Page 74 of Crazy for this Girl

Not with Laynee.

So, being me, I do exactly what she told me not to do—I act stupid. I stalk after her and slam her spine into the nearest wall and pin her to it with my arms and chest.

"You think I'm going to tell you that I love you, then let you go take a chance on a guy named Troy? I thought you knew me, Tone Deaf."

"I do," she says, lifting her chin to peer up at me. "I know you very well."

"Then you'll know that I want to fuck you until I can't breathe anymore. I want you to sink into my DNA and feel you wrapped around me. I want to hear you scream my fucking name so loud that I can't get it out of my head."

“Sounds like you’re conflicted on that.”

I am.

Because we’re not going to be able to talk about this tomorrow. I don’t know when she’s going to be able speak to me again when I get back to San Diego.

“Make up your mind,” she leers. “You’re always so back and forth.”

My brows snap together. “Excuse me?”

“Sometimes it looks like you want to kiss me, and then you pull back. You don’t know what you want, Cal."

“You think so, huh?” I fingers wrap around one of the belt loops of her jeans and I pull her hips forward to feel my hard cock underneath my towel. “I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life, Laynee. So, one chance...tell me no. Tell me you don’t want to take this any further because we can sit here and talk. I’ll listen faithfully to everything you say like I have for years and be perfectly content with it.”

“Then what?”

She would ask me that.

She would press the matter of things I have no interest in telling her.

“I can’t give you what Troy can.” My jaw tightens at the possibilities I’m so limited to. “I can only give you now.”

Her blues flick between mine, and I’m preparing for her to tell me no. She has to. I don’t want her to hate me, but I don’t crave her to go through what she did with me before either.

"Cal?"

"What?" I exhale heavily because I can’t do this shit anymore. I’m losing her, and it’s a hard pill to swallow.

“I've been waiting years for you. I’ve wanted to be…more. Like Hailee and—”

“You’re nothing like Hailee, and don’t bring up that crazy bitch’s name again.” I reach up and cup the side of her face. "You’re more than any girl I’ve ever stupidly dated. I was so happy and pissed when you told me you didn’t like girls.”

“Pissed, why?”

“Because I knew I’d end up here. I’d act like a moron and you’d be flawlessly tainted by me. That I’d somehow ruin this. But, I didn’t think…you’d wait for me.”

“I like the way you ruin me,” she mutters, biting on the inside of her lower lip. “I like everything about you, Cal.”

“You subconsciously have lowered your standards.”

“Yeah.” I feel her press her small body into mine. “But wouldn’t you rather it be you than anyone else?” She quirks a cocky little brow. “Because it sure seems like it.”

“You know I would.”

“Then do this. I want you to. I’ve dreamed of—” She doesn't have to ask my body again, as my lips instantly slam right back into hers and my tongue finds its way into her mouth.

I'm sloppy and desperate.

I'm making a huge mistake because she thinks at a flick of a switch, I'm coming back home within weeks. I'll be gone for months, maybe even a year or two unless I'm hurt or dead.

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