Chapter 4 4

His eyes moved slowly down the curves of her body. He felt like the luckiest bastard in the world because her baggy clothes were wet and clinging to her skin, defining her figure.

He kept his gaze steady as he looked her up slowly. She has a slim waist and curvy figure; she seemed to radiate heat and desire. Making his eyes glued to every part of her. He couldn't look away, but his lust was broken when he finally connected his gaze with her face. And man, she looked pissed. A grimace formed on his face. "You must be the girl." He narrowly remembered what Matt had said before. "What? Whatever. This is seriously ridiculous. I came over here to tell you to quiet down and be considerate. And I got thrown into the pool by your asshat of a friend." She quickly pulled her shirt down and crossed her arms self-consciously over her torso. Stefan couldn't help but smirk at the soft blush forming on her cheeks. He leaned back against the counter and stared at her. His normal brain was already extremely dirty. So despite the fact that he was drunk, his mind, without fail, wandered to hot places.

He raked his eyes over her face, wondering what her plump pink lips would look like pressed against the base of his hard length. "Oh...okay. So you're also that girl that got thrown in the pool?" He chuckled and pushed off the counter, walking closer to her. Stefan watched her eyes quickly glance down at his body before locking back with a dangerously red blush on her face. "Can you at least pretend to give a shit?" She spoke again, but her voice was quickly losing its confident edge. It wavered as her eyes started to wander curiously. He closed the gap between them a bit more, his chest filing up with desire as his eyes traced every curve of her body. He couldn't ignore the throbbing desire that only seemed to grow in him the more he looked at her. He put a hand on her waist and looked carefully at her reaction. She shivered, and her eyelids fluttered softly as a tiny gasp sounded on her lips. But she didn't pull away. Stefan grabbed her hip and pulled her roughly into his chest, his lungs breathing the hot air in like a drug. He lowered his face into her neck and inhaled the sweet smell of sugary vanilla. He groaned and dragged his tongue on her skin.

She hesitantly leaned into his body, as if fighting herself. He nearly lost it, feeling her supple breasts press into him. Stefan leaned back from her neck, his lips inches from this mystery woman's. His eyes fell to her lips, and he finally mumbled to reply to her statement.

"I got to be honest, babe; I don't really give a shit. And I'm not sure why you give a shit either. You came to the party, no? Just leave." Stefan stared deeply into her tantalising eyes. She scoffed and backed up against the wall quickly, her chest rising and falling quickly. His eyes fell on her thighs as she squeezed them together. He groaned and imagined his hands all over those soft thighs, dragging his tongue up the inner part.

"I can't just leave, and I didn't come here with any intent of joining the party. I'm your neighbour. I live in the house to your right." She spat, putting a hand on his chest to keep him at a distance. Her soft hand on his skin was nearly enough to distract his drunk self from what she had just said. But he froze.

"What!? You're my neighbour. I thought only an old lady lived on this street. These houses are supposed to be vacant." Stefan sharpened his features and knitted his eyebrows together.

He watched the woman roll her eyes. "The elderly woman lives in the home a couple houses down. The rest are vacant, besides the one next to you. That's mine, genius."

Stefan took a minute to process this. He dropped his head and groaned, "oh fuck me, of course this was too good to be true." "Yeah, sorry to crash your little housewarming party, but you better get everyone under control and turn down this loud ass music or I'm calling the police to do it."

Stefan narrowed his eyes down at her and stepped closer. "Or how about you loosen up and have fun? No one is bothering you." Stefan watched her face twist in anger. She stepped closer and seemed to stand on her tippy toes to not look so pathetic. "Bothering me? Seriously!? I came over here to politely ask you to settle the fuck down because someone threw up in my poor petunia bushes, which is more than kind of me considering it's nearly 2 in the morning! Then, when I got here, some jerk threw me in the pool! Oh, and then, when I finally found the owner of the house and host of the party, he barged into the bathroom I'm in and is clearly plastered." She raised her voice as she spoke. She stabbed her finger into his chest a few times, her face now red with anger.

Stefan's eyes widened, and he blinked a few times, not sure how to respond. She shook her head, gathering up a discarded piece of wet clothing before moving towards the door.

"I swear, Stefan." She got really close; her face was inches from his. His hands felt as if they were twitching at his sides to grab this girl and feel every part of her. The room was hot with anger and desire. Stefan felt like he was suffocating; his drunk self couldn't even open his mouth to speak. He just held her gaze with an intense look.

"This party better be gone in an hour, or you'll have way more problems than just that hangover in the morning."