My Beautiful Neighbor (The Greene Family Book 1) by Piper Rayne (phonics reading books TXT) 📕

of barraging him with questions, I let us pretend we’re like two teenagers who’ve waited for their parents to be gone for the night so we can have sex. Maybe that’s what he needs right now. He takes my hand and leads me into my apartment, locking the door behind us.

“I can’t wait to have you,” he says before he kisses me and urges me to step backward toward the bed.

I thought this moment would be different. That I’d be hoisted up on some surface and my clothes would be torn off, but Cade surprises me by kissing me so slow and seductive that I’m unsure of exactly what is about to happen. His fingers float up my ribcage and wind around me, but he doesn’t unclasp my bra. Instead, he pulls me closer to him. His warm hands run a searing path up and down my back as his tongue glides with mine.

I wind my arms around his neck and fist his hair. He’s a great kisser and this sensual, slow thing he’s got going on right now is driving me insane with want.

He backs me up and I feel the mattress behind my legs. The kiss comes to an end and he moves just enough of his weight forward for me to fall back onto the mattress. I stare at him, his eyes filled with a smolder that stirs a hunger inside me. This is a very different Cade than I’ve been with before.

He pulls off his shirt, and our gazes meet until he crawls up the bed and I scoot back. Soon the delicious weight of his body is on me, and I close my eyes, taking in the heat and hardness of him. One of his thighs slides between mine and he grinds his hard length into my hip.

Our mouths search out one another’s again and he wraps a hand around my neck as he nips and sucks my bottom lip. His lips travel down my jawline to my throat.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispers, his hands sliding under my shirt and lifting it while his lips caress my body, stirring awake all my nerves.

My fingers thread through his hair, unable to not touch him in some way. He slides down my body, situating himself between my thighs, and this time when he reaches back, he unlatches my bra.

With my help, we take off my shirt and bra, and he wastes no time in palming my breast while his lips clamp on to mine again. Our bodies slide together, unable to get close enough. All I want is to be naked and have our silky warm skin coast along the other’s. But that doesn’t seem to be in Cade’s playbook. Although I crave the release I know is coming, this is a welcome change.

He rests his weight on his elbows and looks down at me. “How did we get so lucky?”

I blink and my finger runs down his abs, hooking in the waistband of his jeans. “We don’t know how lucky we are just yet.”

He smiles, but even I know that’s not what he meant. I wonder if it’s pre-sex talk. An obligatory statement to suggest we found the perfect friends with benefits situation. So I put my hand around his neck and tug him toward me, answering with a kiss.

Rolling him onto his back, I kiss his collarbone, making my way down his chest. He scoots up on the bed and watches me with one arm resting on the headboard, his other hand running circles on my arm, looking sexy as fuck. I unbutton his pants, and I can’t help but glance at his magnetic eyes watching me with hunger. Sliding his pants down, I take his boxers too, leaving him naked on my bed.

“Your turn,” he says. I shimmy out of my jeans, and right when my fingers dive into the sides of my panties, he holds up his finger and crawls toward me. “Allow me.”

I’m not sure why I have shivers in the wake of his touch as my silk panties slide down my legs. Cade’s seen me naked and has taken off my panties plenty of times.

He presses his lips right at the top of my pussy. “One of my favorite Presley things. But I have other plans today.” His arm swings around my waist and he pulls me down on the mattress.

Resting on top of me, he nudges my thighs open with his knee. This is it. We’re finally going to have sex after weeks of missed opportunities.

“Cade,” I say, causing him to stop placing open-mouthed kisses up my neck.

He rests his weight on his palms and looks down at me. I say nothing because I’m not sure what to say now that he’s looking at me. This moment feels bigger than we are.

He moves his thumb across my bottom lip. “I’ll be right back.”

But this mood is too perfect, and I don’t want whatever this bubble we’ve found ourselves in today to pop, so I lock my legs around him. He looks at me, obviously puzzled.

“I have an IUD and I’m clean.”

He pauses as though he’s weighing the risks and rewards.

“Please. I want to feel you,” I say.

“I’m clean.” He nods and eases back into position.

The tip of him pierces my opening and his mouth falls back down to mine. Slowly, he pushes inside me, and I open myself to take all of him. When he’s fully seated, he breaks our kiss to look at me. My fingernails dig into his shoulder blades and he slowly thrusts in and out of me.

I lose all thoughts, lost in the moment of us together. Tender kisses, gentle caresses, pants, and moans in the haze of the late morning. His touch is featherlight. A slow tremble begins deep inside me, but I clench it back, not wanting to come yet. Not wanting this moment to end.

He grunts from me clenching and his thrusts grow faster, more commanding. My body responds to everything he’s giving