Nice (Neighbors book 1) (re-published)

Two Weeks

Two weeks later

TWO. WEEKS. Brice hasn't touched me in two weeks. I mean yeah we kissed and had dinner but I wanted the physical stuff too. And then he makes things worse by prancing around with no shirt on all sweaty doing yard work like he doesn't know that I'm right across the street watching him! Ugh!! I can't believe this. So I decided to get pay back. While he was outside I went and changed into one of my more modest around the house outfits; a white slightly oversized tank with Marilyn Monroe on the front, a black lace bra peeking out of the top showing just enough cleavage to taunt him, and my second littlest pair of sleep shorts and went to check the mail like I didn't know what my outfit would do to his focus.

Casually I walked out the front door and go to the mailbox at the end of my walkway. When I reach the box encased in brick I notice Brice is on his way over.

That happened a lot faster than I thought it would.

His expression was hard and dissatisfied. Oh shit! Excitement ran through me. Maybe now we would have real sex instead of the sweet caresses he'd been giving me for the past couple of weeks. I thought he would stop in front of me and we'd exchange pleasantries but instead he grabbed my arm and led me back to my door.

"What do you think you're wearing?" Brice asks once we're in the house and I'm once again pressed to the door. The look in his eyes is deadly and his expression shows anger.

"Clothes" I reply simply.

The look on his face tells me he's furious and I smile as he goes on a rant about what I'm wearing.

"Why are you smiling, this is not funny or something to smile about. Your ass isn't even covered!" He expresses heatedly. "I should spank you for testing me."

"Yes, you should." I taunt him as my eyes look over his hot body. "And I think a spanking would be good"

"No not good. You don't have on any clothes!" His tone still filled with anger.

"No it's good because you haven't touched me in two weeks and I'm super horny. Touch me dammit!" I say trying to push him to take me inside and give me what I want.

"You pissed me off on purpose?" He asks.

"Yep" I answer.

"So I would what?" He replies.

"Fuck me," I whisper seductively and walk toward my room.

"Where are you going now?" he yells.

"To have a much needed conversation with my vibrator" I yell back, unashamed of my confession.

I hear footsteps behind me but keep going. If he's not going to fuck me, I'll do it myself. Before I could finish my thought I'm scooped into the air rather roughly. My only words are "finally!" hoping this caveman behavior would lead to what I've been pushing for. He doesn't respond to my joyous outburst but I'm glad he holding me at least.

"Why?" he asks as he throws me down to my bed. "Why are you testing my patience?"

"Because you continue to test mine by making me wait," I answered back confidently. He stares at me astonished. Saying nothing right away as if he's thinking.

"You did this for sex" he states and I know it's not a question "Did you ever think maybe I had a plan for how this would go down?"

"Did you?" I challenged him.

"Maybe" he challenges me right back and instantly I feel like a jerk.

"I don't want to wait any longer." I whine.

"Is waiting so bad? You deserve better than random sex that doesn't satisfy you."

"Are you saying you wouldn't satisfy me, because from where I'm standing that night at your house proved you'll do more than just satisfy me. And I've been waiting for fourteen months so I don't want to wait, I don't want to talk. I just want you naked right here, right now!" I make my point by standing and stripping off my clothes to show him what I had put on just for him. "Naked."

He just continues to stare at me confused. Is he just going to stare or strip? After about 30 seconds of us just looking at each other (me as naked as the day I was born) and Brice with a look of sadness on his face.

"No" he said after what seemed like forever.

"No?" I asked feeling really sad.

"Nope" he said concisely.

"Excuse me?" I say dumbfounded.

"You don't need sex, you need intimacy." he says stepping towards me and softly touching my cheek.

"Aren't they the same thing?" I respond letting out a shaky breathe afraid to hear his answer.

"No they're not" he whispers.

"How do you know the difference, how will I know?" I ask innocently.

He bends down picking up my shirt and helping me into it, he just simply says "I'll show you". And with that he went to the side of my bed. Holding out his hand to me and pulling back the comforter for us to get in bed. We laid there cuddled together, my back to his front.

"Maybe I'm moving too fast but I just want you to know I care Elle. Almost-sex or not, I care." he whispers and kisses my shoulder.

" I care too" I say snuggling deeper into his embrace.

Almost every night for the next couple of weeks we slept this way and it felt amazing.