The Neighbor (The Neighbor #1) by Claire Adams Read Free Book Online Page B

was.
    Knowing his age was a start. It was a small piece of
the puzzle that was Ryder Curran. I was eager to learn more. I was also getting
a little drunk.
    Ryder disappeared for a moment and I soaked in the
ambiance.
    “Are you ready for a movie? I bought this house for
many reasons. Mostly, I liked the way the doors in the media room open onto the
patio. It’s like watching a movie outdoors.”
    “I guess this is a test to see if we are compatible.
What movie are we going to watch?” I asked.
    He chuckled. “How about the
Notebook?”
    I was surprised.
    “Sure, okay.”
    “I’m kidding. I will do many things to please you but watching a chick-flick is not one of
them.”
    I tried not to think about the many ways he could
please me.
    “Thank god. The movie is good enough but too girly
for me. What else you got?”
    “I was thinking Gravity .
It has George Clooney for you and I love the special effects. On the ultra-HD
it looks fantastic.” Ryder loved his toys. I thought my 48” screen was advanced .
    “I can give or take Clooney. He’s a little played
out.”
    “You don’t like older men?” Ryder whipped his head
around as he was opening the sliding glass doors.
    I laughed. “Older is fine. Not that much older
though.”
    “Just checking.”
    Ryder collapsed on the couch next to me. It was
obvious that we were the first to use the furniture. The sticker was still attached to the armrest. It was gray with random
prints. I was happy that the place was not decorated in a golf motif. He saved that for the bedroom. I noticed his decorators touch
but I was not preoccupied with it. He dimmed the lights with his phone. That
damn thing did everything except wipe his ass. For all I knew, it probably did.
    I could sense the energy between us charging.
    Ryder’s finger was on the button about to press
play. Instead, he dropped the phone and put his sinewy arm around my waist. I
read Cosmo like every other American woman. We were all supposed to have an
erogenous zone. Mine was wherever his hand moved. He pulled me close. Our eyes
met as if there was some imaginary tether between us. His breath was sweet as
the first time it hit my neck at the driving range. Ryder inhaled like he was preparing to take a leap. Tentative, he pulled
back for a moment. I could sense that he wanted to kiss me but he was unsure
how I would react.
    I understood his hesitation. He knew I was much
younger than he was. Didn’t he know that I was a willing participant? I had a
few sexual partners in previous years. I had settled in a nice routine of
having sex with Max but we ended as friends as he left for college. It had been
some time since I enjoyed the touch of a guy. Never the touch
of a man. I was ready. It felt like Ryder was the man I had been waiting
for. He felt safe and the attraction was undeniable.
    Our lips finally met. We began kissing rapidly and
hard. His hand slipped beneath my blue tank top and settled on my belly.
    “Are you okay Jenna?” Ryder asked against my lips
and I nodded. “Come with me.”
    Ryder and I rose from the couch. He pulled my tank
top off and threw it on the floor. I stood in my white satin bra. The alcohol
had taken effect on us both. Inhibitions were gone as he pushed me in the
direction of his room. We didn’t stop kissing and neither of us wanted to. We
weaved in and out of the boxes of his unpacked belongings. He was pushing me
with his body as he pulled me closer. He had a firm grasp on my belt, which he
used to guide me.
    He pulled my head back with a firm grip on my hair
and looked in my eyes. He seemed to be asking if I was all right with what was
happening as if either of us could stop. I was indeed okay with what was
happening. I had wanted him ever since he wrapped his body around me to teach
me how to swing a golf club.
    We fell to his bed. We moved to the hum of the
ceiling fan above. It provided a lovers melody. He
reclined as I mounted him and felt his dick bulging through his jeans. I