Page 80 of The Boys Next Door

“No. I want to be with you.”

Her face burned. Ian just stared at her, wordlessly, every flicker of his eyelids a pinprick on her skin.

Then, in a flash, her bikini top was off and flying across the room, her curves bare and exposed. Palms closed over her waist, but he waited until she plunged down to meet him, crushing her breasts against his chest. Before her lips could settle onto his, he flipped her over.

Suddenly, she couldn’t hear the shouts and laughter from the backyard, the splashes, the summer sounds of cars rolling by, the birds singing, the leaves rustling. All she knew was Ian’s hot mouth opening to hers, sucking in her tongue with a suddenness that made her gasp.

Ian smelled like pool water. He tasted like the hot sunshine outside. She couldn’t stop, she didn’t ever want to stop tasting him, nibbling on his lips, opening her mouth to his own probing tongue.

His lips were all over hers, her neck, her throat. She cried out as he sucked on her tender skin and her head swam. Her hands roamed over his back, stroking the smooth flesh, digging her fingers into firm muscle, trying to touch all of him at once. Turning her head, she bit his neck in return.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His mouth captured hers again, and her breath caught.

Jesus, she wanted to feel Ian everywhere, take him all the way in, but it was scary as hell too. Admitting his body against hers meant more than a hot crazy hookup with the boys next door. Seeing Ian strip down for her, doing the same for him.

But she needed to be naked with him as soon as possible. When she tugged his hands toward her hips, he swiftly loosened the red bows on her swimsuit bottoms, peeling the soaked fabric from her goosebumped skin.

“Ooh…” she giggled. “I’m all wet, Ian.” She reached for the towel that had slipped from her body. Ian seized the other end. “I need you to dry me off.”

“Say that again.” He yanked the towel from her grip and held it out of the way.

“I need you to dry meoff!” She squeezed her legs around his waist and raked her nails down his sides. The bulge of his cock, rubbing her bare pussy through his wet swimsuit, was driving her insane.

“The first part.” He gave her a little grin. “Say that part again.”

“I need you, Ian,” she said softly. Fuck, yes, she did. Her skin burned everywhere they connected. The June air was warm and sweet. But she needed him to surround her, heat her up even more.

Powerful arms pulled her close. Fluffy fabric rubbed the curves of her breasts and tickled under her arms. Ian moved the towel over her naked body with sure strokes, drying every spot in a way that felt beyond intimate. She couldn’t stop running her hands over his chest and shoulders, feeling hot skin and flexing muscles.

“Hold still, Diana — uh,” he groaned suddenly, when she nipped his salty skin. The towel slipped between her thighs. “No way we can dry you here,” he murmured, that familiar smirk on his face. “You always have such a wet little pussy, don’t you?” Diana shuddered at a sudden squeeze on her mound.

Then the towel fell to the floor. Ian propped himself on one muscular arm, looking down at her so intently that aching need washed over her body. She was alone with him, face to face in afternoon sunlight, wide awake with nothing to fuzz her brain.

“Ian…” she whispered.

“I’m looking.”

She didn’t want to pull her eyes from his gaze, but she needed to look at him too. Her throat was dry again. She licked her lips.

The freckle under Ian’s eye led to the freckle on his chin, then the scar he’d gotten after popping one too many wheelies on the skate ramp, the raised line from his dive into the backyard pool off a tree, and the spot where he’d broken his collarbone after tumbling into the bushes, that time she’d climbed on the roof with the twins.

“I remember that. And that. And that.” She stroked each scar lightly, and he breathed in. “I remember how you took all the blame for me being up there, and how you climbed right back onto the roof the next day.”

A grin flashed across his face. “Just wanted to impress you.”

“Now you say that.”

Ian’s finger touched her jaw, traced the soft skin of her neck, and trailed along the flushed edge of her sunburn, outlining her full breasts and curving hips. His light touch sent sparks through her skin. She did the the same, traveling down his chest with a fingertip. Six inches away, she could feel the heat coming off his body.

“What do you see?” she breathed. She couldn’t stop drinking in the bronzed swells of his muscles, the amazed half-smile on his lips, and the need in his hazel eyes.

“You,” Ian murmured. “Naked in my bed. Beautiful.”

He eased her thighs apart. Fingers opened her wet petals of flesh. Ian’s eyes on the rosy folds between her legs made her nipples harden. More than that — the pure desire on his face sent a trickle of juice from her pussy. When she gasped, he parted her lips even more, holding her juicy entrance firmly exposed to his stare.

Diana moaned, squeezing his waist. Oh God, oh yes. This was so right. She needed to be completely open to Ian’s lust-filled gaze. His hands on her soft skin, unmoving, drove her crazy, but when she bucked her hips, he pressed her thighs down against the mattress.

“Spread open.” Ian’s voice dropped. “Ready for me. I’ve wanted you in my bed for so long, Diana.”