Perfectly Toxic (Sterling Shore 9)

His fingers dig into my hips, and some garbled sound escapes me when pleasure starts to bud in my core. I grip his hair harder, needing something to cling to, and his pace turns punishing.

It’s freaking incredible.

My orgasm slams into me without any warning, forcing me to cry out a bunch of really weird, and possibly stupid things. I’m pretty sure I’d fall if he wasn’t holding me. Pleasure crackles across my body, almost numbing me with its force, and Ethan grunts as he stills inside me.

We’re both breathing heavy, and I’m limply giving him the burden of keeping us both upright as my chest heaves for air. I’m almost tempted to lie and tell him how terrible he is, just to keep his overly inflated ego in check, when he groans loudly.

“I really fucking hope you’re on birth control,” he says against my neck.

My blood turns to ice.

This is the kind of guy who makes smart girls stupid. I’m a nurse. I can’t even count the times I’ve doled out safe sex lectures to people. Freaking eh.

“I am,” I say, still sounding like I’ve just finished a marathon. “But that’s seriously something to ask a girl before fucking her.”

He laughs under his breath, and it tickles against my neck.

“I’ve only gone bareback back in high school. But I’m glad you are, because I want you again, and I think someone stole my condoms.”

I laugh and groan at the same time, and he kisses his way down my neck, making me dumber with each and every little flick of his tongue against my skin.

“There’s another line I bet you use a lot,” I say on a long, dramatic sigh that has him chuckling.

I’ve never made a guy laugh while he was still inside me.

“No, usually I’m the one pushing the glove, baby. I got a little money. Remember? Gotta be careful.”

He pulls back, and his lips brush mine with a softness that doesn’t match the dirty fuck against the wall we just had.

“Oh? But not with me?” I muse, trying to keep things as light as possible, because they could get too real too quickly.

His eyes grow serious, and he pulls me away from the wall, forcing me to hold onto his shoulders when I lose the extra support.

“Something tells me the last thing you care about is my money.”

He carries me into a bedroom, still keeping our bodies joined even as a soft mattress hits my back. Ethan lowers with me, and his body presses down on mine as he keeps eye contact.

“No. I don’t,” I tell him, feeling like I need to say it aloud. “I even pay for the first dates, or I go Dutch if I think it won’t go past a first date. If they make it to a second date, they have to pay. It’s only fair.”

His lips twist in a grin that he tries to restrain. But then his face goes serious again.

“Why’d you come to me instead of Dale?”

“Because I don’t want to have sex with Dale,” I say, still aiming for joking.

He arches an eyebrow that says he wants a serious answer, and I roll my eyes.

“I didn’t think of it being him. Somehow I knew it was you.”

He runs his eyes down my face, studying my lips for a second too long.

“Do you have work tomorrow?” he asks, surprising me.

“Is that really what you want to ask me when you’re still inside me?”

He snorts before bringing his eyes back up to meet mine. “I’m only asking because I’m not letting you out of here before I have to.”

Pretty sure my legs spread a little wider upon hearing that. I’m a shameless girl right now, apparently.