So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(81)

All the while, I do my best to push away the little voice in the recesses of my mind sending out warnings.

This is truly nuts.

Plain irresponsible.

After all, I don’t know this guy from—from—well, Adam.

A giggle bursts from my lips just as he pops the snap on my pants.

He pulls up short. “What’s funny?”

I throw my hand over my face, my grin refusing to fade. “Nothing. Really.”

He narrows his eyes.

“Sorry. I had a thought.” I bite my lips together trying to stem the next wave of giggles.

He props up on his elbows. “A thought made you laugh… in the middle of that?”

I nod.

“Care to share?” He quirks one eyebrow.

I lean up to kiss his fur-covered chin. “Not in the least.”

“Sharing is caring.” He pushes up until he hovers over me.

“Who said I care?”

A light comes into his eye like he’s accepting a challenge.

He grins, and his tongue traces the seam between my lips. “I think you will.”

His hand dives into my shorts, and his fingers push between my legs. They glide across my slippery slit.

He lets out a low groan. “Fuck, you’re wet.”

I lift my hips, and his finger sinks deeper.

His mouth finds mine again. His tongue and fingers dip and withdraw in a coordinated rhythm designed to make me lose my freaking mind.

Even though I have no doubt I’ll regret it, I push my clit against the heel of his palm, sending little sparks through my pussy. He grazes that special spot right inside my entrance and rubs it.

I throw my head back and moan as more wetness seeps to my opening.

He pulls away, standing on his knees between my legs. “What were you thinking?”

I look at him through my lashes. “When?”

“What made you giggle?” He massages my pussy, but through my shorts, not skin to skin.

I move toward his touch. He retreats.

“It was nothing.”

“Do you want me to kiss you again?” His knuckles tease the inside of my thigh.

I bite the edge of my lip.

I shouldn’t want him to touch. I should be running the other direction.

I nod.

“Then tell me.” He runs his forefinger over the seam of my pants, right over my pulsing nub. “And maybe I’ll kiss you here.”

Yes, please.

“Fine. I was thinking that here I am kissing you, but I don’t know you from Adam.”

His face goes serious for a moment. “But I am Adam.”

“That’s why it’s funny, silly man.” I prop up onto my elbows and smile. “I don’t do this sort of thing. Ever.”

“Ever?”

I shake my head. “I got married young and haven’t—you know, since the divorce.”

“So, you—it’s been a while?”

I suck in a deep breath and clamp my jaw tight as I nod again.

He grins as he pops his glistening fingers into his mouth. “Damn, that’s good.”

Within three beats of my galloping heart, he’s got my shorts and panties in a pile next to the chaise.

His breath ghosts over my bud as he says, “I’ve got to taste you. Now.”

He drops his head between my legs and covers my clit with the flat of his tongue. The warmth and wetness of his mouth slather sensation over my most sensitive parts as his hands push my knees open wide.

This is crazy.

But…crazy might be good for a change.

Crazy might be the thing that saves my sanity.

I drop to my back, allowing him full access as my fingers push through his silky hair.

He tickles my bud with his tongue, and then slips down to my lower lips, dipping between my folds.

Oh, Gawd.

My hips buck against his mouth. He covers my belly with one big hand, holding me as he suckles my clit. His other hand slides down so his finger can slip into my entrance. He thrusts it into my opening as his tongue circles my nub.

I whimper with pleasure and pant as the coil tightens, bringing me closer and closer to the precipice.

He looks up, his gaze holding mine as he grinds harder against my curls with his tongue and teeth.

His finger slams into me, deeper and deeper. He uses the perfect amount of pressure to keep me at the edge of the cliff, but not send me over.

But then he closes his mouth over my clit and sucks hard, his finger batting against the inside of my pussy, repeatedly swiping across that special spot that makes every muscle tighten and strain closer. I push against him, grabbing at the sides of the chaise, trying to gain some sort of control as wave after wave of heat washes over me and my body lets go. The liquid coiled in my belly unwinds in a delicious ribbon of bliss.

I don’t just go over the edge—I dive off the cliff, head first, into a pool of pleasure.

The hand over my navel migrates so his thumb can massage my twitching clit. Adam’s tongue dips into my slit, sliding up and down and pushing in as he sucks and slurps up my cream.