I don’t ask for much. I’d like a job where my boss isn’t a total douche bag. I’d like to sleep in past 8 am on my day off. Mostly, I would love my new next-door neighbor to keep his sexy dimples and cocky smiles to himself. He may look like pure southern temptation, but he seems determined to irritate me as often as possible.
Lilah Donovan is pure walking sin. The more time I spend with her, the harder I fall. She’s an adorable, feisty, half-pint of everything I never knew I wanted. She may have built the Great Wall of China around her heart, but I’m not averse to climbing if that’s what it takes to find a way in.
“No, I can’t.” My voice comes out too breathy.
Ben grins, his dimples popping even as his eyes bore into me with pure hunger. “Why not?”
“You’re too handsome and you’re trying to get me to break my only rule. You’re obviously trouble.” The kind of trouble I’m finding it harder and harder to resist.
Ben circles my wrist with his hand and pulls me out of my chair. I go willingly because I am weak, and I don’t want to fight the way he makes me feel. He settles me across his lap and kisses my neck.
“Maybe I’m the best kind of trouble,” he says as he runs his lips along the length of my neck.
“I’m inclined to agree with that statement.”
Ben chuckles and the sound vibrates through my body, sending up little goosebumps all over my skin. I wrap my arms around his neck and brush my lips against his. He kisses me back softly, one hand supporting my back and the other venturing up my thigh. Every second he spends touching me ratchets up my desire and every tiny movement makes me more and more aware of how wet I am. I’m seriously in danger of needing a new pair of panties, but I couldn’t care less at this point.
He deepens the kiss, cradling the back of my neck and dragging my ass across his lap. The feeling of his hard length under me and the moan that rumbles through him is breathtaking, stoking the fire that has been burning in my body all night back into a blaze. I slide my hands under his sweater, seeking out the warmth of his skin. He shivers at my touch and it’s insanely gratifying to have that kind of effect on him.
“If you want me to stop,” he growls, “now would be a good time to say so.” His eyes are dark with lust and the expression matches the aching need swirling inside me.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
– An excerpt from Mowed Over by Mae Harden
Copyright © 2020 by Mae Harden