Her Grumpy Neighbor Until Halloween (Secrets of Wildbrook, #2)

by Eve Pendle

Fuck. His hand had ended up on his rock-hard dick. He slept naked, so there was nothing to stop his fingers from curling over the shaft.

He wanted her so much, beyond reason. It wasn’t just her smart mouth or the chemistry that crackled between them, or even how gorgeous she was. It was a feeling of rightness, that all her splintered, sharp edges fit his. Like a badly broken bone, if they could line up perfectly they’d stop grating and mesh together.

“We have five minutes before dinner spoils. What will get you off before that?”

“It’s the same enjoyment as giving oral sex, no?” he murmured. “What, that you hope someone will return the favour?” She didn’t hide her cynicism. “I’m sorry to tell you this, but I can’t cook.” “I’ll teach you if you want, but I meant that there’s plenty of satisfaction to be found in pleasing someone else.”

Kit Morton: 7:14 for being bent over the countertop, my dick pushing into your pussy and filling you up, my fingers pressing into your hips as I hold you in place, thrust into you and stroke your clit until you scream with pleasure. Then dinner.

“Bollocks,” he muttered. Then without another word, he withdrew, chucked on an apron, silenced the timer and went to the oven. Ellen was speechless.

“What the fuck?” Apparently she wasn’t speechless. He was insane. “You need to eat,” Kit replied tersely. “I need to orgasm.” She stood and turned around, a little dazed. He took something steaming from the oven and clanged it onto a trivet. “You already had one orgasm. That’s enough for now.” “But you didn’t.” He lifted one shoulder insouciantly. “I’ll live.”

Kit Morton: 7:30 for dinner. Kit Morton: 6:51 for being spread across the kitchen countertop, my mouth at your core feasting on you, my fingers stroking inside you until you come so hard you see stars.

When you’ve come twice, I’ll allow you to make me come once. Then dinner.

“What’s it to be? Do you want to fight about this? Or just accept my way, and have your orgasms like a good girl before I let you touch me.”

Entertainment is not like nutrition. You don’t have to have a balanced diet, of whatever combination of art produced by mainly dead white men he approves of, to be healthy.”

Because I think I love you. Because I think you stole my heart that first day and broke it like an egg, scrambling it until every protein strand was tangled and the reaction irreversible.