The Sexy Hunk Next Door - 4

I pushed him away the moment I heard footsteps coming closer. My hands were on his chest, shoving hard enough to break that heat between us. I didn't even look at him properly, just mumbled, "That was a mistake… and I'm not making another one," before stepping around him.

My pulse was still everywhere, my palms hot from touching him, but I needed to move.

I didn't wait to see his reaction. I just ran past, forcing my legs to go faster like that would erase what just happened. But then, of course, I saw it, that damn smirk.

He followed me. I could hear his breathing not too far behind and then, just before he overtook me, his voice was right at my ear.

"Don't trust your boyfriend."

I blinked, my steps stuttering for half a second, but before I could even turn to ask, he kept going.

"And instead of going grocery shopping at two," he threw over his shoulder, "you might want to check on what he does."

My chest squeezed hard. I slowed down, watching his back as he ran ahead. How the hell does he even know my schedule?

The question stayed right there on my tongue, but I didn't shout it after him. No, I just told myself again and again, that he was messing with me, that he wanted to get into my head, maybe ruin my relationship. And I wasn't going to let him.

Or at least… I thought I wasn't.

By the time I made it back home, my head wouldn't shut up about his words. I tried brushing them off and kept busy. Ate a quick snack, showered, got dressed like I normally would before going out. But something about the way he said it, it wouldn't let me rest.

2 p.m. came quickly.

Instead of heading to the grocery store, I took the route toward the place my boyfriend told me he'd be. I felt stupid doing it, like I was proving my neighbor right, but my feet just kept moving.

I got there, and then… I saw her. My best friend.

Walking in. Into his apartment.

"What the..." I said but my voice was no more than a whisper. My throat closed up so fast I could barely breathe.

I didn't even go closer. I didn't want to see more. My vision was already blurry with tears that wouldn't stop filling my eyes, hot and stinging, like my body was burning me from the inside out.

I didn't know which I was feeling more, anger or hurt. What was I supposed to do now? Confront them? Run away..... I couldn't.

All I could hear was the sound of my breath, and the ringing in my ears. So I ran.

I didn't even think about where I was going until I was at his door. My neighbor's. My fist hit the wood harder than I meant to, but a second later, it opened.

He took one look at my face and didn't ask a single question. Just stepped aside and let me in.

I went straight into his arms. The tears came harder then, my hands gripping the back of his shirt like I needed something to hold me up.

"Why did you have to make me find out?" I yelled in anger, my breath hot against his chest. I broke down hard, crying like hell, my voice cracking. "Why did you have to make me lose the two most important people in my life?"

He didn't answer right away. He just held me, letting me cry into him, his hand moving slow up and down my back.

When I finally pulled back, I saw something in his eyes, something I couldn't read. And then… he kissed me.

It was supposed to be soft. Just a small, quick kiss. But my brain didn't register “stop.”

I kissed him back, angry at first, like I hated the fact that he made me find out. I pressed my lips against his, suddenly enjoying the feel of it.

But now, it wasn't soft anymore.

His mouth was on mine like he'd been waiting for it, tasting me like I was something he'd craved for too long. My head tilted, letting him in deeper, our tongues sliding together in a way that made my knees feel weak.

Desire fueled every one of my movement that I didn't even notice when he backed me up against the wall.

My fingers threaded his hair, pulling on it as we kissed even more. His hands went to my waist, pulling me against him so I could feel exactly how hard he was getting.

I breathed out into his mouth, the sound being swallowed by his immediately. His teeth found my lower lips and pulled, tasting me before letting go.

When we broke apart, we placed our foreheads together, panting hard, and then I crashed my lips into his again.

He groaned, very low in his throat, and moved one hand up my breasts, cupping over the thin fabric of my shirt, squeezing hard until I whimpered.

He hissed and went for my neck when I started moaning. My nipples were already aching, straining against my shirt, and when his thumb rubbed over one, I thought my legs would give out completely.

I tugged at his shirt until he yanked it off, his body warm and hard against mine. My hands roamed over the muscle of his chest, down to the tight planes of his stomach, until I reached his waistband.

He caught my wrist, but only for a second, long enough to meet my eyes. Then he let go, and I slid my hand inside, wrapping around him.

He was fucking thick, heavy as I held his cock, and the way he groaned when I stroked him made heat pool low between my legs.

"I need you," I breathed against his lips, still stroking him slowly. "Now!"

His hands went from my breasts to my shoulders and then he pushed me away slowly. "Bedroom."