The Girl Next Door
Chapter 26

Without hitting the lights, it's impossible to tell if we're in a storage closet or an office. Either way, I don't care. I need to get my hands on this girl before I explode. In my jeans.

"Beck-"

I tug her close and seal my lips over hers. When her palms flatten against my chest, I half-expect her to push me away. Instead, her fingers dig into my shirt. My tongue sweeps over her mouth. When her lips remain sealed, I nip at her lower one. She yelps, and I plunge my tongue inside.

The sound of her whimper reverberates inside my brain.

It's the best f*****g sound in the world.

One I want to hear more of.

It doesn't take long for Mia to melt. Her hands slide up my chest before wrapping around my neck and drawing me closer. I'm starving for the taste of her. For years we've been dancing around each other, and I can't take any more of it. Whether she realizes it or not, things are going to change.

My hands drop from her waist to the roundness of her a*s. I widen my fingers before squeezing the softness and pulling her flush so she can feel the thickness of my erection. I'm so f*****g hard for her. No one has ever driven me this crazy. After I've plundered the sweetness of her mouth, my lips blaze a hot trail to her chin. A groan escapes from her when I nibble at the curve of her jawline.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispers.

Is she serious?

I can't think of anything else I'd rather be doing. And I'll be damned if I leave this room without getting my fill of her. She may want to deny it, but she melts every time I put my hands on her.

The black dress she's wearing is dangerous. She looks hot as hell. The moment I spotted her on the dance floor, I knew the night would end with her wrapped up in my arms and my hands all over her body.

My fingers trail from the curve of her a*s to the hem that barely skims her thighs before I give it a slight tug. "Nice dress."

"It's Alyssa's."

"I figured, but you look amazing in it."

"Thanks," she sighs, bearing more of her neck to me.

Does Mia even realize what she's doing?

It's all the invitation I need to continue. My lips roam over the delicate flesh of her neck before drifting to her collarbone and kissing the smooth skin of her exposed breasts.

F**k...I want to rip this dress off her body. Images of her stretched out in my bed flash through my head like a slow-motion picture show.

One hand slides beneath her dress, shoving the slinky material over the curve of her bare a*s. As my hand explores the supple skin, I realize she's wearing a thong, and it makes the erection I'm sporting even more painful. My finger traces the slender length of fabric from the elastic around her waist to her slit. Even through the thong, I can tell she's completely soaked.

"Beck," she moans.

"I need to touch you, Mia." I pause as my heart races. "Do you want that, too?"

A deafening silence crashes around us, and I wonder if she'll deny me. If that happens, I'll have no other choice but to step away.

"Yes."

The breath rushes from my lungs in a painful burst as she gives me the green light to proceed. When I stroke my fingers over the damp material, she arches her body. "Please," she murmurs.

My fingers slip beneath the thong to stroke over bare flesh. I caress her silky lower lips, never once dipping them inside. Restlessly she shifts against me. A whimper of protest escapes when I ease my hand away from her.

"Shh." I press my mouth to hers before swallowing her displeasure. I hook my fingers in the band around her waist before dragging it down her hips and thighs until the tiny scrap of material puddles around her ankles. Now that my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, I realize there's a desk shoved in the corner of the small space. I drop to my haunches and snatch the thong from the floor before shoving the lacy scrap in my pocket. As I straighten, I wrap my arms around her so that my hands splay wide on her naked backside before lifting her from the floor. Her legs band around my waist until her core is pressed against me.

Mia groans, her hips gyrating with need.

F**k...All I want is to feel her naked flesh against mine.

It only takes three steps to swing around and set her on the desk. Once her a*s hits the metal top, I drop to my knees. Anticipation floods through me as I push her thighs wide and bury my face against her heat.

There have been too many times I've fantasized about this moment not to take full advantage of it.

I need to feel her.

Taste her as she explodes on my tongue.

Hot licks of arousal rampage through me.

Even in the darkness, her gaze pins mine in place. She is completely at my mercy. There haven't been many times when I could say that. Carefully, I rub the pad of my thumb across her slit, caressing the soft lips of her p***y. With lazy strokes, I circle her heated entrance. Mia bows her body, widening her legs until she is fully exposed to my touch.

I glance up, wanting to see the pleasure unfold across her features. My fingers tease her, coming close to sinking inside before skittering away. She shifts impatiently as her frustration grows. Every couple of strokes, I slide my thumb over her opening before swiping it across her c**t. Her body tightens as a breathy moan falls from her lips. It's sweet music to my ears.

"Beck," she whimpers, "please."

"What do you want, baby?"

"More."

"More what?" I know exactly what she's asking for. I'm as eager for it as she is.

Unable to resist tormenting her, I press my finger deep inside her tight sheath before dragging it out again.

"God, yes," she breathes.

When her muscles clench around me, I nearly come in my pants.

So f*****g hot.

If I keep this up, I won't last long. But I'm going to have to because this moment isn't about me, it's about the girl I've been chasing all my life. I won't lie, it's a foreign concept to put someone else's pleasure above my own. With other women, it was always about my gratification. I made sure they enjoyed themselves, but I was there for me.

This couldn't be more different.

Mia is different.

All I want to do is give her pleasure. I want to see the satisfaction unfold on her delicate features. I want to feel her muscles contract around me. I want to taste her excitement.

I want it all.

My fingers glide through her arousal before circling the tiny bundle of pulsing nerves. The way her hips move against my hand tells me she's close.

Her growing excitement only increases my own.

Needing to taste her, I lean in and swipe my tongue across the lips of her p***y. The honeyed taste of her explodes on my tongue.

"Beck," she moans, "that feels so good."

Damn right, it does.

"I know, baby," I murmur against her heated flesh. "I want you to enjoy this."

"I don't think I've ever enjoyed anything more." Her voice slurs as if she's drunk with pleasure.

My lips quirk as I nibble at her sweetness. I could stay buried against her soaked skin for hours.

Days.

******g years.

The word forever flickers through my head. I'm not ready to go there quite yet, but I'm not too far from it either. In the back of my mind, it's always been Mia. No other girl has ever come close to making me feel what she does. Somehow, I need to make her mine.

And this, it's a start.

I hope.

When Mia spreads her thighs impossibly wide, I run the flat of my tongue over her core before circling her c**t and spearing it deep inside. When she groans, I do it all over again. We fall into a rhythm as I continue thrusting into her softness.

When her body tightens, and she lifts herself from the desk, I know she's on the verge of splintering apart. I don't change the tempo of my movements. I keep everything the same until she grows frenzied. Until her harsh breathing is the only sound that fills the tiny "Let go," I whisper.

room.

That's all it takes to send her crashing over the edge. She groans out her o****m, spasming around my tongue. I don't let up as she rides the wave, grinding herself against me.

When her muscles finally loosen, she slumps onto the desk with a contented sigh. Her legs stay splayed open as I withdraw my tongue from her sheath and lick her shuddering softness with long, languid laps.

She's so f*****g creamy.

I want to devour it all.

With a satisfied sigh, she stretches out against the metal surface. Her head hangs off the edge. I give her swollen p***y one last kiss before straightening to my full height. The picture she makes sprawled out with her dress bunched around her waist and her body limp from the intensity of her o****m is enough to send me hurtling over the edge.

Even though it's dark, I burn the image into my brain. She's so perfect, it's almost painful. The only thing that could make this moment better is if she were mine.

I step closer, lowering my body to hers until my lips can settle against her mouth. The head of my throbbing c**k lines up to her entrance. When I thrust my hips, she makes a small mewling noise deep in her throat.

I pull back enough to whisper, "I'm giving you fair warning. Your days of running from me are numbered."

Her movements still.

"Do you understand what I'm saying?"

She remains silent as her teeth sink into her lip.

Instead of pushing for an answer, I nip at the plump flesh and tug it from her teeth, sucking the fullness into my mouth before releasing it.

"Are you going to make me chase you?"

"Beck, I-"

I smack a kiss against her lips. That's all I needed to know.

"Challenge accepted."