Love Next Door (Lakeside 1)

A slow grin forms, and she kicks her panties off and steps back into me. Her palms land on my chest, fingertips tickling my skin as they glide down and brush gently along the length of me. My erection kicks, and her smile widens, fingers wrapping around me.

I let my gaze drop as she strokes slowly, thumb sweeping over the ridge to the head and then back down again. “I think we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, Van.”

I nod my agreement and pull the shower curtain back. We step in together, still touching, still exploring each other’s bodies. We soap each other up, teasing and taunting, fingers dipping and skipping over sensitive parts as the bathroom fills with steam and we warm ourselves with body heat and sensual touches.

When the water starts to cool, I turn off the shower and we dry each other off, kissing paths along erogenous zones, seeing who can elicit the deepest groan or the loudest sigh. We’re kissing our way across the living room, still naked, bumping into furniture along the way and laughing into each other’s mouths, when I nearly trip backward over the coffee table. We finally make it to my bedroom.

I’m glad I took the time to make my bed this morning and put the laundry in a basket. It’s a small space, just enough room for a bed and a dresser, but it doesn’t need to be more.

I sit down on the mattress and pull her between my thighs. Her breasts are right in my face, begging for attention, so I latch onto her nipple. Dillion arches and slides her fingers into my hair on a low moan. The other hand drops to my thigh, fingertips ghosting higher until they graze my shaft.

When she makes a move to wrap her hand around me, I disengage from her nipple and lift my head enough so I can meet her slightly disgruntled, confused gaze. That bewilderment grows even more when I shake my head. At least until I say, “I’m already too jacked up; I don’t need the extra attention right now.”

Her eyes flare. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh.” I flick her nipple with my tongue. “Don’t make me regret telling you that.”

She’s about to reply when I latch on again and suck. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and her eyes roll up.

Everything about Dillion seems to be a contradiction. She’s intense, harsh, and hard. She’s soft, sweet, and saucy. And I have a feeling she’s a bit of an adventure in the bedroom.

I wrap my hands around her waist and edge a knee between her thighs. “Open for me, please.”

And she does. Immediately. Without question. I slide both knees between her legs and set her on my thighs, but far back, so her ass is resting on my knees.

“Hook your legs around mine,” I tell her.

She gives me a questioning look but complies, probably wondering what the hell I’m doing. Even I’m wondering that. I don’t know her that well, not really, but I feel like I do, as if I’ve known her my entire life.

Regardless, we’re here and naked, and she’s made it very clear she wants the same thing as I do—connection and orgasms.

I’ve missed this feeling. The one where I get to share power with someone else. To give and take. And know that when she comes, it will be because she trusts me enough to let go, even if we haven’t spent that much time together without biting each other’s heads off or pushing buttons just to get a reaction.

When her feet are hooked around the backs of my calves, I spread my legs, opening her wider. She jolts with the sudden movement, and her fingernails dig into the back of my neck until she steadies again.

I cover her knees with my palms. “Okay?”

She arches a brow. “I guess it depends on what you’re planning to do now.”

I slide my hands up the inside of her thighs, stopping when I reach the apex, and grin. “Make you feel good.”

“Have at it, then.” Her own smile is mischievous.

I brush along either side of her sex with my thumbs, but I keep my gaze locked on hers, at least until Dillion’s eyes flutter closed. Then I look down, drinking in the sight of her spread wide open for me. I tease her until her toes dig into the backs of my calves and bring her to climax with my fingers, spurred on by her low murmurs of encouragement.

Her entire body goes still and rigid for a moment, a low groan bubbling up and spilling free as her hips jerk with her orgasm.

When she goes boneless, I slide back on the mattress, taking her with me as I stretch out along the comforter. Dillion straddles my hips and settles over my erection, hot and wet and right damn well there. Our mouths connect, and we swallow each other’s desperate sounds. I slap blindly on the nightstand table, find the drawer, and pull it open.