Page 45 of The Dollhouse

With a deliberate slowness, I released her wrists, moving to sweep my fingers through the hair on her forehead, tucking the wavy pink strands behind her ears. Those blue eyes were zeroed in on me, and I had to lean my head back to get a clearer view of her. She was literally the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen; I wasn’t exaggerating when I said that, not at all. No man in his right mind would hesitate, not when she was ready to throw all caution to the wind.

Hmm. Maybe I wasn’t in my right mind, then. Maybe it was stupid of me for wanting more, for trying to put a damper on the flames between us. Maybe I was just crazy, and this might be my only chance to have her.

But, even if that was the case, I’d take my chance.

“Of course I do,” I whispered. “And I might be crazy for stopping you now, but… I don’t want this to be a one-and-done kind of thing. I don’t do that, Zoey. I’m the kind of guy that wants more, someone who needs to know that this isn’t just you trying to make up for the time you lost when you were with your ex.”

Bringing him up was a bad idea, a surefire way to get her out of the mood, but it had to be said. I wasn’t stupid. A girl like her didn’t just instantly decide she wanted to sleep with me. It didn’t work that way.

Zoey didn’t shake my hands off, but she did shake her head softly. She set her hands on my chest, gripping my shirt gently as she spoke, “This isn’t about what happened. For once, this is about me. It’s not about me trying to impress someone else, not about me trying to prove myself to anyone. This is what I want to do, Lake.” One of the hands on my chest rose up, lightly running fingernails along my neck. “I want you. I want to be with you. I want to go on more dates and see you turn red more—”

“I don’t turn red,” I muttered, causing her to chuckle.

“You do,” she said, nodding. The hands I had holding her face fell to her sides, gripping her waist as tamely as I could. “You turn so red, especially when you’re babbling. It’s adorable.” She bit her bottom lip, reaching up to poke my cheeks near the corners of my mouth. “And your dimples. I love them so much.”

That was news to me, and a new thought suddenly occurred to me right then: had Zoey been thinking of me as much as I’d thought of her these past few weeks? She’d been kind of standoffish in the beginning, but I never let that deter me, not really. Had I somehow broken through her walls, made her face the fact that she had developed feelings for her new next-door neighbor?

Or was that too much to hope for?

Zoey leaned in, her nose grazing mine as she murmured, “So if you’re worried about this being a mistake, if you think this is just me trying to hook up with you… you’re wrong. You’re so wrong, Lake. I like you.” Her lips brushed against mine as she added, “Let me show you just how much I like you.”

My entire lower gut burned with the words, and I knew right then and there that there was no way I could deny her now. Not after that, not after everything she’d told me.

She kissed me, softly at first, but then the kiss turned into something else. Something far hungrier, faster and harder as her hips dug down, reminding me that she currently straddled me on the couch. Her fingers fell, hands dragging down my chest and stomach, stopping when they touched the bottom hem of my shirt—which she then pulled up and over my head, breaking our kiss just enough to get it out of the way.

This was probably a bad idea. It was, wasn’t it? I mean, I’d never just saidscrew itand slept with someone else before. Then again, I’d never felt this way with anyone else, either. I wanted to be with Zoey, and I wanted her to desire me back in the same way. Wasn’t this naturally the next step, timeframe aside?

Zoey ran those hands up my bare chest, and I could feel the muscles tingling in her wake. I wasn’t an overly-muscled guy, but I liked to think I was okay. You know, I might not have abs, but I did have a flat stomach.

She bit my bottom lip before pulling her head away from mine, a glint in her eyes that drew me in. Zoey rolled off my lap, placing a hand between my legs and feeling me up through my jeans. If I wasn’t already rock-hard, I would be now.

But I was. Rock-hard, I mean. Impossible not to be when faced with the fact that I was moments away from being with the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen.

This was nuts. This was absolutely crazy, and yet I was here for it.

That same hand went to undo my button, then my zipper, and I held back a breath as I watched her drop to the floor before the couch, helping me out of my shoes, my socks, and lastly my pants. I sat there in nothing but boxers, the fabric tented with an obvious boner, and I saw it twitch when Zoey got to her feet and began to strip off her clothes.

First off were her bright shoes. The second thing was her shirt. Third thing that came off was her shorts, and for a moment, she stood there before me in nothing but her matching underwear set. Black and lacy, my eyes could not get enough.

Zoey’s gaze locked with mine, and I sat back, watching as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her breasts spilling out immediately. Her nipples were already hard little points, her breasts large and round. When she dropped her panties, fully exposed before me, she was everything I imagined she’d be and more. So, so much more.

She walked closer to me, bending over me, gravity pulling down her breasts as she snaked her fingers around my boxers and tugged them down, exposing the rest of me to her. My dick stood straight, ready for action, ready to be of service, as every single part of me was, too.

If she’d let me, I’d worship her, but I had the feeling she would rather take the reins on this particular encounter. I’d let her. I’d let this girl do anything and everything to me.

Her hands spread my knees, and she sunk down between them, licking her lips as she flicked those pretty eyes up at me.Was she going to—I couldn’t even finish the thought, because the moment one of her hands wrapped around my length, I forgot what the hell I was thinking.

Having her touch me, feeling her soft skin run up and down my shaft… damn, it felt better than good.

I watched her head bend down, her lips parting, and then I felt what must’ve been the best thing ever: her mouth around my dick, her tongue, running around the tip. My head fell back; I couldn’t even watch. Watching would only lead me to come sooner, and right now I wanted to last. The very last thing I wanted to do was erupt and embarrass myself because I couldn’t keep it in for more than fifteen seconds.

The feeling of her mouth wrapped around my length was something I couldn’t describe. More than words, so much more. Zoey knew exactly what to do to make me feel like losing it. She knew how to suck, how to quicken her pace—and when she went to cup my balls while bobbing her head along me, I squeezed my hands on the sofa’s cushions.

Damn. She was good.

My hips began to jerk of their own accord, and luckily Zoey knew what that meant—that I was close to coming. She pulled her mouth off my dick, licking her lips as she stood, climbing over me, back to straddling me on the couch.

Our gazes locked the moment she reached for my length, guiding it to her entrance, and neither one of us blinked as she sunk down on me, taking me in inch after inch. Zoey let out a flushed sigh, while my chest could only breathe raggedly. When I was fully inside her, she began to rock her hips, riding me on her couch.

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