The Girl Next Door
The Boy Next Door Chapter 23

Why is it that when he lays hands on me, all rational thought falls to the wayside? Colton Montgomery has been my Kryptonite for as long as I can remember. It's disheartening to realize that nothing has changed in that regard. No matter how strong I think I am, this is all it takes for me to crumble. His hands coasting over me, singeing my flesh. His mouth...

A shiver works its way through me.

I've kissed a handful of boys since our breakup and none had the capacity to make me feel like this. Not one of them made me forget myself. Not a single person made me feel as if I would shrivel up and die if they didn't take my mouth with theirs. But that's exactly the way it is with Colton.

It's disheartening to realize that a year and a half of separation did nothing to lessen the attraction that churns within me. I want him now as much as I ever did. And I have no idea how to change that. How to kill the feelings still simmering beneath the surface. "Tell me to stop," he growls against my lips. "If that's what you want, you need to say the words."

My lungs fill with air as my head swirls from a potent concoction of Colton infused alcohol. It's dizzying. I open my mouth to tell him exactly that, but the words die a quick death on my tongue, refusing to be summoned.

I need him to step away and give me a little bit of breathing room so rational thought can once again prevail. When he's this close, corrupting every sense, sending every nerve ending into chaos, it's impossible to think straight.

My guess is that he won't give me the time or distance to replace my bearings and come to my senses.

In fact, I know he won't.

Not unless I demand it of him.

And...I'm unable to do that.

After nearly a year and a half of separation, not only do I secretly crave his touch, I need it. With a groan, I tilt my face toward his. That's all the indicator he needs to proceed. His hands slide from my shoulders to my face where they cup my cheeks. His thumb slowly strokes over my lower lip before his mouth slants over mine. One sweep of his tongue across the seam of my lips is all it takes for me to open. His tongue slips easily inside to mingle with my own. The first taste of him has fireworks exploding inside my head before sinking like a heavy stone to my core.

One kiss and it feels like I could self-combust from the pent-up desire simmering beneath the surface for all this time.

"You have no idea how much I missed this," he mutters against me.

Oh, but I do because I feel the same.

His fingers disappear from my face, slipping over the tops of my shoulders, grazing my arms and ribcage, before settling on my a*s. He cups each cheek in the palm of his hands before squeezing them as if testing the weight and feel of them. Electricity sizzles through me at the contact. A groan bubbles up inside me, fighting to break free.

I haven't felt this turned on since...

Well, since Colton.

And that is all kinds of depressing.

As much as I know that this will end badly, the knowledge isn't nearly enough for me to push him away. It's nothing more than a fleeting thought. Here and gone before I can fully grasp it. Or act on it.

I'm so caught up in the feel of his hands and mouth wreaking havoc on my body that I don't immediately realize he's turned me around and walked me backward until my spine hits the shiny metal of his BMW. He pins me in place. The thick length of his erection digging into my belly, leaving me to gasp for breath. I remember all too well what it felt like to have Colton driving deep inside my heat. The mere thought is enough to weaken my knees. If he weren't pressed against me, I'd fall to the ground before melting into a puddle of goo.

How can something so bad feel so damn good?

He nips at my mouth before drawing away. Without thinking, my fingers dig into his T-shirt, attempting to drag him to me. Instead of backing away and giving me the distance I so desperately need, his mouth hovers over my ear, ghosting over the curve of it. Shivers scamper down my spine before he sucks the lobe into his mouth. His teeth sink into the soft flesh and a whimper of need escapes from me.

The fire he ignited in my core bursts into flames as his lips caress their way down the column of my neck. Sucking and licking at my sensitive flesh, drawing it into his mouth and feasting on it. His mouth singes a hot trail across my collarbone before nipping at the tops of my breasts. My chest rises and falls in rapid succession as his hands sweep along my sides before settling on the gentle swells. With a flick of his gaze, he tugs at the slinky material until one b****t is bared to the warm night air that swirls around us. A deep groan rumbles up from his throat as his mouth fastens onto my n****e. Not once do I consider the possibility that anyone could exit the club and spot us.

How can I when Colton is attacking every single one of my senses?

I tilt my head toward the bright star-filled sky and allow the pleasure to crash over me like a tidal wave. Once he's licked and sucked at one tiny bud, he pulls the material up and covers me before lowering the other side and showering it with the same ardent attention.

"I f*****g love your tits."

His words echo in my head.

This isn't the first time he's claimed this. I always laughed when he made the declaration because let's face it, my breasts are fairly non-existent. Wesley's campus is overflowing with girls who are, well...overflowing in that department. But Colton never seemed to mind. When we were in bed, he spent hours worshipping them. And I loved it. They might be small, but they're incredibly sensitive and easily stimulated.

I have no idea how much time elapses before he lifts his mouth from me and slides the material back into place before popping to his feet and pressing his muscular body against mine.

"I've missed you, Lys."

The deep rasp of his voice as he calls me by the nickname makes me melt. It always has. But especially now with his hands all over my body. Other than Mia, he's the only one who calls me that.

"I've missed this," he adds, his mouth descending. As he pushes into me, forcing me to flatten against the metal of the vehicle, my spine curves. Each vertebra bends under his strength. His fingers lock around my wrists before dragging them upward, over my head, and pinning them to the roof. I'm so cognizant of his thick erection digging into me. Of my breasts pressed beneath the steel of his chest. I'm overwhelmed by his presence.

More than anything, I wish I didn't like the dominance, but I do.