The Slow Burn Page 27

He’d done that.

Intent to do what he’d decided he was gonna do, whether she liked it or not, he’d done that, and he’d made it fast so he could get it done before she said shit to piss him off further.

So yeah.

He’d done just that.

To Brooks.

“Honey,” he whispered.

In a flash she was in his space, in his face, her tits brushing his chest, her beautiful face twisted with rage, her mouth shrieking, “Don’t you fucking ‘honey’ me, Toby! Fuck you!”

“Calm down,” he urged quietly.

“Fuck calm, Tobias,” she snapped. “He gets that from his father.”

Pain tore through him as sure as if she’d stabbed him with a blade to the heart and slashed it down to his gut.

“He’s not gonna get it from you!” she finished, poking him in the chest.

Toby lifted both hands to her jaw, dipped his head to put his face into hers and whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. That was so over the line, it obliterated the line. I’m so sorry, Addie. I was pissed and wanted to get done and I didn’t think. Really, honey, believe me. I’m so fucking sorry.”

From close he watched her blink, rage faltering, she started to look confused.

It was cute.

Shit.

And she was close.

He could still feel her tits against his chest, her skin soft on his hands, smell her hair.

Shit.

He needed to take his hands off her so they could talk this out.

He didn’t take his hands off her.

“He crawled after you,” she whispered.

Fuck.

Gutted.

He’d done that.

Toby closed his eyes and his head dropped, his forehead hitting hers.

“He couldn’t handle you dropping off groceries without getting a snuggle from you,” she went on quietly, and Toby opened his eyes. “What’s he going to do if you go to Florida?”

“Addie—” he started, beginning to lift his head.

He got nowhere when she caught his cheeks in her hands.

They both stilled and stared into each other’s eyes.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She was way too close.

And him having his hands on her was one thing.

Addie having her hands on him was another.

“We need to talk,” he told her.

“Fuck talking,” she replied.

And then she kissed him.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

For a beat, he thought of pulling away.

In that beat, the tip of her tongue touched his lips, and nothing was in his mind but opening his mouth and sucking that tongue inside.

He tasted her, finally tasted Adeline . . .

And what was left of him she didn’t already have was lost.

To her.

He closed one arm around her, hauling her tight to his frame, the other hand he shoved into her soft hair and gripped it tight, holding her head steady while he pushed her tongue out of his mouth, thrust his in and claimed hers.

She made a little noise that seared through his cock.

And that was when he was done.

Half a kiss and he broke it, took her hand and dragged her to the stairs.

It wasn’t until they were halfway up that he realized he wasn’t dragging shit.

She was racing up with him.

That made his dick feel so tight in his jeans, he thought it’d break the zipper.

He started taking the steps two at a time.

She started running.

He pulled her into his room, to the side of his bed, let her go and instantly tugged off his tee.

By the time he got it off, he saw her bomber jacket was on the floor and her eyes were on his chest.

“Babe,” he called.

Those eyes lifted to his. “Condom.”

He felt his brows go up just as he felt his dick jerk. “Now?”

She tore off her peach Henley.

Cream lace bra.

Sweet, full tits.

His cock throbbed.

Jesus, fuck.

She dropped her shirt to the floor and whispered, “Now.”

He wasn’t going to ask again.

He reached to his back pocket for his wallet.

Addie moved right in, wrapped her lips around his nipple and drew . . . deep.

Jesus, fuck.

That made his cock weep.

Christ.

He pulled out a condom and dropped the wallet to the floor.

The hit barely sounded before she was moving away, hands to her belt.

He put the edge of the condom to his teeth and his fingers to his own belt.

He had his pants open and was experiencing the relief of pulling his aching cock out while watching her slide her zip down.

“Toby.”

He lifted his gaze to her flushed face, seeing her eyes locked on his dick, her expression filled with a need so extreme, he’d never witnessed the like of it.

Well then . . .

Fuck it.

Toby lunged.

Addie didn’t fight it.

He lifted her and set her on her knees on the edge of the bed, back to him, yanked her jeans over her ass and it came at him again.

That need.

“Toby.”

She was drifting down, jeans around her thighs, settling with her arms tucked under her against his comforter, head turned, eyes to him, ass up, and her pretty, wet pussy was on offer.

She was beautiful. He’d never seen a woman more gorgeous.

But right then, she was a knockout.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he ripped open the condom, slid it out, rolled it on, moved in.

“Addie, baby,” he whispered, gliding the head of his dick through her wet, his attention on her face, his mind torn, wanting inside that pussy so bad, the taste of it was crawling up his throat. Also wanting to slow this down so they both knew they were in the same place in their heads.

“Please,” she whispered back.

Well then . . .

Fuck it.

The head of his cock caught, and he slid in.

And as her tight cinched around him, he watched her eyes slowly close and her lips part, her cheek sliding on his comforter as her head tipped back.

Nope.

Now that . . .

That was a knockout.

And the feel of her sleek closing around him.

Everything.

He looked down at her round ass, the root of his cock the only thing he could see as the rest was embedded inside her. His balls drew up, his throat grew tight, and his chest depressed with fighting back the need to fuck her, hard and rough.

“Toby.”

That came shaky and he tore his gaze off his dick planted inside her pretty, wet pussy and looked to her face.

Her eyes were open and the need was again stark.

She verbalized it.

“Baby . . . please.”

“I’m not sure I can—”

“God, Toby,” she got up on her forearms and arched her back.

Jesus.

Fuck.

“Please, honey,” she begged. “Fuck me.”

His mind was torn, wanting to make this gentle and good.

But his hips responded to her plea.

They drew away, rammed in, her head flew back, that amazing golden hair went everywhere, she moaned, “God, yes,” and his mind got with the program.

He gripped her hips and took her, fucking Addie, Jesus, yes, fuck yes, fucking her fast, powering in hard, driving deep, her pussy rippling around his dick, her body rocking back into his, their flesh connecting sharply, the sounds cracking in the room.

Toby slid a hand around, bent into her, going for her clit.