Free The Boy Next Door by Katy Baker Page B

used to put up with Sarah’s taunts at school? For you, Melissa. I kept hoping that one day you’d come back to me.” There was real hurt in his voice now, so raw it made Melissa’s breath catch. “And the last few weeks have been amazing. But you were just playing, Melissa. Using me the whole time.”
    “Rory, please listen to me—”
    “No, Melissa. I’m done listening.”
    He turned and strode away. Melissa scrambled to her feet. “You can’t just walk away!” Panic made her voice shrill.
    He carried on walking.
    “Rory, please! I love you!”
    He froze. Slowly turned.
    “What did you say?”
    Now that she’d said the words everything made sense. She loved him. Of course she did. How did she not realize that?
    “I love you, Rory,” she said again. “I think maybe I always have but somewhere along the way I forgot.”
    He went very still. Conflicting emotions crossed his face. His voice was husky as he said, “Tell me this isn’t another of your games, Melissa. Please, tell me.”
    She moved to stand in front of him. Tears pricked her eyes and her voice shook as she said, “It’s not a game, Rory. It’s the truth. The lie is what I said to Sarah because I’m an idiot who’s scared of standing up to her friends. It was never a game, Rory. Not for me.”
    She forced herself to meet his eyes, willing him to see the sincerity in her gaze. Still he didn’t move. Melissa held her breath.
    Slowly, he reached out and brushed a tear from her cheek. “It seems like I’ve been waiting my whole life to hear you say that.”
    He bent and kissed her softly, his lips tender and warm as they caressed hers. Melissa closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around Rory’s neck, pulling him close. After a moment his strong arms circled her, crushing her fiercely, protectively, against him.
    Rory’s kiss grew more insistent. His tongue forced her lips apart and slid into her mouth, tracing the line of her teeth and then gently massaging her tongue. Heat began to build in her body. She returned the kiss with growing passion, wanting to taste every inch of him.
    His hands swept down her back, sending goose bumps riding up her skin. He squeezed her buttocks and as he pressed himself against her she felt the hardness of his cock through his jeans. Warmth flooded her stomach. Wetness grew in her pussy, making her ache with desire.
    Oh, how she wanted him. Needed him.
    Rory’s kisses traveled down her neck and throat and Melissa threw back her head to help him. He cupped one breast in his hand, squeezing the nipple through the thin fabric of her t-shirt.
    With a growl, Rory seized her top and lifted it over her head. Obediently Melissa lifted her arms and allowed him to toss the offending garment away. His deft hands reached behind and expertly undid her bra, exposing her breasts.
    The cool breeze dimpled Melissa’s flesh and a stab of apprehension filled her at being so exposed. But all her concerns evaporated when Rory’s lips closed around her breast, sucking the rose-bud nipple into his mouth with enough force to make her moan. A deep, penetrating ache grew between her legs as arousal deepened, sweeping away all her inhibitions. She was ready for him. Oh god, she was ready.
    She squeezed his cock, feeling how hard it was, like an iron rod yearning to pierce her. Moaning, Rory straightened and Melissa took the opportunity to yank his t-shirt over his head and toss it to the ground beside hers.
    In the afternoon sunlight Rory’s body seemed to gleam a burnished bronze and the light played over the rippling muscles of his chest in a way that made Melissa’s mouth go dry.
    She placed a hand over one pectoral, cupping the hard muscle as her mouth descended on the other, taking his nipple into her mouth and flicking it with the tip of her tongue. She was rewarded when Rory’s nipple hardened and a long, low sigh escaped his lips.
    Melissa loved the touch of Rory’s body. His skin was so soft and warm, his muscles so hard