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What’s the point in living if I don’t try to feel again?
His eyes inch down and land on my lips. Dear lord, those lips are going to touch me! It’s like I won the lottery.
“I’m going to kiss you, Pumpkin, so if you changed your mind and just want me to be a proper neighbor, you better tell me now.” He says.
My mouth parts. No words escape, but my heart almost does because it’s thumping so fast. I swear it’s sprouted wings and is trying to fly to him.
He reaches out and gently cups my cheek. His palm is smooth, but his fingers feel hard and rough.
“Tell me.”
He’s asking, waiting. Andrew never did that. Never.
All my fears and pain rush away like morning mist evaporating under the warm embrace of the rising sun.
“You… can be a naughty neighbor, Julian, as long as you’re still the good guy,” I whisper. He’s so close I see all the different shades of silver in his eyes and some tiny sky-blue flecks.
“Be careful, Pumpkin,” His voice is filled with desire. “You just gave permission, and you have no idea how naughty I can be.” Then his lips press hungrily against mine.
Some first kisses are timid; most are terrible.
Not Julian’s.
He owns me. Sign, seal, and deliver.
His lips glide and claim, pushing against mine, coaxing them to part as he slips his tongue gently inside. When it brushes against mine, I moan. I can feel his lips grinning over mine in a warm embrace; I don’t even have time to stress-think over how I’m kissing him back because this feels so…right.
His tongue dances with mine like a wolf weaving through the forest. I drop my bag, and it hits the floor with a deep thud, sounding more like it’s filled with bricks than necessities.
My hands grip his shoulders, feeling the firmness beneath my fingers. I push up on the very tips of my toes—seriously, even a ballerina would be impressed—seeking closer proximity. The effort sends a thrilling jolt through me. My mind didn’t halt, and it didn’t send a flood of memories rushing through me like it did the last time I was with a man.
As I run my fingertips through his short, silky hair, its softness contrasts with the tense muscles of his shoulders. Each stroke sends a cascade of emotions through me, a blend of longing and tenderness.
Who the hell am I?
Who is Julian, and what planet is he from, to make my mind forget and my body bend to his will?
His left-hand snakes out, grabbing my ass as he steers my hips into his.
“Tell me to stop, Pumpkin.” He mutters in a deep voice filled with craving.
I feel his arousal pushing against my core. “Is this a dream?” I blurt out as I gasp for a breath. The loss of his lips feels like a sin, so I push up on my toes again and continue to kiss him.
“If it were a dream, I wouldn’t advise you to stop me.” He pulls away and presses his forehead against mine. Our labored breaths sync.
“I didn’t tell you to stop.” I joke.
He exhales a satisfying sound, “I didn’t want to, but I’m the good guy who doesn’t want you to be late on your first day.”
He steps back as my eyes widen. I glance at my watch. Shit, I’ve got to go! I can’t miss that bus. The last thing I want to do is get an Uber; with my luck, I’ll have the same driver who thinks I have crabs!
That’s the problem with chemistry as strong as fireworks; it’s captivating. It stops time, then speeds it back up.
My fingers curl in. I want to reach forward and grab him. I don’t want to go, screw the job, I'll just screw him!
My face must reveal everything because he shakes his head naughtily. His tongue slowly glides over his bottom lip.
"Don't worry, Pumpkin. Nice guys don't always finish last. I'm patient, and you're more than worth the wait."
