Toxic (Addiction #1) (33 page)

Rook stood up and paced the room. “No, I don’t.” Settling into one spot, Rook leaned against the counter that was in the dressing room. He looked defeated, as if he was fighting a battle that he had no chance of winning.
 

“You’re not a slut, you’re…you’re perfect. Everything about you is perfect and hell if I can’t get you out of my mind.”

The dark cloud that was hovering over Maisy’s head slowly started to part as she heard Rook’s words. As if a magnet was pulling her toward him, she started walking in his direction; there was no hope of staying away. He watched her get closer and closer, but didn’t move a muscle. Her heart pounded through her chest at the idea of him pushing her away once again. She didn’t think she could take his rejection. She was so raw from what he did to her on the bus, she didn’t think she could take his crap once again.
 

“Do you want to forget about me?” He nodded yes to her question. “Why?”

“Because life would be easier, to go back to my old ways, to be lost at the bottom of a bottle, to have mindless sex with random women I would never see again, to not have to feel anything and be completely numb to the world.”

She stepped closer to him, trying not to show how nervous she was. “Would your life be better that way?”

Rook shrugged his shoulders in defeat. “I want to believe life would be better, but I know it wouldn’t be. You’ve captured me. You’ve changed me and made me a better man. You’ve shown me what it’s like to feel and to be felt. You have given me one of the most precious gifts in the world, your soul and body.”

“But…”

“But I’m no good for you. I’ve told you that time and time again. I will hurt you, we won’t last and I will ruin you. It’s bound to happen, but damn if I can’t push you away anymore. You’re an addiction I can’t overcome, no matter how hard I try. I crave you every damn day of my life and I have a need to smell you, hold you, and kiss you with every fucking fiber in my sad and pathetic body.”

Maisy placed her hands on his chest as she closed the gap between them.
 

“What if I want to take the risk? What if I want you too?”

Rook looked down at her and she could feel his hot breath on her skin which caused goose bumps to ripple across her body.
 

“You’d be a fool to want that. I’m not lying when I say I will destroy you. What’s flowing between us is toxic. We can’t get enough of it, but it will slowly kill us. I know I shouldn’t expose you to such a thing, but I’m too damn selfish to stop myself. I want you, Maisy. I need you and to hell if I’m going to put your needs in front of mine.”

With that he crushed his lips against hers and set every nerve ending in her body on fire. She knew he was right, what they had was toxic, but she couldn’t stop herself. She felt the same way when it came to Rook Tyler. She needed him, her soul begged for him even though she knew in the end she would die from heartache.
 

Chapter 16

Rook knew he needed to stop; he knew what he was doing was wrong, but once again, his body and his need took over his brain as he pushed Maisy up against the wall of his dressing room. He couldn’t hold out any longer, he knew he couldn’t trust her, but hell if he couldn’t keep his body from throwing itself at her. The burn to have her skin on his was too intense to deny himself anymore.
 

Maisy gasped as her shirt was torn off her body and her bare skin touched the coldness of the wall. Rook stripped his shirt off as well and pressed his body against hers so he could feel her warm innocence rub off on him.
 

His head lowered to her neck so he could inhale her intoxicating scent. She smelled like vanilla and flowers all wrapped up into one. Her smell drove him mad.
 

“I want you so bad,” Rook murmured across her body as he kissed across her collarbone.
 

“Then take me Rook, make me yours. Make us forget everything.”

Rook reached behind Maisy’s back, unclasped her bra with a simple flick of his fingers and watched the fabric fall to the ground, revealing her perfectly taught nipples. His mouth watered as he took in the beauty in front of him. He had been with many women, more than he could even remember and Maisy was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. Her breasts were by no means large, but they were perfect for her body size and so damn perky that Rook thought he would lose his mind from just staring at them.
 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”

“Show me how beautiful, Rook. Show me.”

Growling in the back of his throat, Rook tore down Maisy’s shorts, panties and all, and lifted her up so her legs wrapped around his jean-clad waist while her back was pinned against the wall. She squealed from his abruptness and then moaned from the contact her moist center made with the roughness of his jeans.
 

Rook ran his hands up the sides of her body and grazed the side of her breasts with his thumbs, reveling in the smooth skin she kept for only him. Knowing he was the only man on earth that ever touched her body intimately was one of the biggest turn-ons he ever experienced. She was his, all his. He marked her with his brand and, even though he knew their relationship was bound for failure, he was going to try to make her his for as long as he could.
 

He opened her mouth with his tongue and worked his magic as he gently captured her breast in his hand; he massaged the round perfection while he moved his tongue in and out of her mouth. She tasted like the best high he had ever had, even better. She was sweet, but salty at times, driving his mind in all different directions.
 

She ground her hips against his as he worked her body. Her intensity grew as her legs tightened around his body, indicating that she was getting close to her climax and hell if she was going to climax while dry humping him against the wall. Hell no, she was going to go over when he was deep inside of her.
 

Carrying her to the couch, while she was still wrapped around his waist, he softly placed her on the buttery leather, grabbed a condom from his wallet and then tore the rest of his clothes off. Maisy lay still on the couch while she intricately watched every movement he made, as if trying to soak up every moment like it was their last. Her golden strands fanned out against the contrasting black sofa, portraying the exact picture he had in his head, his edgy angel.
 

She gave him a devilish smile and placed her hands behind her head as she spread her legs for him.
 

Shaking his head and laughing he said, “What have I created?”

“A sex-crazed trollop, now get over here before I finish the job myself.”

“Touch yourself and you’re going to be in some serious trouble.”

He knelt down next to her and traced his fingers up and down her inner thighs, making her squirm against the leather of the sofa.
 

“And if I don’t listen, what will my punishment be?” she asked in a strangled voice.
 

“We will have to have an educational lesson on edging,” Rook replied while leaning down and licking the inside of her thighs, but not ever touching her heated center, where she begged for his touch. He saw the glistening of desire pouring off of her as he licked up and down her thigh. She spread her legs even further and moved her hips toward his face.
 

“What’s edging?” she asked, breathlessly.
 

“I’ll show you, boo.”

He bent his head down even further and placed a kiss right on the center of her folds making her hips buck up in the air as a moan escaped her mouth. He pulled her further on the couch so she was completely lying down. He put one of her legs up on the back of the couch and the other so it touched the ground. She was completely exposed to him and he loved every bit of it.
 

“Jesus, Rook…please.”
 

“Patience, baby. That’s what’s edging is all about.”

Placing both hands on her pelvis, he lowered his tongue and flicked it along her wet folds. Reveling in the taste of her, he continued his light movement, not applying too much pressure, but trying to drive her crazy. He was doing his job because her body was writhing side to side trying to get him to apply more pressure. He kissed her on her inner thighs again, but then moved back to her center, fully inserting his tongue.
 

“Yesss! God, yes!” Maisy moaned, as he stuck his fingers in her and stroked her with his tongue at the same time. “Oh Rook, yes.”

Rook smiled at how his shy little virgin had turned into a very vocal lover in such a short period of time. Her cries of pleasure only spurred him on and made his dick harder than he could believe.
 

Her hips flicked at him again and he pulled himself away from her greedy urges.
 

“What are you doing?” she asked, with her hand over her eyes, trying to catch her breath. “Rook, I’m burning.”

“That’s the point, baby. Edging is getting you as close as possible to an orgasm and riding that feeling out until you can’t take it anymore.”

“Well, I’m fucking there,” she said, as she moved her hand toward her pussy.
 

“Oh, no you don’t.” He swatted her hand away. “That’s mine and no one else is allowed to touch it…without my permission that is. And by the way, you’re not even close to edging.”

“Fuck you,” she spat out, as she wiggled her hips and groaned.
 

“I’m going to take that as a command rather than an insult, but that’s a warning, boo. I make the commands in the bedroom, but I’ll let this one slide since my dick is about to fall off.”

Rook put his condom on as quickly as possible and pulled Maisy to the edge of the sofa. Her head flew back as he once again began to lick her until she was seconds from falling over the edge. He pulled his tongue away just as he felt liquid start to fill her core. She gasped as he pulled away, but he quickly replaced his tongue with his dick as he took no time in thrusting all the way inside of her, almost forgetting that she was as tight as a damn vise.
 

“Oh hell,” Rook muttered, as he grabbed a hold of her legs and spread them further. Her ass was in the air, being held up by him and her elbows were on the couch, supporting her upper half. She was light as a feather, but that wasn’t what was weakening his body. It was the tight hold her pussy had on his dick; he could barely move.
 

They both stilled as they tried to catch their ever-raging breath. Rook looked into Maisy’s eyes and completely lost himself in her beautiful, brown pools. He lowered his head and kissed her lips softly, while still holding her legs. He couldn’t help it, he needed all the contact he could get.
 

Slowly, he rocked his hips in and out of her, sending a burning sensation through his body. She was so tight around him, he could barely breathe. It was as if she was wrapped around his lungs, cutting off his air supply.
 

She moaned as her lids closed, blocking off his view of his favorite eyes.
 

“Look at me, baby. Let me see you come.”

Maisy slowly opened her eyes as they glazed over from pleasure. That was it for him. With one last thrust, he sent them both over the edge. A far distant grunt flew from Rook’s throat as Maisy screamed Rook’s name and matched every thrust with his until every last spasm extracted itself from their bodies.
 

Rook landed on the floor and tried to catch his breath from one of the biggest orgasms he had ever experienced. From his toes to his knees, he was completely numb; his dick throbbed uncontrollably and his heart was hammering against his chest. He looked up at Maisy whose head was leaning against the back of the sofa and her hand was over her eyes, as if she couldn’t believe what just transpired between them.
 

Shucking the condom in the waste basket, Rook gathered Maisy and pulled her onto his lap as he blanketed them both with the wool blanket that was on the back of the couch.
 

Maisy buried her head in the crook of Rook’s neck as he kissed her forehead softly, silently thanking her for being with him, giving him a chance to own her body.
 

“You’re mine,” Rook said huskily.
 

“You’re mine, too. And every little fan of yours better get that through her head.” Rook felt Maisy smile into his chest.
 

“It’s not the girls we’re going to have to worry about. It’s the boys who are going to be making yogurt to your picture on the wall.”

Maisy slapped Rook’s chest. “You’re disgusting.”

“It’s true. You’re fucking hot.”

“I think you might be thinking about Willow.”

Rook lifted Maisy’s chin so their eyes met. “No, I’m talking about you. You’re fucking hot and I can’t get enough of you.” Rook turned somber after he kissed the tip of her nose.
 

“What’s wrong?” Concern laced her voice.
 

“I’m going to fuck this up. It’s bound to happen. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Well then don’t.”

“It’s not that simple. When I do something wrong, can you do me a favor?” Maisy nodded her head so he continued. “Can you remember this moment right now? Remember the way I feel about you, the way we fit perfectly together and the way our souls are molded together. Remember how much I truly care about you and how I’m absolute piss when you’re not around. Remember how I always need to touch your soft skin when I’m around you and how when I see you, my heart lights up. I want you to know that so when I’m an ass, remember that deep down, you’re mine, and you’re the only one for me.”