Perfectly Toxic (Sterling Shore 9)

She’s everything I want wrapped up in one crazy little package.

“Did you do it because of me?” she asks, moving her lips from my hand to my arm.

I release her a little as she kisses her way up, and I try to remember how to speak as she steps into me.

“No. I did it for him. I got all the details of his issues through my lawyers, who contacted his parents. You weren’t even supposed to know about it. How the hell did you know?”

“I believe you,” she says, dragging her lips away. “Now you need to believe me.”

“You’re a self-proclaimed liar, but you want me to believe you?” I ask jokingly, trying to lighten the heady sexual tension she’s pouring between us before my balls explode and my dick leads a mutiny against me.

“I’m also a hypocrite, and I rarely ever say what I mean. There’s no doubt that I’m a little fucked up, and I tend to stick my foot in my mouth more times than I can count. I can continue to list my flaws if you want me to. Then you can tell me yours, since I keep getting you all wrong.”

My thumb strokes over her lower lip, and I hesitate, wondering if I should fuck her then realize it was only out of gratitude that she wanted me. I don’t want her like that.

“Who told you?” I ask since she hasn’t answered how she knows.

“No one,” she states while leaning against the door, no longer trying to seduce me.

I’m so fucking proud of myself for not just taking her right here against the door. It’s taking a hell of a lot of restraint.

Chapter 21

BELLA

Resistance is not what I was expecting, but Ethan continues to surprise me.

“Then how did you know? I told Dale to claim it when you went to him,” Ethan says, frowning. “Did he tell you the truth? I’m kicking his ass.”

Weirdly, Dale never even crossed my mind.

“I never even considered it was Dale. I came straight to you.”

I’m not sure what I’ve said, but something crosses his eyes, and I’m no longer the one trying

to attack him. Instead, he’s suddenly on me, his lips bruising mine with the kiss I’ve been desperate to repeat since the charity ball.

In one move, I’m suddenly lifted off the floor, and my legs wrap around his waist as he holds onto my ass. I’ve never had anyone kiss me with a fraction of the intensity or passion pouring from his mouth to mine, and I can barely think as he starts carrying me.

He stumbles a little, but I’m suddenly being lowered against a wall, and Ethan’s lips are still on mine as my feet hit the ground. His hands start tearing at the front of my jeans, and I reach down, helping him push them over my hips.

Part of me knows we should slow down, but the rest of me is telling that part to shut the hell up and just enjoy this.

I moan into his mouth, as I step out of my jeans, and one of his hands squeezes my lace-clad ass as he jerks me against him, devouring me completely until there’s nothing but him. My hands tangle in his soft, dark hair, and his hand that isn’t squeezing my ass snakes between us, opening his jeans.

I’d help him, but I’m too busy feeling his incredible hair. I swear it’s too soft to be real, and I can’t seem to let go.

With one tug, he rips the flimsy panties off, and I smile against his lips. I’m glad they were cheap lace instead of cotton. I’d have one painful wedgie right now, otherwise, and that’s not as sexy.

My body is lifted again, and my legs wrap around his waist. Nothing gets said as his finger slides between my bare legs, and he groans, feeling how ready I am. I should probably be embarrassed about the fact a little make-out session has turned me on this much, but I’m too concentrated on driving him as crazy as he’s driving me.

I’m still against the wall, still clinging to him with my legs, when he’s suddenly thrusting in. He’s still mostly clothed, and my shirt is still on, but nothing matters when he’s sliding all the way in, groaning like he feels torture and heaven at the same time.

I know the feeling. Those little barbells… I wondered how they would feel, and now I’ll want them all the time.

The kiss gets sloppy when he starts thrusting, and his lips finally break apart from mine as he slides me higher up the wall, giving himself a better angle. My head falls back as the sensations wash over me, stealing my breath, and his lips attack my neck.

It’s just shy of painful when he roughly devours my neck the same way he was taking my mouth, and my body feels equally savaged with each hard, incredibly deep thrust.