Neighborly Complications (Stories of Serendipity) by Conley Anne

Author:Conley, Anne [Conley, Anne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Anne Conley
Published: 2013-01-27T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9:

Max woke up the next morning, to see a vision staring at him. Claire’s hair was sticking up in all directions, and her eyes were glazed with sleep, her face lined with creases, but all in all, she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

And she was actually smiling at him.

“What?”

Her smile turned smug. “You drool when you sleep.”

“What? No, I don’t.”

“Then why is there a wet spot on your pillow?”

Max looked at the offending spot, and then turned to Claire. “That must be yours. I don’t drool.”

“Girls rule, boys drool. That’s the saying. I’m a girl, you’re a boy. Your drool.” She sat up and swung her legs over the edge of the bed, but Max wasn’t letting her get away that easily. He leaned over, grabbing her tiny waist with his massive grip, and flopped her back on the bed. She fought him, half-heartedly, and he grasped both of her hands in one of his and held them over her head.

With his face inches from hers, he could feel her body beneath his. He adjusted himself so that the evidence of his morning arousal wasn’t pressing against her hip. “It’s not my drool. Admit it, or I’ll make you regret it.” He growled at her, teasing menace in his voice.

She quirked an eyebrow. “How will you do that?”

“I’ll tickle you.”

She smirked. “I’m not ticklish.”

“That figures. Then I guess I’ll just have to kiss that smirk off your face.”

Before she could respond, his mouth was on hers, kissing her into oblivion. Her mouth was so soft and warm, and when she whimpered, something inside him responded hungrily. Suddenly, his hands were all over her, feeling, exploring her softness. The thin cotton of her tee shirt was a sensual barrier between them. He could feel her aroused nipples pressing against his chest as she arched into his kiss.

He plunged his tongue into her mouth, thrusting, and sweeping. He could taste her sleepiness, but her sleepiness quickly turned to enthusiasm, as she wrapped her arms around his neck to draw him closer.

A loud knock at the door downstairs interrupted them. Max pulled away with a groan, and reached for his jeans on the floor, turning away to put them on and hide his raging hard on. He turned to see her walking out her bedroom door in her pajamas. Was she really going to answer the door wearing boxer shorts and a tee shirt? He hurried to follow her down the stairs.

When she opened the door, he saw those two guys from Lowe’s, and he stepped in front of Claire. He knew it would piss her off, but he didn’t want them to see her like this.

“How can I help you?” He asked warily.

“Uh…we were dropping off a floor sander for Miss Dunlap.”

“I can get it from here. Thanks guys. Is there anything to sign?” Max reached for the sander.

“No sir. Thank you.” They turned to leave, as Max hauled the sander inside. When he turned around, he saw Claire standing with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot.

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