So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(119)

He leans in and, with a deep, calm voice, he says, “John Bradford is attributed with these words. With your indulgence, I’ll borrow them to close. But for the grace of God, there go I.”

Gooseflesh breaks out on my arms, and the hair on the back of my neck prickles. I swallow the knot in my throat and rub at the sting of tears behind my eyes as I try to imagine this beautiful man wrecked and without a home.

Thunderous applause drowns out all other sounds as Adam receives his own standing ovation for his touching commentary. The man could probably be a politician or a television host with a following of millions, if that’s what he wanted.

As for me?

Right now, all I know is, I want him.


* * *

The ride home is quiet.

I’m full of unasked questions, and Adam seems to be deep in thought.

About his speech? About his comrades in arms? About me? Who knows?

The summer sun has faded, leaving only a faint swath of orange along the horizon.

When we arrive at his house, he hops out and rushes to open my door.

I trail my fingers across his pecs as I step away from the car. “Thank you for a lovely evening, Mr. Hardick.”

“Careful, Ms. Malone. A guy might think you’re coming on to him.” He grabs me and pulls me to him, his arms locking around my waist.

Pushing my hands up to the back of his neck, I rise and nip his bottom lip. “And he might be right.”

A groan comes from deep in his chest as he backs me against the car. His hands find my ass, squeezing.

He wants me as much as I want him. I can tell by the way his tongue delves into my mouth, masterfully, yet softly enough to send warm wetness to my pussy.

He pulls up the back of my dress and slides his hands into the lacy scrap of fabric that is my panties. They pull taut across my clit, and my pussy muscles clench tight.

Headlights from a passing car illuminate the darkness, intruding on the moment.

I push Adam away. “Maybe we should go inside?”

He takes my hand and kisses the backs of my knuckles. “Your place or mine?”

I roll my eyes. “Really? You want to go with that old line?”

He leans in, running the tip of his tongue along the lower edge of my earlobe.

This is probably nuts. I’m likely going to regret this, but something about Adam seems different.

Adam’s breath tickles as he whispers, “I’m going to fuck you so hard and for so long you won’t know where you are. So you’d best decide the location, before you lose your fucking mind under my mouth and at the end of my cock.”

My tongue darts out to wet my lip. “My house. Now.”

He takes my elbow and steers me to my front door. With a slight tremble in my hands, I pull the keys from my purse. Adam takes them, letting us inside. As soon as the door closes, he pushes me against the wall. His lips crash down on mine as his hands hike up my skirt.

My heart thumps, and my nerve endings crackle.

I open my legs. His fingertips ghost over the lace at the apex of my thighs. They push the elastic aside and slip along my already wet slit. I gasp, but he captures the sound with his mouth as his lips glide against mine.

His tongue invades and retreats in rhythm with the thrust of his hand at my pussy. Each time it dives in, his long fingers stroke that place deep inside that tightens the coil of heat. His mouth finds the pulse point on the side of my neck, where he bites just hard enough to feel good as he jams his fingers further inside.

I tilt my hips to give him better access, but he pulls away and sheds his suit jacket.

My finger follows the scar along his jaw.

He’s strong and brave, and, at least for tonight, he’s mine.

I can do this—this casual thing. I’ll have a little fun, but make sure I keep my heart out of it.

I suck in his bottom lip, and he hooks his thumbs into the top edge of my panties. He grabs hold of them and yanks down. I wriggle out of them while he traces my breasts and smoothes his palms down my sides to my hips.

I undo his tie as his hand goes to the button on his slacks.

He kicks off his shoes and pulls a small square from his pocket before he drops his pants.

Adam grins as he tugs his boxer briefs down and his enormous cock springs forth. I slip my finger along the length of him to the tip, where a bead of pre-cum is poised to drip. With the pad of my thumb, I swipe that glistening droplet from him. I stick out my tongue and slather that salty pearl over its tip.

He rips open the condom.

He takes care of protection and guides his hard-on between my legs as he pulls my knee up to hook my leg around his hip.

The head of his erection pushes between my slippery folds.

“You ready for this?”

I nod.

Don’t forget—this is just for fun.

It’s not forever, just for now.

“It’s going to be a long night, Beautiful Girl. So. Long.” Adam rams his cock inside me.