So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(292)
“You say you’ve changed, Lou, but not as much as you’d like to think. You’re still you. Underneath that tough girl thing you’ve got going on, I still see my Lou, the one who loves deeply and protects those she cares about. And I still get hard just thinking about you.”
And that sets my pulse beating at my clit, longing for him to relieve the pressure starting to build—and he hasn’t even kissed me.
His palm slides up my back, stopping for a tenth of a second to undo my bra.
He leans in, his breath warm on my neck. “You better hold on, Lou, this is gonna be a wild ride.”
He kisses my shoulder, following with a light nip.
Fuck. I want this too much to get paid for it. High dollar hooker was something I never intended to add to my resume. This is even worse than stripping. This is exactly what my mother was. Maybe everyone was right all along. I was just a whore waiting to happen.
Shit.
The gravity of the situation crashes in on me. Damn. But I need this money if I’m going to get the fuck outta this town again and still help Aunt Delores. Good Lord. She can never find out about this. This is why she let me move in; to help me avoid the life my mother would have dragged me into.
I push out of his arms.
He frowns. “Change your mind? I’m not taking you back to that fucking club.”
“Chill the fuck out. I just thought we should set some rules of engagement.”
His dimples make an appearance. “Well, I hadn’t gotten that far, but I’m glad we’re on the same track.”
“Okay. Good. I have at least one non-negotiable thing I need from you.”
One eyebrow quirks before his eyes narrow. He seems perplexed, but only for a moment.
As though a light bulb has just been switched on, he says, “Oh, you mean rules of engagement, as in battle rules. Okay, shoot.”
What the fuck else would I mean? What other kind of engagement is there?
Whatever. “It’s more of what I don’t want. Obviously, no one, and I mean no one, finds out about our—arrangement. Especially Aunt Delores; she’d be so disappointed.”
“No one. And that’s a guarantee.” He snags my waistband and pulls me to him. “That’s enough rules for now. Why don’t you just trust me, Lou? This will be fine. You’ll see.”
“Trust isn’t the issue.”
“Good, then shut up and c’mere.” His arm wraps around my waist.
He traps me in his embrace—the place I want to be the most, the place I shouldn’t want to be at all.
I draw in a shaky breath, his scent filling my brain and muddling my senses.
It’s fine. I want him. He wants me. It’s no different than the other night. Only I get more this time. Hopefully I don’t get so much that it breaks me in half when we part ways.
Just do it.
I let my body take over, shoving the logic of my brain aside as I open the button on Buck’s jeans. The zipper rasps as I pull it down.
He slips his hand around to my nape. His lips crash into mine, and his tongue explores my mouth as though it needs to learn every soft, dark place I have.
I nibble on his lips and our tongues dance. He slides his hands to my breasts, cupping them in his large palms. I push the waistband of his jeans down just enough to get into them and take his dick in hand.
When I free his cock, he groans. His erection fills both of my hands and quite a bit more. I pull my grip up its length to the head.
His fingers frame my ribs. He pulls me closer as he drops kisses on my shoulder. His tongue slips along as he sucks the sensitive skin above the neckline of my T-shirt. When he moves around me, kissing the back of my neck, goose bumps rise all the way down my legs.
In a flash, I’m standing topless before him. My arms instinctively cover my tits, as though he hasn’t already seen them. I swallow hard.
Buck pushes his fingers up under my forearms and sweeps them away from my breasts. “Oh, no you don’t. I’m paying for this, so I get to look anywhere, and everywhere, I choose, as often as I want.”
My breath catches in my throat, and my eyes dart anyplace Buck isn’t. The idea of money changing hands makes this feel different than my teasing him the other day.
“C’mon, Lou, don’t get shy on me now. I just had that ass in my face a few days ago.” He steps closer. The tip of his cock brushes my belly, the bead of pre-cum at its tip clinging to my naked skin. A heat wave shoots through me.
My already wet panties are now drenched. Buck kneels and pops the snap on my jeans, dragging them down. I kick off my shoes and step out of my pants. He kisses the place where my panty-line lays next to the V at the apex of my thighs. His tongue runs along the lace, sending a shiver over me.