Toxic: A Bad Boy Crime Novel by Weston Parker

Author:Weston Parker [Parker, Weston]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: BrixBaxter Publishing
Published: 2016-11-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 16

Jenna

"Ouch!" I jerked my hand back from the stove and lifted my fingers to my lips. "Damn, that hurt."

One of the talents I was lacking sorely was cooking. I could pull together a few things, but I was beyond clumsy in the kitchen, which was weird, and not at all like me.

I reached for the oven mitt and covered my hand before trying to hold on to the pot handle. I'd almost whipped the mashed potatoes to perfection when the doorbell rang. Nerves rose up deep inside of me and spread out like tendrils.

"Coming," I called out, knowing that there was no way Nate could hear me. I stopped by the mirror near the front door and fixed my hair a little more. My v-neck fit me snugly, but my skirt flowed out, leaving my hips to be hidden a little. Or so I hoped. I opened the door and moved back as Nate smiled.

"Hi. You look good enough to eat." He moved into the apartment and closed the door behind him before wrapping his arms around me and leaning down to consume my mouth.

I tilted my head a little, opened up for his assault and let myself melt against him. His thick hard body molded against mine, fitting me almost too well. Strong, greedy hands ran over my hips and down my lower back to cup my ass softly as he kneaded my flesh.

"You didn't really need to cook dinner, baby. I just wanted an excuse to come over and make you howl my name." He nipped at my lips before grabbing the oven mitt from me and walking toward the kitchen. "Something is burning."

"Come in?" I reached out and put my hand on the wall next to me as the room spun. The passion between us was blistering hot. I only prayed he felt the same about it, but I doubted it. A man like him would likely never meet his match in the bedroom, but I wanted to at least be remembered as a girl who had given him a good run for his money.

"You can't cook pasta on high, Jenna." He glanced over his shoulder and smiled. "You got something cold to drink?"

"Yeah. Wine and beer. Or I could make tea if you wanted."

"Beer sounds delicious. Grab me one and then take a seat. I love to cook. I'll take care of this."

Warmth traveled from the pit of my stomach out, racing down my arms and up my chest. My nipples ached as my bra rubbed over them. How he could turn me on so quickly was honestly disturbing, and yet there was little reason to fight it. I'd been dreaming about experiencing emotion like I was now for my whole life.

"You can cook, hmm?" I got him a beer, popped the top and moved toward him.

"Oh yeah. There isn't much I can't do." He took it and turned back to the stove as I moved up behind him and pressed myself to his back.

"You give a good spanking for sure.

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