Page 30 of When the Walls Come Down
She gently broke the kiss. “We better rehydrate. I think it’s going to be a long night.”
And it was.
The longest, most thrilling, erotic night of my young thirty-three years. I discovered many intimate things about my new neighbor. She loved having her neck kissed and her earlobe lightly bit. She liked when I held one of her hands above her head as I plunged deep inside her. After-sex hair on her was magnificently large, like something out of an 80s hairband video—and I fucking loved it.
And in turn, when she loved something, she’d dig her nails into my skin. No doubt my chest, my shoulders, and my lats would be marked by all sorts of sexy hieroglyphics the next day.
Maggie was a belly sleeper, which was perfect because I preferred my back. It was just another way we worked. While I held her, we quietly talked about things I’d never be able to recall because of sheer exhaustion, and then she fell asleep on my chest.
Best night of my fucking life.“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I said with my phone to my ear.
“What’s happening?” Melanie asked from the other end of the line.
The large man in a Discount Moving T-shirt replied, “We aren’t allowed to touch any of the existing furniture, ma’am.”
“Just walk around it,” I argued.
He turned his gaze to his clipboard, reading off, “The owner must provide a clear path six feet wide from doorway to the desired location of the item.” He pointedly looked down at the yellow tape measure stretched across my living room, the end of it hitting my love seat. “Policy is policy.”
As if it hadn’t been bad enough that they’d been yanking me around for a week about a delivery date, they were now trying to tell me that they couldn’t bring my stuff inside because my couch blocked their path. Three inches. They were about to cancel the entire delivery over three freaking inches.
“Mel, hold on.” I dropped the phone onto the love seat and squatted low. Gritting my teeth, I gave it a hard shove, causing it to slide across the wood floor past the end of his measuring tape. “There. Now, can you just bring my stuff in?”
His eyes narrowed.
Desperate for my belongings, I tacked on, “Please.”
He stared at me for a beat longer before reeling his measuring tape in with a snap, turning on a toe, and marching out, leaving my door wide open.
Rolling my eyes, I grabbed the phone off the love seat and then put it back to my ear. “Mel, are you still there?”
“What the heck is going on over there?”
“Do you remember when Heath gave me hell about hiring movers based on the lowest estimate?”
“Uh oh.”
I shuffled barefoot to my kitchen and poured my second cup of coffee for the day. “Yeah. I’m going to need you to take this to the grave, but he was right. I’ve paid this company a small fortune and they act like they are doing me a favor by bringing my stuff up.”
“Any of the movers hot at least?” she asked.
“Not unless you have a thing for grizzly bears.”
“I hear that’s an acquired taste. Maybe you should give it a whirl.”
Smiling to myself, I watched my French vanilla creamer streak across the top of the black coffee. “Actually, I think I have a thing for my neighbor.”
The line went silent, and after years of confiding in my sister, I knew the drill. I screwed my eyes shut and pulled the phone away from my ear.
As if on cue, she shrieked. “What!”
I quietly laughed. “Yeah, when I told you I struck out on Friday night, that might have been a teensy tiny lie.”
“How tiny? Did you get laid?”
“Friday? Of course not.” Visions of Shane moving on top of me, his mouth between my thighs, and his hard length driving inside me danced behind my lids. Heat bloomed in my stomach as I finished with, “Last night though…”
“Oh. My. God. All right. I need you to start with the abridged version because you know I can’t wait long enough to hear how this went down. But after that, I’m going to need you to tell me every single sordid detail.”
God, last night. Where the hell would I even start? The shoulder kiss. That probably wasn’t juicy enough for her, but I could still feel the chills exploding across my skin as his lips moved up my neck. My cheeks heated along with some regions farther south. Okay, maybe I’d start with the way he’d wrapped me in his strong arms and carried me to his bed, his mouth fused with mine, part caveman, part the hottest ten seconds of my life. My nipples tingled as the memories flooded my senses.
Perhaps she’d prefer I jump straight to the point, where Shane stripped me naked, laid me out, and drove inside me with a wild possession I’d only ever felt with him.
