All Chapters of One Night With My Neighbor : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lena reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it upward. He helped her take it off, and then her hands were on the warm skin of his chest and shoulders. She traced the lines of muscle there while he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and the sight of it made her ache. She wrapped her fingers around him and stroked slowly from base to tip, watching the way his jaw tightened.Daniel caught her wrist and turned her around so that she faced the counter. He pressed his chest to her back and reached around to cup both of her breasts. His thumbs brushed over her nipples while he kissed the side of her neck. “I have wanted to do this since you stood in my kitchen last night,” he murmured against her skin. One of his hands slid lower, across her stomach, and then between her thighs. His fingers found her already wet and open for him. He stroked her slowly, spreading the slickness over her clit until her hips moved agai

Grace first noticed the leak at 2 A.M in the morning.She woke to the sound of rain tapping against the bedroom window and lay still for a moment, trying to decide whether she had imagined it. Then she heard another sound. A soft, steady drip came from somewhere near the corner of the room.She switched on the bedside lamp. A dark patch had appeared on the ceiling. “Oh, no.”Grace pushed the blankets aside and climbed out of bed. She found a small bucket in the bathroom, dragged a chair beneath the leak, and climbed carefully onto it. When another drop landed on the floor beside her, she looked up at the ceiling with disbelief.The roof had survived two rainy seasons without a serious problem. She had replaced windows, fixed the kitchen sink, repaired the fence, and spent more money on the heating system than she wanted to remember. She had convinced herself that the roof could wait until next year. Apparently, the roof had other plans.By morning, the bucket was still in place. Grace

“That long?”“Yes.”Grace’s breath left her in a soft rush. She reached up and curled her fingers into the front of his borrowed shirt. The fabric was soft under her hands. She pulled him closer.Their mouths met without hurry. The kiss started careful, almost testing. Then Noah’s other hand settled at her waist and the careful edge disappeared. He kissed her deeper, tasting of tea and rain. Grace opened for him. Her body pressed against his. She felt the solid strength of his chest and the heat of his skin through the thin shirt.When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathing harder. “This is a bad idea,” she whispered against his mouth.“Probably.”“You are still working on my roof.”“I know.”“We should stop.”Noah’s forehead rested against hers. “Do you want me to stop?”Grace’s hands stayed fisted in his shirt. She could feel the steady beat of his heart under her knuckles. Outside, thunder rolled somewhere in the distance. The rain grew louder.“No,” she said.He ki

The suitcase lay open on the bed, half filled with folded clothes. I stood in front of the mirror and held up the soft black dress I had bought the week after my nineteenth birthday.The neckline sat lower than anything I usually wore, and the fabric clung lightly through the middle before falling loose around my thighs. I turned sideways, checking the way it moved, then laid it carefully on top of the other things.My mother appeared in the doorway, already dressed for the long drive to the airport. “You don’t have to take everything at once,” she said. “Robert has plenty of space.”I nodded and reached for a second outfit, a thin white top with thin straps and a pair of shorts that sat higher on my hips than the ones I wore at home. “I want to look nice when I get there. He’s doing a lot for me.”She watched for a moment while I packed the makeup bag next: light foundation, a soft lip color, the mascara I had started using more often since the birthday dinner. “He’s glad to have yo

The morning light came through the curtains in soft stripes. I woke still in his bed, my body warm against his side. Everything from the night before stayed clear in my mind, the way he had touched me, the stretch of him inside me, the quiet sounds we had made. I turned my face into his chest and breathed him in.“That was sweet,” I said softly. “I liked it.”His hand stroked down my bare back. “I liked it too.”“Good morning.” “Morning.“We stayed in bed longer than usual. When we finally got up, he told me he wanted to take me out for the day. I chose a light dress that sat close through the chest and left my legs bare. In the car I sat closer than necessary, my hand resting on his thigh while he drove. Every few minutes I leaned over and pressed a slow kiss to the side of his neck. He kept one hand on the wheel and the other on my knee, his thumb moving in small circles.“You’re different today,” he said.“I feel different,” I answered. I shifted so my breast brushed his arm an