So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(117)
“You’re stunning.”
A plastic smile is in place when she turns to me, as if to answer with the standard thanks, but she stops in her tracks.
Her beautiful smile melts into something akin to shock just before her expression morphs into anger. “NextDoor? What are you doing here? And how did you get my address? I didn’t give it to you.”
“I didn’t need your address.”
She gasps, her eyes widening. “Are you stalking me?”
“Kelsey? Don’t you know who I am?” I reach for her hand.
She draws away as recognition hardens and narrows her eyes.
Uh oh. Time to head this off.
“Don’t say a word.” I grab hold of her upper arms and push her inside, closing the door with my heel.
She opens her mouth, so I cover it with mine.
Her hands fist against my chest, but it only takes the swipe of my tongue into her mouth and she stops pushing at me. When I nip her bottom lip and suck it in, she returns my kiss. Each stroke is met with the same desire I have for her.
My cock springs to attention as I press closer to her.
She fits in my arms like she was made for me.
Maybe she was.
Only when we’re breathless, do I pull back, leaning my forehead against hers. “I wasn’t trying to trick you. You wouldn’t go out with me when I asked—not without being pushed into it. So I decided to check out that site and see what it is you’re looking for in a guy. Call it research. Then I wanted to get to know you better.”
She steps away and crosses her arms. “I didn’t want to go out with you for a reason, jackass.”
“What reason is that?”
“That’s mine to know and yours to not worry about. I told you one date. You can have it now or forget it.”
* * *
In the car, I reach for her hand.
She jerks away. “No.”
“Aw, c’mon, Kelsey.”
“You pretended we didn’t know each other—like you were someone else. I hate being lied to.”
“I did not lie. Not once. You never asked if we knew each other. You didn’t ask my name. You never asked anything that I could have answered that would tell you who I was. If you had, I wouldn’t have lied.”
She shoots me a disgusted look. “I guess we’ll never really know if that’s true, will we? And you, asking all those questions about what I like. As if you didn’t already know.”
“I don’t know. Except the pussy licking—but I did say you liked that. So there.”
She grimaces. “Ew—now I feel gross.”
“Oh, please. You were just as turned on by our little email exchange as I was. Why are you acting this way? You liked it.”
“Sure. Whatever.” She turns and stares out the passenger window, clearly dismissing me.
“You said it didn’t embarrass you to talk about those things. But now you’ve got your panties in a twist—an even bigger twist than the one you like to go along with your doggie style fucking.”
Her hand flies out and smacks my chest. “Shush.”
I shrug. “I think it’s a good little twist. Definitely something I could accommodate.”
Her face falls into her palm.
After a few seconds, her giggle bubbles through the car. “Okay. Fine. I enjoyed it. But it was still rotten of you not to tell me who you were.”
“Would you have even replied to my email the first time if you’d known it was me?”
Kelsey looks at me out of the corners of her eyes. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Well, you know what they say…”
“About?”
I graze the back of her hand with my knuckles. “War and that other thing.”
“You mean love and war?”
Love? Hmm.
A chuckle rumbles out of my chest. “All’s fair, Beautiful Girl. All. Is. Fair.”
FOURTEEN
Try as I might, every time I forget myself and stare, he catches me. Eventually, I give up and smile instead of trying to pretend I wasn’t looking at him.
Adam takes a bite of his rubber chicken, his hazel eyes never leaving mine.
Finally, I tear my gaze away from Adam’s. I push the rice pilaf around on my plate but don’t even bother with the bird.
He gently nudges my arm with his elbow. “You like the suit?”
Should I answer him?
I suck in a deep breath and hold it for a count of three.
I’m supposed to be angry with him.
I’m supposed to be offended that he wasn’t exactly truthful in those emails.
The problem with that?
I don’t want to be mad at him.
What I want is to shove him across this table and tear that suit off of him. I want to climb on top of him and do all the dirty things I’ve been writing about for the last year but haven’t been able to do in real life.