Nice (Neighbors book 1) (re-published)

Getting closer

As the month went on after our heart-to-heart, Brice and I started to spend more time together doing simple things; gardening, fishing, even grocery shopping. We'd been getting closer but I wanted more. I wanted sex. After seeing him shirtless numerous times and in a towel enough times I had to go home and take care of the ache he started between my legs. My 14-month drought has lasted long enough.

Brice invited me over for dinner. So, finally that night while the two of us were having dinner I decided I was going to seduce him. I didn't know exactly how but I knew I had to try. Earlier before I went to his place I made sure I was shaven, pampered and plucked everywhere. Wearing my simplest sundress and matching sandals. Underneath my sundress I went with matching black lace lingerie. Checking my makeup one last time I headed out.

Once inside we headed to the kitchen. He passes me a glass of wine while he sips his beer. We make small talk while he checks the potatoes in the oven then flips the steaks on the grill.

"Food's ready!" he finally calls out from the back porch by the grill. I take the potatoes and two beers outside.

Brice sets up our plates on the patio table. And we dig in. We eat and talk; once dinner's over we clean up. He turns to put the last dish in the drying rack and wipes his hands on the dish towel. He leans back on the sink with his hands touching the countertop. At that moment I see him inspecting my body as one would a priceless painting, lust in his eyes, I go for it. I walk to him slowly, placing my hands on his chest leaning into him laying a soft but firm kiss on his lips. The kiss quickly turns steamy, our bodies grinding against each other until Brice finds the willpower to break the friction caused by our desires.

"Damn" is all that pops out of his mouth between labored breaths. His eyes just bore through mine. The only audible noise is our breathing until finally he speaks.

"It's about damn time. Woman, I couldn't read you for shit unless you blushed" he exhales.

I bust out laughing. Only Brice was the only man to date that could get me to go from sex charged breathless grinding to side-splitting laughter. Suddenly I stop laughing and look at him with a horrified look on my face and ask, "Did I just ruin our friendship and not get sex."

Brice waits a moment before answering "Our friendship isn't ruined but you're definitely not getting sex yet."

"Yet?" My interests piqued.

"You have to work for it and plus we have to go on a real date before I just give it to you."

"But sex is a definite yes, right?" I clarify.

"Yes, just not now" he chuckles.

"I can't even get a preview of what I'm waiting for," I plead.

"What kind of preview," he questions cautiously.

"I don't know, something that'll hold me for a few days and supply some material for those lonely nights." At my request he raises a brow then shakes his head. I thought he would shut me down instead he walked toward me and placed his hands on my hips.

I think he's about to kiss me again when he lifts me and plops me down on the island. Discarding his shirt and unbuttoning his jeans then stepping between my spread legs. Next, he rids me of my red sundress and signals me to lean back. I comply lifting my hands above my head, feeling the cold granite against my light caramel skin. He starts to run his fingertips lightly on my skin, igniting my desire even more. Small moans escape me while he explores my body. Brice reaches my panties and groans. Arching up to spur him on, only made him turn his attention to my nipples. He releases my breasts from the cups of the bra and begins to squeeze them. I reach down and cover his hand with mine encouraging him to add pressure. He pulls his hand away leaving my hand in place.