The Boy Next Door (39 page)

Amber slowly nodded her agreement, “I can do that.  Are you sure?”

Victoria grinned up at her friend as best she could, “I can think of worse bodyguards.”

Amber laughed, “True enough.  I’ll let him know when I leave.”

Victoria smiled, “I want to interfere with your life as little as possible.”

Amber fell down on the couch next to her, “Please please please don’t say that.  I already love having you here.”

Victoria patted her friend on the back, “Then go on your date and leave me in peace!”

Amber laughed and scurried off to get ready.  About an hour later, she reemerged from her bedroom, showered and dolled up and ready for action.

“Do you plan to come home tonight?” Victoria teased.

“I make no promises!” Amber declared, making the touchdown signal with her arms.

Victoria laughed and swatted her arm as she bounced out the door.

About fifteen minutes later, there was a firm but quick knock on the front door.  Victoria cautiously peered through the peephole and found herself staring at a well-muscled chest barely concealed behind a thin white undershirt.  She smoothed her hair back into its chestnut bun and opened the door slowly.

“Hello there,” she smiled nervously.

“Amber mentioned that you would be alone tonight, but I didn’t think that was a good idea.”

Victoria felt her cheeks color warmly and she stepped aside to let him in.  His eyes raked over her low-cut tee shirt and snug yoga pants, but he moved past her without contact.

His eyes drifted over the mess on the coffee table and he bit back a chuckle.

“Would you like something to eat?” she offered politely.

He twisted back around to look at her, and her entire body flushed warm as she realized the implications of her question.

“I can heat that up if you want a taco,” she offered again, breaking into childish giggles at the terrible pun.

He stepped back towards her and stood within a hair’s breadth of her without touching.  She had forgotten that he was almost a foot taller than her, and the movement of his muscles in front of her eyes was mesmerizing.

“We’ll worry about that later,” he murmured against her ear.

The hot shivers that encompassed her body were almost overwhelming.  She could not believe that she was that affected by his nearness.

She tidied up the mess from their taco dinner, and perched on the edge of the couch next to him.

“Do I make you nervous?  Or do all men?”

She nearly injured her neck whipping around too fast.

“What do you mean?” she asked sharply.

“I just mean, an asshole like that one would be enough to put most women off men permanently.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess.  But no, I’m fine.”

He laid one hand flat against her back and slid it up to her shoulder, “Then relax.”

His quiet deep voice resonated deeply in her ear and she found herself wanting to curl up into his strong chest.  Instead, she slid backwards until she rested against the back of the couch.  He stretched out one long arm behind her, and handed her the remote control.

“It’s your choice tonight,” he offered.

She clicked through until she found what she thought was a safe movie, and tried to breath normally.  She stared at the television screen without really seeing it, until a strange sensual moan filled the room.

Her eyes suddenly focused on the screen and she became mortified that they were watching a very steamy sex scene.

“Oh!  I’m sorry, I had no idea…” she mumbled, trying to click to a different channel as quickly as possible.

He patted her shoulder with the hand that stretched around her, “It’s okay.  I’ve seen sex scenes before.”

She giggled, “I-I-I… just… well, you know…”

His hand stopped patting her, but did not leave her shoulder.  It was settled comfortably there, and it seemed to radiate heat down through her body and into the core of her being.  She could not remember the last time she enjoyed a man’s touch, let alone welcomed more.

The scene on the television combined with the warmth from his touch seemed to be putting Victoria’s body into overdrive.  She suddenly sprung up from the couch, leaving Damian startled and tense.

“Want some lemonade?”

“Wait.  What?  Huh?”

“Want some lemonade?” she repeated.

“Oh, sure.”  Damian blinked in confusion as he watched the curve of her ass sway into the kitchen.

The sudden twitching beneath the fly of his jeans was becoming uncomfortable and he quickly adjusted himself before she returned.  It turned out that his efforts were pointless since he got an eyeful as she bent over the coffee table to set down the pitcher and the cups.  Still in the bent position, she looked up and caught his eyes scrutinizing her generous cleavage.

His eyes darted from her full breasts to the sex scene on television and back again.  She held her position and waited for him to decide.  His blue eyes appeared deep grey when he finally looked up at her face.

Chapter Seven

Victoria met Damian’s blue-eyed stare with her own green eyes.  Despite everything she had been through and all the stories she had heard about him, she was not afraid.  She was ready for someone to see her and appreciate her, and he seemed to be doing both.

The characters on the television behind her moaned exaggeratedly, and she watched as the combination of stimulation made the fly of his jeans stiffen.

“Damian?” she asked quietly.

“Yes Victoria?” his voice was raspy with desire.

In one surprisingly smooth motion, she climbed over the coffee table as he reached for her.  Her arms twined around his neck and he easily picked her up by the waist until they were face to face.

His instinct was to devour her mouth with his own, but he gently brushed her lips with his, taking care around the sore spot.  She gasped softly at the gentleness but was completely overtaken when he raked his teeth along her uninjured jawline.

As much as he wanted to plunder her mouth, he took out his need on her sensitive throat and delicate neck.  He tasted her skin and let his teeth play along the pulse in her neck.  She moaned softly and let him have his way.

Still entwined, he stepped backwards until he felt the couch hit the back of his legs and he sat down suddenly, taking her with him.  She spread her legs so that she knelt straddling his lap, and let his tongue dance over her collarbone.  His mouth tickled its way back to her ear and she squirmed against him as he nipped that sensitive spot just behind.

He groaned as she ground down against him, unable to stop his cock from reaching for her.  It stiffened under the fly of his jeans, and pressed upwards against her.  He dug his fingertips into her ass and held her down against himself, letting their mutual need throb.  She raked her fingers through his dark wavy hair and gripped his neck tightly.

“Victoria…” he groaned deeply.

“Yes, Damian, yes,” she murmured in reply.

He raked his nails up her stomach, taking her tee shirt up as well.  Her full ripe breasts bounced free, and he groaned again as he scratched them with his stubbled cheeks.  She clenched his neck tightly, holding his face to her while she rotated her hips against his swelling cock.  His mouth darted from one nipple to the other, teasing and flicking.  He pulled one taut peak into his mouth and sucked firmly, feeling her arch into his tease.  He rolled the other nipple between his fingers until her breath was nothing more than tiny gasps for air.

She clutched and pulled at his tee shirt, yanking it over his head when he finally released her breast.  His chest was tanned; the flat hard planes of his chest giving way to the chiseled abs that disappeared into the waistband of his jeans.  As though he was just a mirage, she gazed at him and slowly moved her hands out to stroke his body.  He groaned as her fingers taunted and tickled him, and his hips bucked with the tips of her fingers dipped just below his waistband.

“You’re beautiful,” she breathed, relishing the way his body responded to her touch.

He pulled at her legs until they were wrapped around him, and he shifted sideways until she was on her back on the couch.  He crouched between her parted thighs and trailed hungry kisses and wet licks down her tummy until he ran into the barrier of her pants.

He inched them down, nibbling and licking as each inch of skin was uncovered.  The pants finally cleared her lower body and he tossed them to the side, too distracted by the tiny lacy triangle that clung to her wetness.

He nuzzled the triangle impatiently and she bucked towards him.  It had been so long since Victoria had felt anything but her own fingers or the unwanted thrusting of Michael’s unwelcomed advances.

Damian hooked his thumbs into the strings that stretched across the curve of her hips, and slowly tugged the panties down.  He kissed and sucked at the tantalizing skin where her tummy and her leg met her hip.  She bucked harder, willing him to take more of her.  He kissed his way across her mound, exhaling hotly on her wet need without touching.

“Oh god,” she moaned, digging her hands into the couch cushion.

After kissing and sucking his way around her pussy for what seemed like ages, he finally grazed her tiny throbbing bud with just the tip of his tongue and she nearly came unglued.  He groaned deep in his throat as he tasted her sweet spiciness and he buried his face against her.

His tongue found her sweet deep ache and tormented it, teased it, taunted it until Victoria thrashed and bucked with need.  He finally drew her bud sharply into his mouth and flicked his tongue firmly against the taut surface.  She grunted and thrust her hips against his mouth and let out a primal wail as her climax washed through her.  He licked and sucked until she squirmed from the overwhelming sensations and he dragged his wet lips over her stomach.

As he knelt over her prone and naked body, she clutched at his jeans.

“Now, Damian.  Now…” she moaned as she struggled with his zipper.

He lent her a helping hand and slowly dragged the zipper downwards, letting the tiny vibrations tease his cock.  Since he rarely wore underwear, his throbbing cock bobbed into view immediately and Victoria tickled her fingertips up the length.

“Oh dear,” she breathed, “you need some attention too.”

He chuckled, “Perhaps you can help?”

“I know what I would do if my damn lip wasn’t split,” she grinned, wanting desperately to feel his hot velvet skin slid across her tongue.

He stroked himself while she watched until she could not wait any longer.

Chapter Eight

“Please, inside me,” Victoria pleaded.

Her full pink lips were parted as she begged; her hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders; her body still trembling with aftershocks from her first orgasm.  And Damian could not wait for her to calm back down.

He quickly sheathed his aching cock and filled her body in one smooth thrust.  Victoria arched her back and grunted as her body stretched to accommodate his generous girth, and he groaned as her wet heat surrounded him.

He paused for a long moment, letting her body adjust to him, before he slowly pulled back out.  She dug her heels into his ass, trying to spur him back inside.  He was more than eager to accommodate her unspoken request and buried himself back inside her.