Best Friend Next Door (Love Next Door Book 2) *Rough Draft*

Chapter 22

Maybe Christian was right, maybe this was a mistake. How could making passionate love to Melanie be a mistake. It should have happened years ago. This was what he wanted it was what she wanted. He ran his fingers through his stringy brown hair, his pulsed raced just thinking about it. He was a teenager again, and he must have paced a hole in front of his door.

He wanted to call her and see what was taking her. If she was picking lingerie he wanted to call her and tell her that it wasn't necessary. The sexiest thing she could wear was nothing at all. He wanted to to slowly explore her beautiful curves, kiss her soft skin, and go slow. His growing erection may not have allowed that, but he wanted to try.

He took a deep breath and clenched and unclenched his fist. It could be a mistake, what if he couldn't perform. What if she realized that he was terrible in bed and thought he'd make a terrible husband. Deep down, it's what it came down to. This was her taste of what being with him would be like.

I rap on the door almost made him jump out of his skin. He took the two steps toward the door and his hand shook as he reached for the door knob.

His heart collapse as he was met by her big chocolate orbs and warm bashful smile.

"Hey." She said.

"Hey." Was the only response he could muster as he scrolled her frame, that hugged her beautiful figure. Her hair was down and her hair was beginning to wave up again. He hoped that meant those curls would be back. If he didn't know any better he would have thought that she wanted to go out before they hit the sheets, and that he was okay with. There was something unsettling about just screwing Melanie casually. There was nothing casual about them.

As he opened the door wider she strolled in giving him a view as she slowly walked his eyes trailed to the curve of her backside. Her figure was glorious, He was the luckiest man that ever lived.

He didn't know how to begin. He wondered if he should have gotten wine, or he should have lit the fireplace. It was the middle of spring but he needed mood. Then he thought candles. Why didn't he think about candles.

Before he knew it her lips were on his and her soft silky tongue danced in his mouth, her fingers darted for the buttons on his shirt.

"Oh my god, Shags." She whimpered against his lips. She'd finished assaulting his shirt buttons and her hands gripped his ass tightly causing him to jump.

"Hey." He breathed pulling away, "Somebody's eager."

Her lips curved into a breathless smile as she licked her lips and ran her fingers along his collar, "Shaggy, you know I've always wanted this."

He smiled, "I've wanted this too." He rested his head on hers, "But I want to enjoy every moment of it."

"Shaggs," She whined against his lips, "I don't want you to hold back, I want to be ravaged." She growled.

Her eagerness rattled him, he was ready to throw her over his shoulder and show her what all those years of pent up longing did to a man. If she wanted to be ravage, he would ravage her like a barbarian. Just the thought made him his pulse race. He cradled her cheeks pulling her into him fiercely.

Unexpectedly she wrapped her legs around his waist and her teeth sank into his bottom lip. Sje was eager alright and he had never seen this side of her. It was as sexy as it was scary. Had his sweet Melanie turned into a sexual deviant that he couldn't satisfy. He walked over to the other wall to get leverage loving the way she moaned into his lips.

The doorbell rang a few times before Issac looked up. He was going to continue and ignore it until Melanie's legs loosened from around him and she went to the floor. He had to answer it.