Page 64 of Crazy for You

And she was leaving. He was having trouble wrapping his head around that fact.

When they passed the turnoff to her apartment, he realized she was following him. He couldn’t take his eyes off the road to check his watch, but if memory served, it was only a few minutes after five, and he didn’t have to clock in at The Drunken Bear until six. Which meant he had at least thirty minutes to spend with her.

He wanted to fuck her senseless, but really, any thirty minutes with her would do. A half hour talking about the weather sounded good if it meant he got to be with Emma.

He pulled up in front of his condo and cut the engine. Emma’s SUV pulled in beside his bike.

“You’re working at six, right?” she said as she stepped out. She’d obviously been home since he saw her that morning because now she was wearing a tank top and a long, blue skirt.

“That’s right.”

“Then we’d better hurry,” she said with a wink as she walked toward his front door, already tugging at the top button on her blouse.

Fuck. What did he ever do to deserve her?

“I like the way you’re thinking.” He unlocked the door, and they tumbled inside in a tangle of groping hands and frantic lips. He pressed her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his hips, his cock pressed into her soft body, and he was lost.

Emma whimpered, rocking her hips against his. “Now,” she whispered. “Right here.”

“Here?” He could hardly hear past the blood thumping in his veins. His pulse throbbed, pounded, for her. For Emma.

She reached between them and unbuttoned his jeans. “Yes.”

He slid his hands up her skirt. Her panties were the kind held together by just a string at her hips, a style he found particularly sexy and would usually take the time to enjoy, but today he hooked his finger underneath that string and yanked, ripping them right off her.

Emma let out a little gasp then she wiggled her hips against him with a moan of pleasure. Fuck. He fumbled in his back pocket for his wallet and pulled out a condom, letting the wallet fall to the floor with a muffled thump.

He freed himself from his jeans, rolled on the condom, and pushed inside her.

“Yes,” Emma whimpered. Her big, blue eyes met his. They stayed like that for a moment, bodies joined, him buried balls-deep inside her. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck, clinging to him as he pumped his hips, trying to hold back the frantic need that had overtaken him.

“Harder,” she whispered.

“Fuck, Emma,” he said through gritted teeth.

“That’s the idea,” she said with a laugh that turned into a moan.

He thrust into her so hard his forehead smacked into hers. “Shit. Sorry.”

“This never happens in the movies,” she said with a giggle as she rested her head on his shoulder. “Do it again.”

Christ. His forehead stung, but his cock was so hard it barely registered. He thrust into her again, harder, faster, and Emma hung on for the ride, urging him on with her whimpers and the way her heels dug into his ass. It felt so fucking good. His control snapped, and he pumped his hips so hard and fast he felt almost frantic.

She bounced in his arms to the rhythm he’d set, and then she tensed. Her body clamped down on him, and she screamed with pleasure. “Ryan! Oh…”

Boom. He came like a freight train going off the rails. A primal sound tore from his throat as pleasure slammed through him. His knees buckled, and he lowered them to the floor, his face buried in her hair, breathing in her fresh floral scent as his body trembled with aftershocks.

“Wow,” she breathed against his neck.

“Yeah.”

“We should do that again.” There was laughter in her voice, but also awe.

“Fuck, yes.” They stayed like that, not moving, until he’d recovered his wits enough to remember he had to get to work. He straightened, and Emma climbed off his lap, smoothing out her clothes. She grinned as she picked up the panties he’d ripped off her.

“A worthy sacrifice,” she said as she walked into his bathroom to throw them away.

He stood, zipped his pants, and followed her into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. “Wish I didn’t, babe, but I’ve got to run.”

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