“In this humidity?”
I slid to the front of my chair.
She stood and I followed her until we were only a few inches apart. I pushed one of the curls away from her face. When she didn’t step back, I got a little braver and grazed my thumb along her cheek. “Maybe I wanted to get to know you. Being the neighborly kind of guy I am.”
“Right,” she whispered, “neighborly is good.”
She swayed forward and I tucked my other thumb into the belt loop of her shorts, tugging her into me the rest of the way. Her hands landed on my chest, her fingertips digging into my pecs. She went on her toes just as I lowered to her and we met in the middle.
Her lips were soft and she tasted of the beer we shared.
I kept the kiss light, even if everything in me wanted to take more.
Soft brushes of lips, breathing her in, until she licked across my bottom lip. I tentatively dipped in for a deeper connection, our tongues learning one another. My fingers tightened at the material around the belt loop until one of those gloriously long legs slid between my thighs.
I cupped her face, turning her until the kiss went wildfire hot. Her hands raced up to my shoulders and her unbound tits pressed into my chest. She smelled of a flower reminding me of the summer I spent in Hawaii and my dick lengthened between us.
I hadn’t intended on going this fast, but I couldn’t get enough of her mouth.
She wrapped her arms around my neck as she went on tiptoe and slanted her mouth against mine as if she was just as starved.
Finally, she pulled back, her mouth swollen in the flickering light. We were both breathing hard, not letting go.
“I need to go,” she whispered.
I nodded.
Her gaze lowered to my mouth, then up to meet my gaze, then she took a step back.
I was still gripping her shorts, tempted to haul her back into my arms.
“Cash.”
I let go. “Good night, Parker.”
“Night. Thanks for the beer and the...”
“Hot, sleep destroying kiss?”
She laughed and patted my chest. “You need your rest. You’re starting on my office tomorrow. And whatever Sully has in store for you.” The bottle green of her eyes shone in the dim candle flame. “See you tomorrow.”
“Right, tomorrow.” I fisted my hands into my pockets so I wouldn’t reach for her again.
She quickly collapsed her chair. “Oh, and while I’m at work there won’t be any of this.”
“Sure about that?”
“Yes.” Her chin lifted. “On that, I won’t compromise.”
“Got it.”
She backed down my driveway then turned on her heel to hurry across the street. Those denim shorts were just as impressive in the rearview.
When she got to the door, she turned back to me with a wave.
Man, I was so screwed.
Chapter 8
