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  1. NUMBER NEIGHBORS
  2. CHAPTER ONE – HANNAH
  3. CHAPTER TWO – HANNAH
  4. CHAPTER THREE – HANNAH
  5. CHAPTER FOUR – HANNAH
  6. CHAPTER FIVE – ISAAC
  7. CHAPTER SIX – HANNAH
  8. CHAPTER SEVEN – HANNAH
  9. CHAPTER EIGHT – HANNAH
  10. CHAPTER NINE – HANNAH
  11. CHAPTER TEN – ISAAC
  12. CHAPTER ELEVEN – ISAAC
  13. CHAPTER TWELVE – HANNAH
  14. CHAPTER THIRTEEN – HANNAH
  15. CHAPTER FOURTEEN – HANNAH
  16. CHAPTER FIFTEEN – HANNAH
  17. CHAPTER SIXTEEN – ISAAC
  18. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – HANNAH
  19. EPILOGUE – HANNAH
  20. THE END
  21. COMING SOON: HOT MESS
  22. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  23. BOOKS BY EMMA HART

He cupped my breast, closing his mouth around my sensitive nipple. He moved his tongue in such a way that it sent tiny fireworks over my skin, and I was only just able to breathe through it when he turned his attention to the other one.

The ache in my body was like nothing I’d ever felt. I didn’t know if it was the effect of having him right here or if it was the anticipation of what was to come. I just knew that I was coiled like a spring, ready to burst at the right moment.

Isaac continued his journey down my body to my waistband. My stomach was twitching with every breath I took, and my thigh muscles clenched when he pulled back to remove my jeans.

He stared down at me with his bright green eyes—eyes that were full of dark lust, neediness and hunger. Eyes that captivated and terrified me at the same time. It took all the focus I had to concentrate on breathing.

He pulled my jeans off and threw them on the floor. His gaze raked down my body, lingering on my hips. “Nice knickers.”

I peered down.

Awesome.

Just. Fucking. Awesome.

I was wearing lime green cotton panties with a cherry print on them, and I was pretty sure these had a slight hole on the ass.

“Well, this wasn’t in the script,” I said brightly.

Isaac met my eyes and burst out laughing, leaning over me once again and kissing me. “Don’t worry. I like them,” he murmured against my lips. “Very you.”

“I don’t know how to take that.”

“Take it how you’re going to take my cock soon—really fucking well.”

Okay, then.

It was hard to argue with that. Especially when it was said in his accent.

Jesus, dirty talk in a British accent was heaven.

Well, any talk was, but dirty talk could probably get a girl pregnant in one sentence.

He crushed his lips to mine, forcing my thoughts to disappear. I ran my fingers over his shoulders—his muscles were tight, his entire upper body completely lean. My hands slid down his arms when he pulled back once more, moving back down the bed.

This time, instead of stopping at my underwear, he hooked his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down my legs. Slowly, he ran his hands up my legs, parting them in the process, and lowered himself to his knees.

Shivers cascaded across my skin, wracking my entire body when his hot breath touched my skin.

He lowered his head, his mouth coming dangerously close to the apex of my thighs. Gently, he flicked his tongue out, teasing me. It took him only seconds to find my clit, and he covered my wetness with his mouth. I could barely breathe as he moved his tongue against me, over and over, teasing and toying with me.

I fisted the sheets at my sides. He wielded his tongue like a weapon, exploring every part of my aching pussy. He paused only to slip a finger inside me, making my hips buck against his hand. It felt so good. Heat flushed through my body as he worked me with both his fingers and his tongue.