So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(136)

Adam comes even closer to my ear, whispering, “You don’t really think we won’t ever make love again, do you? Really?”

My heart flutters in my chest, and heat flows to my pussy.

All the reasons I should stay away from him are in my mind, somewhere—lost, right along with my words.

I find three syllables wandering around. I grab them and push them out. “We shouldn’t.”

He nibbles at my neck, sending sweet shivers to my core. “Why? Give me a really good reason. Not some shit about how you need someone who wants the same things as you. That’s crap and we both know it. You’re running scared, Beautiful Girl.”

I close my eyes and dig deep for the strength I’ve been promising myself I’d have when the time came. It has to be here somewhere.

“Who’s Jen?”

He stills.

My heart shrivels.

Oh, God. I knew it!

I pull away from him. “Jen? And Maddie? Who are they to you?”

His brow wrinkles. “What do they have to do with anything?”

I throw my head back, glaring at the ceiling.

I suck in a frustrated breath. “I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.”

He slides his hand around to the nape of my neck, gently forcing me to look at him. “Jen is—was—my best friend’s wife. He died at the same time I was injured. Maddie’s their daughter.”

I close my eyes as my taut muscles relax. The air in my lungs rushes out with my relief.

Thank God. He didn’t lie.

I nod. “Okay.”

His thumbs brush my cheeks, and his fingers thread into the hair behind my ears. “Yeah? So we’re good?”

The flecks of brown in his eyes mesmerize me.

He’s not married. He doesn’t have kids.

He’s here, holding me close, and he wants me.

And, good Lord, do I ever want him.

I nod and smile. Somewhere, in the back of my mind, something niggles at me. I’m forgetting something important. But with him so close, staring at me like he only ever wants to look at me for the rest of our lives, I can’t think of what it might be.

Oh well, it’ll come to me.

If it’s important, I’ll remember it eventually.

His lips graze mine as he pulls me even tighter against his chest. His bulging erection presses my belly. Heat permeates, filling me with want and need unlike anything I’ve felt.

Adam grabs my ass and lifts me as he turns us toward the bedroom. His mouth skims across mine, gently, then harder. His tongue slips in and out as he maneuvers us through the house.

A high-pitched ring sounds from the kitchen. Adam pauses in the hallway, stopping and setting me on my feet.

“You need to get that?” I ask.

“I’ll call them back later.”

I grab his hand, pulling him to the bedroom. As I close the door, his phone trills again.

He shakes his head. “It can wait.”

We fall to the bed together, our hands working furiously to get each other out of the confines of these clothes that are in the way of our every pleasure.

It’s been too long since Adam’s been inside me. Too long since he’s wrapped me in his loving embrace and made me feel like the only woman in the world—the only one he wants to touch. The one he can’t touch enough.

A little voice in the back of my mind pitches a fit, trying to remind me of something, but I don’t have time for that. All I have time for is Adam. His hands on my body. His mouth on mine. His tongue setting me aflame with every lick, lap, and tickle.

As his fingers find my folds, grazing them with a gentleness that brings tears, I run my hands over his chest, his pecs flexing under my touch. I tilt my hips, giving him easier access to my entrance.

He smiles against my mouth. “You like that, do you?”

I nod, heat washing up my neck and over my face. Though he’s seen every part of me, and I him, somehow, he still makes me blush.

He sucks my pulse point, moving toward my bared breasts. He circles the tight pebble of my nipple with the tip of his tongue. Shooting sensations make a direct path to my pussy. Warmth gathers in anticipation.

Adam goes further down, laving attention on my navel, before he moves to the crest of my pubic bone. My abs tighten, waiting. Finally, his tongue flicks its way to my clit. Each little swipe across that sensitive spot clenches my core tight, wetting my entrance.

When he moves over me, he nibbles at my lips, teasing as his cock finds my slit, pushing inside as I taste my own cream on his tongue.

The unmistakable clatter of flatware pinging off the tile floor penetrates our pleasure. I pause, but Adam pulls away for only a moment. “Ignore it. We’ll fix it later.”

Then he kisses me harder. His spicy scent envelops me as he thrusts deeply, and I rise to meet him. My breaths jerk each time he rams his cock deep, grazing that part of me that tightens the coil, building the pressure within.