So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(214)

Instead, I do what I have to do. “You should probably dress a bit more conservatively too. You don’t need to show so much skin.”

She lets out an exasperated breath, turning to me, her mouth open enough to fill me with the urge to cover it with my own.

She says, “You’ve got to be kidding.”

“With my parents gone, and no Rachel here, it looks bad. And you know my father—heaven forbid we make him look bad. It might slow down the millions filling the coffers every week.”

She gasps. “Since when have you worried what your dad thinks? It seems to me you’ve done everything you can to embarrass him and tick him off.”

“Maybe I have. So what?”

“So now you’re worried about how you and I living next door to one another looks? I mean, it’s not like we’re under the same roof or anything.”

Thank God for that small favor. I’d live with a constant hard-on. I’d probably have to go to the emergency room on a weekly basis for having an erection lasting more than four hours, like they warn about on those commercials.

Really, I only care what my dad thinks about Mo and me, and our non-existent relationship. And I only give a shit about him because he’s a control freak who, at the moment, holds the keys to all of our futures. He dictates there is no relationship. None whatsoever in his words.

I prop my hands at my waist. “Just do what I say and life will be so much easier for both of us this summer.” And I won’t have to take so many fucking cold showers.

“Can you please—just—look—there are only a few weeks until you go back to school. I’ll stay out of your way. I’m sorry you’ve decided you hate me, but—can’t you leave me alone?”

Hate her?

Her words take hold of me, like a vice around my gut. They drive me to act. I rush her, pushing her against the wall, holding her arms above her head, my hand on her wrists.

Eyes wide, her mouth opens slightly. It’s as if she’s begging for my kiss. Her chest heaves, rubbing those full tits against me as she whispers, “What are you doing?”

I run my knuckles down her cheek. “This.”

And I break the rules, like I’ve wanted to do every waking hour since I saw her two weeks ago. Hell, I’ve wanted this since that first summer she lived here.

I skim my mouth across hers.

Damn. Sweet as hell, like cotton candy.

Claiming another taste, I slip my tongue along the seam between her lips. When she opens on a gasp, I take full advantage and slant my mouth over hers, delving in to savor the flavor.

I close my eyes, inhaling her summer scent, all honeysuckle and sunshine. She squirms. I push my knee between hers and secure her with my body, which gives me a raging fucking erection.

Moving my hips, I rub my cock against her. “Does this feel like hate to you?”

She stills, her pupils dilating. A little noise at the back of her throat, a cross between a moan and an exhale, hardens my dick even more. Her heart thuds through her chest into mine.

I dip again and pull her lower lip into my mouth, sucking and nipping. She leans her head back as I move closer, letting my body flatten her on the wall. I thrust my fingers into the hair behind her ears, tangling them there.

Her hands come to my chest and curl against my heart as she returns my kiss. Her tongue plays along, sliding against mine, sending signals to my cock, saying it should prepare for entry.

With my hands fisted in her silky tresses, I pull her head back and deepen the kiss, memorizing the texture of her mouth and her sweet flavor. When I break away both our chests heave and our breaths are short. Her lips are swollen from my kiss—our kiss—and I want to kiss them again.

And again.

And again.

My palms skim along her sides, and I trail kisses down her neck to her breasts. I suck one into my mouth through the cotton dress she wears. I tongue her beaded nipple until the wet fabric lets me outline every contour.

When I find the hem of her sundress, my hands glide up her legs. I take possession of her mouth again as I slide my fingers under her panties. I cup her ass, pulling her hard against my erection; it flexes in anticipation.

Her arms loop around my neck and she looks past me, seemingly avoiding eye contact. But she doesn’t fight me when I slip my fingers to the middle and run them along her seam. I dip low until they flit across the wet place at her center. She doesn’t try to escape; she just makes that sexy as hell sound again.

I drag her closer still and wiggle the finger hovering at her entrance as I swoop in for another long sip of sweetness, kissing her deeper—harder. Then, taking her jaw in my hand, I force her to look at me as I lick the taste of her off my lips.

“I don’t hate you, Mo. You just—shit…” I shake my head. Aw hell. Fuck it. “I want you—God, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any girl. And that pisses me the fuck off.”