and grabbed my hand to pull me out with him. The front door shut behind us, leaving us on my dim front porch, with Aidan standing close to me. As in, he was way in my space, so much that my breasts touched his front every time I took a breath. Frozen, I stared up at him. In the shadows of my porch, all I could see was the angle of his jaw and his eyes glittering down at me. Suddenly, I felt his big, hot hand on the small of my back, and I jumped. He chuckled. Then, I shivered, goosebumps racing up my arms. Slowly, he used his hand to pull me closer to his front, until I was practically plastered to him. I wasn’t sure if it was the pressure of his hand that made this happen or the fact that my legs became jelly and my head was suddenly light.
I licked my lips and, I swear, he must have been able to see in the dark, because I heard him take a quick breath. Then, he kissed me. It did not feel like a first kiss. It didn’t even feel like a second or third kiss. There was no hesitation or building of heat. One second, I was looking up at his shadowed face and the next his tongue was in my mouth, and his arm was clamped around my waist, lifting me up to his mouth. This was how a man kissed a woman he was fucking, not a woman he had just met. Just like his hand shake, I felt the touch of his lips everywhere, only a hundred times more intense.
When Aidan lifted his head, and I returned to reality, I realized I had tried to climb him like a tree. He had both hands on my ass, supporting most of my weight, while I had both legs tight around his hips. My hands were cupped around the back of his head, gripping him tightly. He used his hands on my ass to pull me in tighter to his groin and I whimpered a little. Holy shit, he was really hard and I was really turned on. He shifted me again, and my clit rubbed against him. My hips twitched involuntarily.
He stared at me for a moment then whispered, “Fuck.” It was not a happy word.
The foggy, lust-filled thoughts in my mind disappeared instantly, and I unwrapped myself from his body and pushed at his shoulders. Aidan lowered me to my feet, but kept his hands tight on my ass. I tried to push again, but he was definitely Wall o’ Muscle and he was determined I was going to stay where I was.
I opened my mouth to ask him what in the hell he thought he was doing, when the front door flew open. Cat saw us in a clinch.
“Oh, shit, sorry, sorry. I was just looking for Nat. I was never here.”
With that she slammed the door and left us in the shadows again. Shit, damn, hell, and every other curse word known to man. I was fucked, and, if the dick poking me in the belly was any indication, it was going to be literally and figuratively. I looked back up at Aidan.
“That was a mistake. We’re neighbors. If we start something, one, or both of us, is gonna be miserable and probably pissed when it ends. I love my house and do not want to move, which means you would have to move.”
Aidan shook his head. “Why would I have to move if we started and then ended?”
My eyes narrowed. “Because.”
“Babe, we’ve been living next door to each other a month and I’ve only seen you twice. Once because we were both mowing our yards, and the other because your dickhead ex was keeping me up. If one of us gets sick of the other, I doubt we’d run into each other often.”
He had a point. Still, that was not the end of it. “I just broke up with a guy a few weeks ago. The last thing I need to do is start a relationship with somebody else.”
“Who said anything about a relationship?”
Oh, now I was pissed. He just kissed me like he was planning on ripping my clothes off, but jumping back from the R-word. How? How in the hell did these guys find me? I must send out some kind of beacon, like a lighthouse. If you are a dickhead, asshat, or douchebag, see Natalie York.
This time, when I shoved at his shoulders, he let me go. “Exactly my point.” I fumed. “I get not every guy wants a