So Toxic(Bad Boy Next Door Book 4)(85)

Suddenly, any reason I had for not fucking this girl is clouded in lust.

Why shouldn’t I have her? She’s here and practically has her hand in my fucking pants.

Screw this shit. A man can only handle so much.

I reach for her, dragging her to my chest. My mouth finds hers, and my hands cup her ass.

She wraps her legs around me, her pussy pressing against my hard-on through our clothes. Her lips are as soft as silk as her tongue slides against mine, and her arms hold tight to my shoulders.

I manage to find the way into the house.

Thank God. There’s a bathroom right across from the garage door.

My hard-on strains to get out of the constricting jeans.

I sweep aside the shower curtain, and she unwinds her legs from around me. Without breaking the kiss, I reach in and turn the knobs.

Kelsey steps back and grabs the hem of her tank top, ripping it over her head.

I smooth my hands down her ribs, over the satin skin of her sides. Then I slide my thumbs up under the elastic of her sports bra, freeing her tits when I pull it off.

My groin tightens again.

She pulls me down to her, latching on to my bottom lip and nipping it with the perfect amount of pressure to send the sensation straight to my dick, while her fingers work the snap and zipper of my pants.

I step back, trying to kick off my boots.

Shit. Laces.

Kelsey grins and leans down, quickly working the double knots loose so I can shed the shoes. She’s on her knees, the top of her head under my hand, her silky hair a little damp from her workout.

Her tongue darts out and wets her lips as she pushes the edge of my waistband down. “Let’s see wh—”

Panic strikes.

I grab her hands and push away from her. “No. Let’s not.”

Her flirty smile fades as confusion takes its place.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I’ve not let a woman really see the damage wrought by the IED and the hell that rained on me and my buddies for the seven or so minutes afterward. I’ve been with a shit-ton of girls, trying to figure out how to get past this issue I have, but it’s usually more of a slam-bam, you’re welcome, ma’am type thing, than anything like this. I keep their eyes focused on my face while I fuck them raw. When they’ve had enough, I bow out with a grin.

Fix this. Fix it now.

“I’d rather kiss you as I drive into that sweet pussy.” I pull her to my chest, wrapping my arms tight around her.

She narrows her eyes and stares into mine for a moment. “So you’re not at all interested in me sucking your cock?”

Kelsey runs the tip of her tongue along those lips, pink and soft and utterly fuckable.

My erection twitches, and I let out a slow breath.

Shit.

She’s going to see right through me.

She’s going to know I’m not right.

She’s going to freak the fuck out.

I lean in and lay my mouth over hers, plunging my tongue in as I slip my hands down her spine and into her pants, grabbing hold of two handfuls of ass. I grind my erection against her pelvic bone.

The bathroom is steaming up pretty good.

Maybe I can use this.

My buddy, Shulls, would’ve made this work—I can make this work.

I let go of her mouth and spin her around so her back is to me, my hands steadying her at her waist.

She gasps. “Wow. That was smoothly executed.”

“What can I say? I’m experienced.”

I strip off her shorts and trail kisses from her nape, down her spine, and over to her hip as I gently urge her into the shower.

She giggles, shaking her ass as she steps into the water. “Your beard tickles.”

I shed my jeans and follow her, pulling her against me, letting my hard-on push against her lower back.

If I can just keep her looking anywhere except at my scarred-up dick, I’m golden.

I grab the soap and the girly spongy thing hanging from the hook. I lather her up, making sure to slip my fingers between her legs, tickling her clit as I rub her pussy.

After I soap up my cock, I pushing it between her ass cheeks, letting is slip and slide in her crevices. “Fuck, you feel good.”

Her eyes meet mine over her shoulder, her smile almost shy. “Thank you. You don’t feel so bad yourself.”

I graze the side of her neck with my teeth, and she moans. Sliding my hands over her wet breasts, I twist her nipples just a tad as I squeeze—

A bang echoes through the shower.

Kelsey pulls away, and we freeze, listening and waiting for—

A tiny, black tornado crashes in and circles our feet with a yowl.

“What the fuck?” I say.

The shower curtain pushes in on us and breaks loose from its hooks with rapid-fire pops as Spike joins the party, landing on his side in a heap of blue plastic.

Claws dig into the back of my leg. “Fuck. Ouch.”

I turn in a circle, trying to grab the little terrorist, but I can’t reach where she’s hooked into the skin on my back. “Get it off.”