The Girl Next Door
The Boy Next Door Chapter 28

Yup. I'm already berating myself for my stupidity but there's nothing to be done about it now. I walked right into the lion's den, thinking I would come away unscathed. That won't happen.

Barely do I get a chance to suck in a breath before his mouth crashes onto mine. With one sweep of his velvety softness against my lips, I'm opening until he's able to plunge inside. Our tongues tangle and its enough to wipe away the knowledge that this is a disastrous idea. My palms go to his chest. Instead of pushing him away, my fingers curl into his shirt, attempting to drag him closer. A growl rumbles up from deep in his chest.

Our lips fasten together, teeth scraping against one another, as our tongues continue to tangle. All of the protests inside my head go silent as a barrage of sensation floods through me. As much as I try to convince myself that Colton is no different from any of the other guys I've been with, I realize deep down inside this is a lie. Colton is unlike anyone else. There is something elemental between us. Electric. Cataclysmic. Every time we come together this knowledge is slammed home almost painfully, making it impossible to ignore.

I have no idea how to go about altering this truth. Hell, I don't even know if it's possible. All I understand is that when I'm locked in his arms and his mouth is claiming mine, I feel more alive than ever before. And that, in a nutshell, is the problem.

How do you go about eradicating an emotion so powerful?

I don't have an answer.

His hands fall from my face, gliding over my chest and belly before arriving at the button of my jeans where they hesitate. He pulls away enough to growl, "I want you, Alyssa. Saturday night wasn't nearly enough."

A groan bubbles up in my throat because he's right. Even as I lay stretched against his car, the warm night air hitting my damp flesh, I realized it. If Saturday night did anything, it was only to stoke all those dormant emotions I had buried back to life. Jokes on me.

They're more alive than ever and clamoring to break free.

"Do you want this?" he asks when I remain silent.

Say no!

Push him away! Do something!

"Yes."

As soon as the word escapes from my lips, the snap of my fly is released, and the zipper tugged down. My fingers skim across his flat abdominals, hovering for a moment, before dipping inside his athletic shorts and wrapping around his hard length. Oh, God.

Memories of what it felt like to have him surging inside me bursts into my consciousness and my panties dampen. We always fit together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle.

As soon as the zipper is lowered, his hand delves inside my panties and parts my lower lips before thrusting deep inside. A gasp escapes from me as a second finger joins the first. My muscles contract around him as pleasure floods through every cell of my body. "You're so f*****g wet." He pumps his fingers, picking up the pace. "I've missed this so much."

Even as the words reverberate throughout my being, I refuse to parrot them back to him. Already I've given him so much more than I wanted.

My fingers tighten around his c**k. Somehow, it becomes even harder, feeling like steel. Another punch of arousal hits me as I remember what it felt like to take him in my mouth. To have his fingers tunnel through my hair and watch him spiral out of control. "That feels so damn good," he whispers hoarsely as I stroke his shaft. "I need to be inside you, baby."

The endearment is like a fist tightening around my heart, squeezing until it becomes painful. Don't do it!

Don't say the words!

This is bad enough!

Allowing him inside your body will only make it worse. It'll be like he's branding you all over again. "I want that, too." "Thank f**k."

He breaks free from me before crouching down and ripping away both the panties and jeans. Once those have been tossed to the floor, he brushes a kiss against my bare p***y before rising to his feet and lifting me off mine. A moment later, we're tumbling onto his queen-sized bed and he's landing between my legs. There's something comforting about his heavy weight pressing down on me. If I close my eyes, it would be so easy to trick myself into believing that everything was the same. That we were the same.

With his shorts in place, his thick erection presses against my heat and a shiver of need careens through me.

His movements still. "Are you sure?"

Yes.

No.

Oh God.

I jerk my head into a tight nod. For better or worse, this is going to happen. Colton and I are like two trains on the same track, speeding toward one another. A head on collision was inevitable. He slips his hand between us and yanks away the material covering him. In one swift movement, he thrusts deep inside me.

Yes!

A whimper falls from my lips as a feeling of fullness suffuses me. It's been more than a year and a half since Colton has been inside my body. A powerful concoction of pleasure infused pain jolts through me as he buries himself to the hilt. Once he bottoms out, he holds himself perfectly rigid. His girth stretches me impossibly wide. I used to tease him about having such a thick c**k, but it's absolutely true. I feel truly owned when he's inside me like this and my p***y is pulsing around him, attempting to adjust to his size. He brings every nerve ending to life.

"s**t," he grits between clenched teeth, "I forgot the condom."

"I'm protected."

Thank God.

I've never allowed anyone but Colton inside my body without one. This is exactly what this guy does to me and I wish with all my being that he didn't. He makes me throw my better judgment out the window.

A grunt of relief falls from him before he pulls out almost completely before thrusting back home again. As he does, a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over me and I forget all about the fact that he's not wearing a condom.

He repeats the movement.

And then again.

With each thrust of his hips, ecstasy swirls through me, building until containment feels impossible.

"f**k, baby," he growls, "I'm going to come."

As soon as he bites out the words, an o****m streaks through me and I chant his name over and over again. Stars explode behind my eyelids and for one glorious moment, it feels like I'm going to pass out. I can't remember the last time I experienced such an intense o****m.

Colton arches his back, continuing to thrust inside me, riding out the wave until his muscles turn lax. As his head falls forward, he buries his face in the hollow of my neck. His warm breath wafts across my flesh as I squeeze my eyes closed.

I can't remember the last time s*x felt so completely mind blowing.

Actually, that's a lie.

It was with Colton.

Huffing out a breath, I force my eyes open and stare sightlessly at the ceiling. I've always been someone who takes responsibility for my actions. Colton didn't force me to have s*x. Nor did he make me do anything I didn't want to in the parking lot of Bang Bang. I allowed this to happen.

Wanted it.

And now I'll be the one who lives with the consequences.

It's almost as if Colton can sense the disconcerting thoughts crashing around inside my head as he props himself up on his elbows and watches me. "Am I hurting you?"

"No." I shake my head, realizing that if there's anyone inflicting pain, it's me.

His voice turns cautious. "Are you all right?"

Rather than meet his inquisitive stare, I keep my attention focused on the ceiling. I need to think about an extraction plan. "I'm fine."

His c**k is still buried deep inside my body. There's a part of me that doesn't want him to pull out. Even though I'm not looking at him, I feel the weight of his stare. It's inescapable. "You don't seem fine."

A sigh escapes as my gaze flickers toward him. Now that the ecstasy has faded, an odd kind of regret rushes in to fill the void. "This shouldn't have happened."

"Don't say that," he whispers, actually sounding wounded by my words which is laughable considering that he's the one who threw me away. He buries his face against the side of my neck for a second time and a shiver scampers down my spine when his warm breath feathers over my flesh. "Give me another chance."

My heart stutters.

No.

s*x is one thing, handing over my heart is an entirely different matter. "Why would I do that when I don't trust you not to hurt me again?"

His breath catches as a heavy silence falls over us.

And that, my friends, is all the answer I need.