The Boy Next Door

Should I stop him from doing this now? I didn’t know that I could if I wanted to.

I gasped as his lips slipped away from mine, nibbling at my jawline and then moving lower. He kept his heated gaze upon me as he licked and nipped at my nipple, making the nub stand out from the flesh like a smooth pebble. He rolled that sensitive bit of skin between his fingertips, and this time I wasn’t arching because the touch wasn’t enough but because it was so damned good.

My legs automatically fell open even wider. I had forgotten all about time, all about the need to get to work. My focus zeroed in on Jayson and the things he could do to my body. The things he was doing to my body.

I moaned with need. Jayson answered with a sexy, dangerous grin. He knew just what he could do with a girl. He no doubt knew just how wet I already was, entrance slicked for him to breach.

He wasn’t there yet, though. He wasn’t through with his teasing.

I knew that like this, he could get me to agree to nearly anything. I wondered if that was all part of his plan: come over here while I was too hungover to really fight him; then when that didn’t work, get me so turned on that I could barely breathe, let alone think.

Still, even though I doubted how trustworthy his motives were, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. I wanted this bad. And I needed it even more.

I clung to the edge of the countertop as he found his way between my legs. I lifted my hips as he tugged my panties down away from my slick folds. He nuzzled between my legs, and I bit back a needy little whimper, not wholly successfully. Where before his tongue had explored every inch of my mouth, he now pressed it into my entrance, seeming intent on mapping out every inch of me.

He slid his fingers into my opening as his tongue moved up along my folds, trailing sensually over my clit. I swore and wrapped my legs around his shoulders, urging him on with no thought to anything except the pleasure that he was giving me.

I barely heard the sound of knocking out front, but Jayson yanked back immediately. It took me a second to realize that someone out there was yelling his name.

I dragged my robe hastily closed even though it wasn’t as though whoever it was would realize that Jayson was here and come bursting inside. Still, I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. Now that I was back to reality, I realized just how late it was getting. I needed to get to work. Besides, did I really want to go down this path? Jayson was hot as anything, but all my apprehensions from before had come flooding back.

Who did I think I was kidding? He was a rock star. He was way out of my league. Even if he had been the one to start the kiss last night, even if he seemed like he was interested in me, I knew that it was only because there was no one else there in front of him. This was just a matter of convenience, because I happened to be right next door to him.

And surely once he’d had me, he would move on to other ladies. This was just a one-time thing, and I didn’t do one-time things.

Whoever had interrupted us, they were still out there, pounding on Jayson’s door and shouting his name. The man sounded drunk. I wondered if he was still drunk from the night before or if he had already gotten started on his day. Either way, it was a cold reminder of the world that Jayson lived in. A world that I wanted nothing to do with.

Jayson grimaced and sighed. “Sorry,” he said, straightening up. “I’d better go deal with him.”

There was a part of me that wanted to beg him to ignore it and go back to what he’d been doing before, but I knew better than to do that. No, it was better that he leave and that we forget all about this.

Still, I couldn’t stop myself from going to the window to watch him deal with the drunk guy. I realized with a jolt that it was the guitarist, the one I had almost kissed the night before. Carter. I half expected him to pick up where he had left off the night before, shoving Jayson and yelling about what a cockblock he was.

But of course, if I had been drunk, Carter had been two steps drunker at the very least. He probably didn’t remember me or the previous night at all.

I shook my head. If I was this hungover, I could only imagine how the man would feel once he sobered up.