Page 206 of Crazy for this Girl

I laugh because we’re one hell of a match made in Clear Lake summer heaven. “You never see yourself wrong.”

“I was wrong to hate you for so long,” she mutters, a twinge of sadness lacing her tone. “I should’ve hunted you down and demanded answers.”

“Does that mean…” Laynee hits me with an exasperated stare at my persistent question before falling slowly to her haunches. A soft quirk of her lips sends my heart racing when she begins to pull at the elastic band of my bathing suit.

“Something like this, Mr. Harper?”

“Geezus Christ,” I growl out. “Stop it, Laynee, unless you want me to act and not think. This conversation I’m trying to wrap up with you is going to fly right out the window in about ten seconds.”

“Admit it, Mr Harper.” Her eyes drop down to my hard chest. “You’ve wanted me on my knees all professional-like since I became your assistant.”

“I’m definitely not going to deny that. I just don’t want to get used to it,” I quip through my taut jaw. “There’s only one floor that separates us now when you work with Elliott. I already scare half the staff so it won’t be hard to get to you, Miss Reese.”

Her bottom lip pushes out in a pout as my hard cock springs free only an inch from her pretty mouth. “So, you’re not going to come down and visit me?”

“It’s too tempting, baby. You’ll get no work done. I won’t get shit done besides hiding my boner from Marie all day.”

Laynee chuckles, then dips her tongue out to lick my swollen tip. “Then maybe we should schedule those meetings, Mr. Harper.”

Her plush lips wrap around my length, and I damn near buckle at the contact. She’s warm and soft, teasing me with the wetness of her seductive tongue and locking her blues on me as she takes me deeper with each bob of her head.

“You look so fucking beautiful down there,” I ground out, coiling my fingers into a ball. “Now you’ve really got me on lockdown from ever letting you go.”

She hums around me, sending a ripple vibration right to my balls. Another two to four minutes, and I’m going to be unloading down her throat and that’s not where I want to do this.

Leaning down to grab her bicep, I heave her up before capturing her lips. I grab her ass and haul her up, loving how she wraps herself around me like she already recognizes she was made for me. By knowing the layout of the cabin like the back of my hand, I carry her to my room without breaking contact from her plush lips to my childhood bedroom.

When I place her on the full-sized mattress, Laynee’s brow furrows as she surveys the room.

“You still sleep in here?”

I shake my head. “No, I want to fuck you in here. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you in this room?” I climb over her body, aligning with her mouth. “Too many.”

My mouth returns to hers as I slide a hand down between her parted thighs. Laynee moans sweetly between my lips, coaxing me to give her what she knows I want. What I’ve been speaking about for days.

Our kiss is slow, devouring the moment. The wasted years of not being together and the loss of her when I thought it best to keep her out of the equation when I went overseas.

“Did you ever think about it?” I kiss her jaw and gradually start to work my way down to the column of her throat. “Or was I the only horny teenager on this side of the lake?”

“You weren’t. I touched myself for the first time because of you.”

I drop my head between the crook of her neck, literally sucked of energy and relief to hear her tell me how much she wanted me back then.

That I’m not a total delirious psycho.

“All the time we could’ve had doing this.” I press into her collarbone with my mouth. “The times I had to talk myself out of climbing up to your room…”

“God, I wish you—”

“Don’t you tell me you wanted it, baby, because it’ll drive me crazy. I already go insane with regretting all the things I didn’t say or do.”

“Me too. I should’ve told you to stop dating other girls and pay attention to what was in front of you. I should’ve played you the Mandy Moore song Crush.”

“If there is anything that I’m glad you didn’t do, it’d be that.” She lets out a low and satisfied groan as my lips start to suck and make out with her neck, not necessarily giving a shit that it leaves marks. Any she’d give me, I’d wear proudly.

“You’d love it.”

“I love you, so…I’d deal with it.”

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