Page 50 of Neo
“Five? Ew, that’s overkill.”
“Just wait until you eat it.”
My body is humming with excitement and I’m too restless to sit, so I put on an old curated playlist of dance hits and tidy up the living room while Neo continues to cut his various cheeses.
I nervously fold up Kennedy’s favorite mud cloth throw blanket about four different times as I watch Neo from across the room. He’s so different when it’s just the two of us. He’s not the person people see on the Suns’ posters, standing in the forefront with a mean screw face, head of the notorious Ice Mafia.
In our shared solitude, his usual icy demeanor melts away, revealing a warmth that is as inviting as the enveloping aroma of our Christmas dinner. He moves about the kitchen with a grace that contradicts the strength you’d associate with his role on the ice; his bulky form maneuvering with a dexterity that I find oddly enthralling.
I go back to focusing on the blanket.
“Dancing alone?” His deep voice startles me. I hadn’t realized he was watching. He looks at me with a teasing eyebrow raised and a gleam in his eyes.
“No,” I say, feeling my cheeks warm up as I realize he’s caught me unguarded. “Just...” I trail off, laughing at myself.
“I’ll dance with you.” He wipes his hands on a dishtowel and steps towards me, extending a hand. I look at him in surprise, then laugh again, shaking my head as I take his hand.
“You dance?”
“To this song I do.”
I gently place the neatly folded blanket on the sofa, my gaze still locked on him. He wraps his arms around my waist, towering over my frame, and moves his hips in a delicious rhythm, syncing with the beat ofDespacitoplaying in the background. He sings along under his breath, horribly out of tune, but it only makes me smile wider. Our laughter fills the house now, echoing against the walls and resonating within me.
Our eyes lock as the song ends and when he leans in for a kiss, I’m anxiously expecting it. I want it. As soon as he feels my response to his advance, the kiss grows stronger.
His hand lifts from my waist to cradle the back of my head, fingers threading through a few loose strands that have fallen from my bun. The world seems to blur around us. The only thing in focus is the feel of his lips moving passionately against mine.
His kiss is an intoxicating mixture of passion and gentleness that leaves me momentarily breathless. His hold on me tightens, pulling me against the hard planes of his body as his other hand moves up to cup my cheek. Our shared warmth ignites something within me, a longing that’s been dormant for far too long.
Hesitantly, I break the kiss to draw a much-needed breath, but Neo takes it as an invitation to trail kisses down my neck. My hands instinctively move up his chest, tangling in the fabric of his shirt, as I tilt my head back to give him more access. He responds with a low growl that reverberates through his chest and shoots a thrill straight down my spine.
“Neo...” His name escapes my lips as a breathy whisper, making him pause momentarily before resuming his exploration with renewed fervor. His teeth graze my skin lightly before he soothes over the slight sting with another fervent kiss.
A delicious shiver runs down my spine as his expert hands trail lower, skirting around my waist and slipping beneath the edge of my sweatshirt. His touch is electrifying; hot, yet gentle, it raises goosebumps over every inch of skin it grazes.
I gasp when he pulls away rather abruptly, leaving me disoriented and breathless. He looks at me with smoldering eyes filled with desire, making things really wet and wild down below.
“Fingers or tongue?” he asks in a bass-heavy voice, reminding me of the erotic offer he made the last time he was over here.
“Well, since you’re making our Christmas dinner with those fingers–” I grin.
“Then tongue it is.”
violet
The words leavehis lips in a husky whisper, sending a wave of anticipation rippling through me. He walks me over to the sofa and gently guides me to sit. He begins to slowly sink down, while spreading my knees far apart, the passion in his eyes never waning. Seeing him positioned between my legs, looking up at me with such intense desire, it does things to me that I’ve never felt before.
Neo’s hands slide to my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh there. His lips follow his hands, pressing hot kisses against my abdomen through the thin fabric of my shirt. Then his warm breath teases my exposed skin, causing me to clench around nothing.
With his hands, he lifts my wide hips off the cushion easily, grabbing the waistband of my sleep shorts and panties and pulling them both down my legs, then tossing them to the ground. He keeps his palms underneath my ass cheeks and lifts my pussy to greet his ravenous mouth.
“Neo...” I moan out his name, arching my back off the sofa even higher as his mouth finds its destination. The sensation is overwhelming; a tsunami of pleasure that causes stars to burst behind my eyelids. My fingers thread through his hair, pulling lightly as he explores and tastes.
“Violet,” He murmurs hungrily against my skin, causing an all-too-pleasing vibration, “Look at me, baby.”
I open my eyes, meeting his smoldering gaze. There’s something incredibly intimate about holding eye contact in the midst of such ecstasy. His tongue resumes its slow exploration and I can’t suppress the moan that slips past my lips. “This is–”
“So fucking good,” he finishes my sentence.