The Boy Next Door

Chapter One

The Boy Next Door-

One:

Her head throbbed in time with the ache throbbing between her thighs and the racing of her heartbeat against her ribcage. His mint flavored breath blew across her flushed, red cheeks, her throat closed around the words wanting to escape. How embarrassing would it be if I asked him to kiss me now?

Samara's hands clenched on the couch cushions beneath her butt, bare feet tapping restlessly on the hard wood of her living room floor. He shined the small flashlight in her eyes once more, flickering the light back and forth between one eye and the other. Colton's hand clenched in the strands of her hair, tugging gently on the brown locks to tilt her head back.

The sting in her scalp had her core throbbing faster, her juices flowing harder. Christ, he's barely touching me and I'm already gonna have to change my panties. How pathetic was it that she was already wet and needy? The man thought she had a possible concussion for God's sake! And here she was on the verge of begging for something she wasn't even sure she should want.

“How's your head, Sammy?” Jimmy asked worriedly from the front doorway of her apartment. Brown eyes concerned, lips set in a thin line he looked nothing like the man who'd kicked her front door in only moments ago. “I'm really sorry, baby doll. I didn't know you were right behind the door-”

Jimmy's fiancée, Leanna, smacked him across the back of his head, dark eyes narrowed in irritation. “You shouldn't have kicked her door in anyway!”

Samara winced at the screeching tone Leanne took, one hand lifting from the couch to rub at her temple. “Could you not scream at each other, please? In case you haven't noticed I'm hungover with a possible concussion.” She sighed, tilting her head to the side when Colton's fingers slid down to her neck, rubbing small soothing circles in her skin.

“You don't have a concussion, but you'll have a headache for a good while.” His breath blew across the taste buds on her tongue when she licked her lips and she had the outrageous urge to lean forward and lick his. “Your front door, though-you'll have to wait until Monday to get the locks repaired.”

Samara nodded, not moving her gaze from his lips when he spoke. She could feel her mouth watering from his proximity, her fingers itching to bury themselves in the dark locks of his hair. She wanted to touch it, if only to see if it was as soft as it looked. If it were as soft as it was in her dreams.

Leanna's shoulders shaking in silent laughter caught her eye from over Colton's shoulder and Samara flushed bright red. “Come on Jimmy, its time to change Leo.” She grabbed her fiancé's arm tugging gently to draw his attention, but Jimmy refused to be moved.

“Nu-uh, I don't know what you feed that kid but it stinks when it comes out the other end. You can go change him, I'll just stay right here with Sammy and Colton.” Jimmy nodded decisively, crossing his arms over his chest. His brown eyes narrowed on Colton's hand at the back of her neck, as well as the one settled just under her breast.

“Jimmy,” Samara sighed. “Go home. I'm fine, you heard Colton. We'll just have to reschedule lunch, okay?” She pleaded with her eyes for her life long friend's soon to be husband to leave despite the paranoid thoughts she knew he had.