Page 4 of Big Burly Neighbor
He clicks his tongue. “You think you’re not hot enough for that? Don’t be a fool, Aileen. Men are wicked. We’re pervs, and worse things happened to women because of that.” He shakes his head. “Fuck, you think you’re not hot because you’re curvy? What kind of insanity is that?”
“I mean...” My voice comes out shaky, but I can’t think properly with his body pressed to mine like this. “That’s what I’ve been told.”
He lowers his head next to mine, cheek hovering over my own. And then he growls, the raw sound sending wetness all over my panties. “You are the fucking hottest woman I’ve ever seen. Men would go to war for these perfect tits of yours.” He jerks his hips against mine. “Ain’t that proof enough?”
And I feel it. The long, thick hardness in his pants, the bulge poking me, dragging along my shorts. Oh, God. More heat spreads down my chest, to my belly, tightening into a knot between my legs. What is this? I’ve never felt this way. I look up, finding lust-crazed eyes on me.
Zion wants me. The realization is a bomb, and it leaves me gaping, confused, and utterly lost in disbelief. He wants me, he finds me hot, and he has an erection for me. I want to reach out and kiss him, stamp my lips on his, and beg for his hands on my throbbing nipples, but I don’t. I’m frozen, speechless, silently pleading for my hips to move against his. Pleading to feel his hardness against that painful spot between my legs that begs for him...
Zion shoves off the table. He whirls around without another word, grabs the knob, and almost yanks it out to open the door. He walks out and lets the door shut behind him, and I hear his stomps down the corridor until it disappears. My body takes a moment to relax, but there’s still a knot low in my belly, and a question racing in my head.
Just what in the world happened?
4
ZION
Iam a fucking wild animal. What have I done? Ever since I burst into Aileen’s apartment to close her blinds, I have been searching for ways to keep myself locked. To keep her safe.
Safe from me.
Aileen should have called the cops. I entered my apartment that day, and I waited for them. I waited hours, and when they didn’t show up, I realized she wouldn’t be calling them on me. But why? Why didn’t she call them? Is that because of how society blames shit on women? Was she afraid they wouldn’t believe her?
Because I would have gone with them. I was fucking wrong to do what I did. Hump her like an untamed animal, like a dog in heat. Out of control, completely insane. I try to go through the motions of my usual Saturday morning, but it’s so damn hard when she’s all I can think of. I prepare a grocery list, and every single thing makes me think of her. I wonder if she enjoys pasta, if she drinks milk in her coffee, and what are her favorite meals.
Living like this is not living at all. Aileen has all my mind, and I can’t get close to her. I can’t allow myself, because there’s only heartbreak down that road. There’s no way she wanted me at first, and she sure as hell won’t want me after I humped her like that.
I’m still impressed she hasn’t called the cops.
Someone knocks on my door, and I straighten my spine. My heart chugs in my chest, sure this is the time. I grab my wallet and phone, then open the door, waiting for the cops. She must have thought twice and called them. They must be here to arrest me for assault. At least hand me a restraining order, so I will never step anywhere near her.
Instead, Aileen stands there, an angel in the artificial light of the corridor, full curves half-hidden by sweatpants and a fluffy sweater. She looks comfy and adorable in those clothes, and even when she’s entirely covered, still sexy as fuck. My cock agrees, twitching to awareness of her presence.
Her cheeks are a bright pink color. She chews on her bottom lip without meeting my eyes. “Hi,” she starts, tucking a strand of dark hair behind an ear. “Sorry to bother you. Are you busy?”
“No. Of course not.” And, for some reason, I step away. I step into the apartment, and it makes it look like an invitation.
Aileen takes it, stepping past the door. Fuck, she shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be in my place. My body buzzes, skin popping with goosebumps as her smell wafts closer. She smells like coconut, and it’s so damn sweet it makes my mouth water. Holy shit, if only I could taste her once...
No. Cut that out, man. That won’t happen.
I let go of the door, and it starts to close, but doesn’t do it completely. Aileen still stares at her feet, and I now notice she’s cradling a plastic container to her chest. She clears her throat and juts the container out at me.
“Here,” she murmurs. “I wanted to thank you for picking up my delivery the other day. Thanks. You didn’t have to.”
I let my fingers curl around the container, arching an eyebrow at it. She didn’t have to. I didn’t do it out of the goodness in my heart, quite the opposite. There are only wicked thoughts inside me, and I grabbed her delivery because I wanted to see her. Because I wanted to have the chance to put my eyes on her, to be close to her, to share the air she breathed...
“What’s that?” I ask in a hoarse voice that betrays my lust.
The corners of her mouth tilt up. “Cookies. I baked some for you. I hope you like them. There’s chocolate chip and cinnamon.”
Shit, she baked these for me? My heart swells with so much affection I can’t bear the sight of her innocent face. I drag my gaze away, focusing on a bit of faded wall paint. She’s perfect. She’s so damn perfect, with this goodness inside her, this purity. And she has no idea what I do when the blinds are closed and she’s dancing in her tiny shorts. No idea how wicked I am for fucking my fist looking at her.
“Aileen,” I start, but then I don’t know what to say. How could I warn her off? How could I push her away when her touch is the one thing I desire the most in the world?
Her cheeks go redder. “I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t offend you by bringing these. God, will your girlfriend be mad?” She glimpses around my arm to the living room. “Is that the reason? Or your wife?” And she shoots me a hopeful look, her eyes bright and full of absurd, shining expectation.
“Fuck, Aileen,” I sigh, my shoulders dropping in defeat. “You think I could want anyone but you?”
