Page 35 of Crazy for You

Ryan tore his mouth from hers, and she grumbled in protest. He gripped her hand in his and tugged her after him. She followed him off the dance floor and down a hall in back, even more dimly lit and still pulsing with music. There he pressed her against the wall, lowered his head to hers, and kissed her again, hard.

She slid her arms around his back, drawing him in closer, his big, hard body pressed against hers. His tongue was doing all kinds of magic things that heated her up until she felt like she might melt on the floor in a big puddle of need if he let her go.

Ryan. She slid her hands down his arms, greedy with the freedom to finally touch him, to run her fingers over his tattoos. His skin was surprisingly soft beneath her fingers. He let out a low growl, nipping at her bottom lip while his hands did some wandering of their own. Next thing she knew, his fingers were skimming up the backs of her thighs, palming her ass, pressing her more firmly against him.

“You drive me absolutely crazy, you know that?” he whispered against her lips, his words sending a thrill through her.

“Good,” she gasped. Because she’d never been this crazy for anyone, ever. No one but Ryan had ever made her feel anything this powerful, this all-consuming, like she just might combust if he didn’t kiss her again.

“Promised myself I wouldn’t do this,” he said as he brought his lips back to hers.

“I won’t tell,” she whispered as he kissed her. They kissed until she was seeing stars and his chest heaved against hers. The rhythmic boom of the bass from the dance floor seemed to echo the frantic pounding of her heart.

“I see fucking red just thinking about another guy touching you.” In the dim light of the hall, his eyes glittered, deep and dark as the night sky.

“I don’t want anyone to touch me but you.”

He crushed his mouth against hers. “No matter how hard I try, I just can’t get you out of my head.”

“Same.” She went up on her tiptoes, bringing their bodies into alignment. They kissed again, raw and greedy and desperate.

“I can’t stop needing you, needing this.” He clutched her closer against him, a note of desperation in his voice.

“I don’t want you to. Please, Ryan, stop holding back.”

Her words seemed to unleash something inside him. His muscles bunched like a tiger about to pounce, his fingers gripping tighter on her ass. “So just how bad do you want to be?”

She felt his hard length straining the front of his jeans, and oh my God this was really happening. “So bad,” she whispered.

His hand slid around to cup her over her panties, and she let out a squeak of pleasure. He stroked her through the thin cotton, and she moaned into his mouth.

“Here’s your first lesson.” His gruff words were a whispered promise as his fingers slipped inside her panties. Her body was already on fire from his touch, from his kisses, from the rhythm of the music that seemed to be driving them closer and closer to the edge.

She whimpered, clinging to him as his fingers stroked her toward oblivion.

“Forget those guys on Tinder,” he growled into her ear.

“Done.” Her voice was nothing but a whisper as desire coiled hot and tight inside her. She’d never wanted those guys anyway. She’d only ever wanted Ryan.

Ryan.

“Come for me, Emma.” His thumb scraped across her center and sent her flying.

She buried her face on his shoulder as the orgasm ripped through her, knocking her senseless. When she’d finally come back to herself, she lifted her head. “Whoa.”

Ryan’s eyes blazed into hers, hot and fierce. “You were right. Bad looks good on you.”

Ryan smoothed Emma’s skirt down and took a step back. She looked all flushed and rumpled, still glowing with pleasure, and he wanted her so bad it hurt. His dick was screaming to get inside her, which wasn’t going to happen—not tonight anyway—but one thing was for damn sure: there was no more pretending this thing between them wasn’t happening.

It was fucking happening.

Emma was his, and he was hers, and there was no way either of them could keep on pretending otherwise. Not after tonight.

She glanced around as if just becoming aware of their surroundings, the dim hallway leading back to the pool tables—which were closed during the week—where he’d just gotten her off right here in public. And it had been hot as hell.

She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and looked at him, her eyes still glossy and dazed. “That was…bad in the very best way.”

Hell yeah, it was. “Let’s be clear. You and me? Still a bad idea. But if bad’s what you’re looking for…”

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