Page 94 of Crazy for You

Too turned on—and captivated—to object, he kicked off his soggy sneakers and shucked his trunks. He spun to face her. Emma was staring at him like he was a lollipop and she needed a sugar fix.

“You really have no business being so sexy,” she said. “It’s just not fair to the female species. How could I resist doing this?” She gripped him in her fist. “Or this?” She sank the fingernails of her other hand into his ass.

He quivered beneath her touch, his dick painfully hard.

She stroked him, hard and fast, then released him and gave him a shove toward the towel. He dropped to it and sheathed himself in the condom, then looked up at her. She looked like a goddess in that hot pink bikini, the red tattoo peeking out on her hip. Just looking at her was almost more than he could bear right now; he was so hard for her, so desperate to lose himself inside her.

She shimmied out of her bikini bottom and climbed into his lap, rocking against him with a needy little whimper. He captured her mouth with his, reaching between them to tease her with his fingers, to drive her as mad as she’d driven him.

She lifted her hips so that his cock pressed against her entrance, and he clutched at the towel beneath him.

“So good,” he ground out. “More.”

“Like this?” She sank onto him, taking him all the way in.

“God, yes.”

“I can’t get enough, Ryan,” she whispered, then she kissed him, her hips pressed to his, his dick fully nestled in her tight, hot body. Their tongues tangled, thrusting desperately against each other while she held herself still in his lap.

He was on fire, burning for her, and it was the most exquisite form of torture.

She pushed him down flat on his back, looking so fucking beautiful astride him, and then she began to move. She leaned forward so that her hair fell in a blonde waterfall over his chest, tickling and teasing him. He thrust up into her as she finally let herself go, riding him with wild abandon. Her eyes were closed, but he kept his open, not wanting to miss a moment.

Her head was thrown back now, her face bathed in the look of arousal he’d come to know as she grew closer to her release. He pushed back his own need so that he could watch her move, watch as she bucked her hips harder and faster against his, panting until, with a cry, she convulsed around him.

He’d been so caught up in watching her that the next thing he knew, his own orgasm slammed into him, drawing a feral cry from his throat as he came. It was a good damn thing he was already lying flat on his back because he wasn’t sure he could move, let alone stand, right now. He drew her against his chest and held her tight until he’d caught his breath.

“I think bad has been good for me,” she said, her breath tickling his chest.

He managed a hoarse laugh. “Yeah.”

“Really is a shame that our clothes are on top of that rock, though.”

“It really is.” Even more of a shame that he’d have to put on his cold, wet trunks to climb up and get them.

“Next time, we hike in our suits and leave our clothes down here.”

Next time. “Yeah.” He lay there for several minutes, just holding her. Then he got to his feet and climbed into his wet trunks and soggy sneakers. “Still worth it,” he said with a wink.

“Totally.” She tugged her bikini bottom back on and reached for her sneakers.

“You stay here.” He picked up her pink towel and draped it over her shoulders. “I’ll be right back.”

Four hours later, Emma was seated at a table surrounded by her friends, halfway through her second beer, and today was definitely right up there as best day ever. She plucked a nacho from the half-demolished platter on the table in front of her, earning a heated look from Ryan as she licked cheese sauce from her finger.

“So have you started packing yet?” Carly asked, snagging a nacho for herself.

Emma shook her head. “I’ve been too busy this week with the memorial, but next week, work will start winding down for me.” She caught Ryan watching her intently. Maybe she’d said too much earlier. She wasn’t even sure where it had come from because she was still committed to moving to Georgia. Her emotions had gotten the better of her for a few minutes there after they jumped, but she wasn’t giving up on her dream.

Ryan was right. She had to go for at least a semester. Even if she didn’t finish her degree, she’d learn valuable skills she could use in her future business. And chances were, once she got there, she’d find the enthusiasm to stay.

The one part she was no longer sure about was what happened after graduation. She’d planned to stay in Georgia, but if Ryan was willing to make a go of a long-distance relationship, she’d happily move back to Haven after she graduated. In fact, even if they broke up, she might come back here after she earned her degree.

Because the people she loved most in the world were sitting around this table with her tonight, and she couldn’t imagine leaving them all behind forever. They were her family, and Haven was her home.

“Hi, guys. Sorry I’m late.”

Emma looked up to see Jessica standing beside their table. “You’re not late. We’re still on appetizers. I’m so glad you could come.” She motioned toward the only empty seat at the table…right next to Mark.

---