Page 47 of Crazy for You

Ryan watched her through heavy-lidded eyes, an amused smile on his face. “You came prepared.”

“Once a Girl Scout, always a Girl Scout.” She ripped the packet open, and he sat back, allowing her to do the honors. She rolled it onto him, feeling him thicken even more beneath her touch.

Ryan was breathing hard, his eyes glittering dark as coal in the dim light of the hotel room. As soon as the condom was in place, he pounced, pinning her to the bed. “Emma,” he whispered, his voice shaking slightly.

“Ryan.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, drawing him closer until the weight of his shaft pressed against her belly.

He stayed that way for several long seconds, while her body burned and his cock pulsed against her. Then he bent his head and kissed her. He reached between them, positioning the thick head of his cock against her entrance. She gasped, pulling him closer, urging him on.

With another rough kiss, he pushed inside. Pleasure surged inside her as he filled her. He stroked slowly in and out, building a delicious friction between them that was so good, so good…

“Christ, Emma,” he rasped, “you feel so fucking good.” He thrust harder, his hips pressing painfully into her freshly inked skin.

“Tattoo,” she panted.

“Shit. Sorry.” He shifted his weight, which somehow seemed to bring him even deeper inside her on his next stroke.

“Don’t apologize…oh God…yes…”

Ryan cursed under his breath then claimed her mouth for another heady kiss. His tongue stroked hers while he thrust inside her, and oh my God, it was like magic.

“Harder,” she whispered against his lips.

He paused for a moment and met her gaze, his eyes impossibly dark, and then he started to move again, thrusting harder, faster, until stars were dancing behind her eyes. He lifted her hips, adjusting the angle of their bodies, and oh shit.

“Yes,” she gasped. “More.”

He reached between them, stroking her with his fingers while he pounded into her, and she shattered.

“Open your eyes,” he said roughly. “I want to see you when I come.”

She opened her eyes as her orgasm crested. Their eyes met. Ryan thrust again, hard, then stiffened as he found his own release. They clutched at each other, panting, their bodies entwined as they rode out the waves of passion together.

He collapsed on the bed beside her, one arm thrown across his face. “Fuck. That was amazing.”

Yeah, it really had been, but to hear it from Ryan’s mouth? Even more amazing. Her body still tingled with pleasure. “It really was.”

Ryan came out of the bathroom to find Emma standing beside the bed, dressed in a slinky black dress that clung to her body just right. She’d put the black boots back on, and they nearly reached the bottom of the dress, revealing just a hint of her pale, smooth legs. Fuck, she was gorgeous.

“You look amazing,” he said.

“Thanks. I figured this wouldn’t bother the tattoo.” She patted her hip.

“Smart thinking.” He crossed the room and pulled her into his arms. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her until they were both out of breath and his dick was straining the front of his pants. “We’d better go to dinner now before we wind up naked again.”

She nodded, reaching for her purse, a happy glow on her face.

And he’d put it there. He felt a primitive urge to pound his chest and shout it to the world. Instead, he took her hand and walked with her out of the hotel and down the street to the Onyx Bar. The place wasn’t trendy by any means, but the food was excellent and the décor was offbeat, with a bit of the edgy feel Emma seemed to be craving. There was even a club downstairs if she wanted to go dancing later.

“Wow,” she said as they stepped through the front door. “This is great.”

The dining room was decorated mostly in black, aside from the white-tiled floors. The music was loud, the lighting low. The perfect place to sit close and whisper in each other’s ears. The hostess led them to a small table near the back. A candle flickered in its center, casting shadows across the dark tablecloth.

Emma leaned in so that candlelight danced across her face. “I love this place already.”

“The food’s good, too.”

“Great, because I’m starved,” she said.

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