Possessive Neighbor

“Okay, pretty girl.” My grin turns into a smirk when she growls at me. “I like you like this”—I pump my hips sharply—“growly and in need of me.”

She leans forward and bites my lip, tugging until I follow her.

Girl's got bite.

Hope

I was on the edge of something terrific when he stopped moving. Now I feel irrationally angry at him.

“Reed.” I hiss his name again. His sexy smirk shines bright as he observes me. I can’t tell if he enjoys teasing me or likes when I bite him.

Spinning away, Reed walks the few steps to the couch and sits down, causing his hardness to push deeper, and my insides quiver for more.

“You want this, pretty girl?” He stretches his arms out across the back of the sofa. “Take all you want from me.”

Stunned, I have no idea what to do.

My body does, though.

I close my eyes as he leans his head back, and my hips rock back and forth slowly. I can feel my body chasing the high that bombarded me last night. The intense feelings I never knew existed, and now I’m addicted to them. I want that again. Over and over until I can no longer move.

Reed has awakened something carnal inside of me, and now I’m hooked. “Reed,” I whine, not sure what it will take to get where I’m trying to go.

“Yeah, pretty girl?” I love when he calls me that. “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I whisper, and his hands are on my hips, helping me to find my stride.

It feels like hours, but I’m sure it's only seconds before my body explodes in bright lights. Pleasure rolls through every muscle of my body, and I’m left a ragged mess against his chest.

I can feel the exact second when Reed’s overtaken with

his own lust, and I begin kissing along his pecs. Licking across his flesh, nipping at his collarbone. Doing all the things he does to me, and I feel a sense of power as his hands tighten, and he pulls me as far down on his lap as he can before releasing inside me.

Panting and languid, I don’t want to move.

“You were supposed to get baby furniture, weren’t you?” I feel the rumble of his words in his chest. I nod. “Let’s do that today.”

At his suggestion, I sit up to meet his eyes. “You want to do that?”

“I do. I also think it’s time for you to start thinking of you and me as us instead of two single people.” My eyes drop at his accuracy. “I don’t know what you’re afraid of, but I’m not going anywhere, and just as soon as you’re comfortable, I’ll be claiming her”—he places one hand across my stomach—“as mine too.”

The inflections in his tone speak of two different emotions, but I’m not sure what they are, so I give him my fears in the hope that he understands. “Every time my life has been going exactly how I want it to, something dreadful happens.”

Lifting my chin with a finger, I’m forced to meet his stare again. “Leslie and Miles?” My chin wobbles. “You’re afraid I’m going to leave or get hurt?” Tears pool in my gaze.

“Your job”—his jaw locks, and his eyes narrow—“it opens you to more danger than the average person.”

“Hope,” he brushes a hand down his face. “I thought we talked about this already.”

“We did,” I rush to say. “And I would never ask you to choose between me or your passion for the job. I’m just asking for some time to work through my insecurities.”

He nods, and his face relaxes. “But you want this? Us? Right? Because I’m telling you now, I already fucking love you both, and I won’t let either of you go. Not while there’s breath in my body.”

“You…you love me?” I shed tears for an entirely different reason now.

“From the second you smiled at me, Hope, you’ve been mine.” The softening of his eyes and the gentle way he holds me help break away some of my fears.

“I want to say it back,” I tell him.