Page 46 of Crazy for You

“A woman with a tattoo.” He slid her into his arms, his hands staying well clear of her freshly inked skin.

“Is that so?” She hadn’t had much of an opinion on tattoos until recently, but yeah, she was a big fan now, too. Ryan’s tats were definitely a turn-on.

“I lied,” he said, tracing his fingers over the edges of her bandage. “There’s one thing even sexier than a woman dressed to ride or a woman with a tattoo.”

She looked into his eyes, and the expression on his face could only be described as scorching. “What?” she asked, sounding breathless.

“You.” He crushed his mouth against hers.

Well, she had no idea what to say to that, but the way he was kissing her had rendered her speechless anyway. They were alone together in a hotel room, and her mind was about to overheat with all the possibilities. Ryan kissed her like kissing was an art form and not merely the precursor to sex. Although right now, sex was the only thing on her mind.

“A nice guy would take you to dinner first,” he said, his voice a low growl in her ear.

She whimpered. “How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t want nice. And the only thing I’m hungry for is you.”

“Thank God.” He yanked her up against him, his hips slamming into hers. His dick strained the front of his jeans, making her burn.

She gripped his shoulders and jumped, wrapping her legs around his hips, and oh… Her back slammed into the wall, and he was kissing her like a man possessed, his body pressed against hers. This kiss was different from its predecessor—this kiss said he had to have her or die trying, and God help her, she was about to come just from the feel of him pressed between her legs.

“Hurry,” she whispered, rocking her hips against his.

“Never.” His voice was a growl, his breath hot against her neck. He peeled her shirt over her head, baring her pink bra. A rough groan tore from his throat as he touched her breasts, then his hand slid down her belly, already exposed from where she’d been admiring her new tattoo. His fingers lingered at the edge of the clear bandage covering it. “This has been torturing me all fucking afternoon.”

“My tattoo?” Her skin tingled beneath his touch.

“Your skin, the tattoo…all of it. Killing me that Stephen got to touch you here before I did.” He was touching now, his fingers skimming the lacy trim of her panties.

Emma wanted to do some touching of her own. She gripped his T-shirt and tugged. He lifted his arms so that it slid over his head, and oh my, his chest. A dusting of dark hair covered his well-toned abs, thickening as it disappeared inside the waistband of his jeans. She ran her fingers through it and gave a light tug.

A rough sound tore from Ryan’s throat. He spun them around, tossing her onto the bed. Before she could move, he gripped her jeans and tugged them off, leaving her in only her bra and panties.

“So fucking sexy,” he whispered, nipping at her through the satin of her bra before he popped the clasp, freeing her breasts. He took them in his palms, bringing her nipples into aching peaks with his touch. “I’ve been about to lose my mind this past month, wanting to touch you.”

“Me, too.” She reached for him, sliding her hands over the smooth skin of his back.

“You’re even sexier than I imagined,” he murmured as his hands ventured lower, tugging at her panties. He palmed her ass and squeezed, making her gasp.

Her? Sexy? She’d been called cute. Athletic. Pretty. But Ryan was looking at her like she was a Victoria’s Secret supermodel, and then her panties were off, and she forgot how to think. He stroked her sensitive flesh, and she saw stars.

“Hurry.” She reached for the button of his jeans.

He hissed out a breath. “Really trying not to.”

“I think I can change your mind.” She lowered his zipper, and he scrambled out of his jeans. His boxer briefs strained with his hard cock. She gripped him through the cotton, stroking up and down, drawing a rough sound of pleasure from his lips. He thrust his hips against her hand, and the ache inside her intensified. She slid his briefs down, and his cock sprang free. So thick. So hard. For her.

It was like she went outside her body for a moment, seeing herself and Ryan naked in bed together, the culmination of all her youthful fantasies. Finally. She knew she was grinning like an idiot, but she couldn’t help herself.

“What?” Ryan said, his voice all low and scratchy.

“It’s just…you and me…” She gestured between them, and without warning, a giggle bubbled up out of her. She slapped a hand over her mouth.

Ryan froze, his expression gone wary. “You having second thoughts?”

“What? No!” Her giggles vanished. “No…it’s more like, I can’t believe this is finally happening.”

“Yeah.” He reached for her, pulling her up against him, and then they were frantic again, kissing, touching, groping. He slid one muscular thigh between her legs, his cock pressed against her belly, their bodies rocking together as their tongues tangled. He groaned into her mouth, and she couldn’t wait another moment.

She dove for her backpack where she’d put it down beside the bed, reached into the outer pocket where she’d dumped the contents of an entire box of condoms, and grabbed one of the foil packets.

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