Page 54 of The Man Next Door
I finally settle on a blue shirt dress and my favorite brown belt. I pull out my brown Mary Janes from the bottom of my closet, the ones with the sexy four inch heel. I scurry over to my vanity table and refresh my makeup, unfasten my hair clip and let my tousled locks fall over my shoulders.
I like what I see. And I’m hoping he will too.
When I hear the timer go off, I run back to the kitchen to fetch my muffins from the oven. They’re still hot as I carefully insert them in the cloth covered basket.
The muffins are a pretext, and he will know that as much as I do.
I knock on his door. I can’t believe I’m trembling. I bite my bottom lip as I stare at the floor, wondering if he’s even home. I tell myself that it doesn’t matter if he isn’t.I’ll just share the muffins with the girls. But not Claudia. She’s on a diet again—
The door swings open, completely catching me off guard.
He steals my breath away. That’s because he’s shirtless, in nothing but grey sweats. His hair is wet. He’s probably just out of the shower.
Damn.
He doesn't say a word. A slow smile traces his lips as we both stand at his doorway like idiots. I fumble as I hand him the basket of muffins. “These are for you. I just baked them. They’re still hot.”
He grins playfully. “Thank you for thinking of me.”
I nod quietly, suddenly very shy.
“I was actuallyjustthinking, ‘I could really use a muffin right now,’” he teases.
I stare at the floor again. I am so transparent, it’s embarrassing.
Stop teasing, invite me in, and fuck me senseless already.
That’s what I really want to scream, but instead I say, “Well, you’re in luck because I make the best muffins.”
He licks his bottom lip as he studies me for a long beat.
We both know why I’m here.
He takes a step forward, and closes the distance between us. My heart hammers as he leans down and whispers, “Get in here, gorgeous.”
He wraps an arm around my waist, pulls me inside, and slams the door behind us. My whole body melts into him in anticipation of what’s about to happen. He drops the basket on the floor, and presses me against the wall. His hot breath on my neck is pure heaven. “I missed you,” he breathes. “So bad.”
I close my eyes as my whole body heats up. A hand at the small of my back, his intoxicating gaze and a few words. That’s all it takes to completely undo me. “I… missed you too,” I finally manage to say.
He slides his hands under my shirtdress, grabs the flesh of my thighs hard, and hikes me up against the wall.
Fuck.
“Nice choice.” His skilled hand travels between my thighs. His smile is impish when he reaches my sweet spot. “This dress… easy access.”
I throw my head back, delighting in his touch. But I don’t want to come yet. I want him inside me.
I’m aggressive when I pull his sweats over his rear. My hands stroke and play for a beat. The man has a perfect ass.
He groans into my shoulder as his erection finds its home between my legs. “Ugh,” he groans. “Let me go get a condom.”
I wait eagerly as he pulls away from me, dashes to his bedroom, and quickly returns. He doesn’t waste a single second. He pulls down my panties as fast as humanly possible, and sinks into me. He feels so good, I lose all my senses. There is only him. Me. And this amazing feeling.
How can I ever let this go?
