Thank fuck she brought me whiskey. I’m sure she intended on me sipping it, but I slam it back, then I take the glass she brought herself and down that, too.
“Oh. Okay. Yeah, I didn’t even want that,” she says, playfully nudging my shoulder.
Oh, my God, that smell again.
“Did you change shampoos?” I ask her.
Her eyebrows rise in surprise. She just showered so she’s not wearing any make-up, but I like her natural look. “Yeah. I can’t believe you noticed that,” she remarks, casually. “My sister and I went and got our hair done when I visited for Thanksgiving and I got this new shampoo to try. Like it?”
“Not really.”
“Oh. Sorry? Next time you’re going to break into my apartment, give me a little extra notice and I’ll make sure to use a different kind.”
“No.” It’s out before I can stop it, and I’m shaking my head, looking over at her. God, she’s close. “No, keep using this one.”
Shooting me a funny look, she asks, “The one you don’t like?”
I nod, wishing she would’ve brought more whiskey. I need more whiskey. The arousal isn’t going away. She smells like Mia, she’d definitely look enough like her from behind, and right now my cock is trying to convince me I could make an exception to my “don’t fuck the neighbors” rule.
“Okay,” she says slowly, her blue eyes narrow on me. “Are you all right?”
I hand her my glass. “More whiskey.”
My cock surges to life again when she obeys without question.
Jesus Christ, I need to leave this apartment. That is not Mia, and regardless of what my libido is trying to tell me right now, it’s not okay to use the nice neighbor girl as a surrogate just because she smells like her and obediently fetches me a drink when I tell her to.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
Like an angel, she brings the whole bottle. She gives me a cute little smirk as she takes her seat beside me again. “I didn’t know how many more times you’d make me get up otherwise.”
Her goddamn wet hair is a curse. The scent hits me again. She smells fucking amazing. I want to grab her and pull her into my lap. I’m desperately trying to remember why I shouldn’t do that. I need to change the subject.
That’s what I need to do. Somehow instead I find myself looking over at her, my gaze hooded. I let my gaze linger on her plump lips then travel down to the outline of those perfect round breasts beneath her night shirt. The fabric is pooled between her legs and I’m tortured with the knowledge that if I slipped my hand underneath, there’d be no fabric to stop my fingers from exploring her pussy.
“Is this how your break-in fantasy goes?” I murmur, smirking at her.
She bites down on her lower lip, I think just to fucking torment me. Smiling, her voice soft, she says, “No. You’d have to wait until I went to bed. Lights off. Then you break in, creep through the dark living room into my bedroom….” Her words trail off and she lets her gaze move over my body with the same slow, thoroughness I just showed her. “I’m curled up on the bed with my back to you. You can see every curve of my body basked in moonlight. You know it’s crazy, reckless, but you want to touch me. Have to touch me. So you climb up on the bed. I’m startled awake. You’d have to cover my mouth to keep me from screaming, of course.”
“Of course,” I murmur in quiet agreement.
“I’d be a little scared…I’d probably squirm. I almost never wear panties to bed, so I guess I’m not all that prepared for a fight.”
“Jesus.”
She bites down on her lip to rein in her smile, but her gaze drops to my lips. “So I’m squirming against your body and my sleep shirt’s riding up around my waist. I’m no weakling, but I’m no match for your strength. You pin me down but I keep squirming against you, getting you all excited. Whoops. Guess I’m at your mercy now. Whatever will you do with me?”
My poor cock throbs. This is fucking agony.
Trailing her fingers lightly down my arm, she leans a little closer, talks a little quieter. She leans close to my ear so she can practically whisper, and also so I can feel her perfect tits on my shoulder. Christ. “Would you threaten me?” she asks, tempting me on purpose. “Tell me to keep my mouth shut? Or maybe you’d prefer my mouth open?” Her lips never touch my skin, but I can feel her breath on my neck as she continues. “Would you put your arm across my neck and look down into my eyes while you unfastened your pants? Would you guide my hand down to stroke you, to make me feel how hard you are?” Her hand skates across my thigh when she asks this, but it doesn’t move in to feel how hard I actually am, here in this real-life moment. “What do you think you’d see in my eyes? It’s dark, the only light the moonlight spilling in through the window. I bet you can still get a good look at me, though. Do you rip the sleep shirt off over my head and throw me face-down on the bed? Do you spread my legs, run your hands over my bare ass?” Now she uses her index finger to lightly trace my fingers. “Do you push one of these inside me? Am I wet for you, Vince?”