couch cushions, on her back.

His stiff cock brushed the inside of her thigh, and a thrill like she’d never felt before raced through her. He didn’t take it any farther, though – didn’t give her a reason to worry. Instead, he slipped lower rather than higher, trailing his lips over her neck, letting his breath rush across her collarbone. When he closed his lips around one of her nipples, she saw stars.

Literally – she’d squeezed her eyes shut, and little pinpoints of light erupted against them, optical illusions that matched the explosive pleasure his touch brought, the thrill of being caught between his hard body and the couch.

He didn’t stop there, either. After driving her half-crazy by teasing both her nipples, he went lower, pressing his lips against her belly and hips, his open mouth against her pussy.

She was close to coming the moment she felt the delicate grind of his tongue against her clit. Opening her eyes, she took in the sight of him kneeling between her thighs and that was it – she was there, on the edge.

Her hips bucked – of their own accord, apparently – but he held them steady and didn’t stop. Bliss enveloped her, white hot, and the room swam around her as she closed her eyes again, focusing on the intensity of her climax, so much more satisfying than the one she’d had in the shower.

Not satisfying enough, though. When it was over, she still wanted more. His hard cock drew her eye, and she knew nothing else would suffice.

He gathered her up and pulled her so close that his lips brushed her neck. “What was that you were saying while you were coming – my name?” His voice was rougher than before – lower.

She blushed, felt the heat of it creeping over her cheeks and chest, radiating out into the tips of her fingers and toes. Maybe she
had
said his name – she could barely remember, the pleasure had been so all-consuming.

His erection was pressing against her bare flesh again, teasing her as he pulled her back into his lap.

“Do you…” She looked him in the eye, unsure of how much longer she could stand not having him inside her. “Do you have any protection? I didn’t bring anything.”