Page 47 of Crazy Little Thing Called Love

His eyes darkened, gaze roaming over her. He couldn’t see much. The thick quilt still covered her from chest down, but Del stared as if she was laid out on the bed in nothing but scraps of lace and silk. Beneath the blanket and thin cotton nightshirt, her nipples hardened, and dampness gathered between her legs at the look of pure lust radiating from his gaze. His head began to lower, eyes focused on her mouth. Even as her body arched to meet him, her mind screamed this would be the stupidest thing ever.

“Del.”

He stopped, hovering inches above her lips. “Yeah?”

“We shouldn’t.” What am I doing? Why am I stopping? He’s sweet, caring, and the sexiest man I’ve ever seen! That was not her brain, that was her horny haven’t-had-sex-in-two-years self talking. She needed to ignore it, even if it had some very good points. “It will…complicate things.”

“More than they already are?” he asked with a raised brow.

He makes a good point! Her horny self was right. Things were already so damn complicated, would adding sex be so bad? Plus, it gave one more layer of authenticity to their marriage ruse. She was making excuses, but at this point she was beyond caring. She wanted this, wanted Del. Why not take what she wanted?

“Yes or no, Cassie? Your choice. No matter what you say, I’m still your friend. I’ll still help you get your grandmother’s house.”

He was giving her the choice, without stipulations. That sealed it.

“Yes, but it’s still a pretend marriage.” She had to be very clear on that. No mixing emotions in with what they were about to do. They needed the reminder. She needed the reminder.

His jaw tightened for a moment, but then a cocky grin eased his face. “Of course. But, Sassy, there’s no pretending with this.”

He pressed himself against her, and her eyes nearly crossed. The hard, thick length of his erection hit just the right spot, and she couldn’t wait to have him inside her. His lips finally came down on hers. She thought she’d imagined the passion of their last kiss, but she hadn’t. The low burn in the depths of her belly ignited like an inferno, blasting through her body at the first caress of his mouth.

He held himself above her on one arm as his other hand stroked down her neck. He hesitated at her collarbone, then his warm palm glided across her chest before moving to the side to grip the quilt and tug it off. Nothing separated them now but a sheet and her thin sleepshirt.

His teeth gently nipped at her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth with a gasp. Taking advantage, Del plunged his tongue inside and she was all too happy to meet it with her own. He tasted like mint. How was that possible? The man was so damn sexy he couldn’t even have the decency to have morning breath.

Cassie’s thoughts scattered when she felt the soft cupping of his hand on her breast. Tearing her mouth from his, she moaned as pleasure assaulted her.

“Like that?” He chuckled, kissing his way down her jaw, neck, and lower. “How about this?” His mouth latched onto her other breast, through her shirt, teeth gently biting down on her nipple.

She cried out, the sensation racing from her breast straight down to the throbbing between her legs.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

She could feel his smile against her as he continued worshiping her breasts. He worked her over with his hands and mouth, all the while moving his lower body against hers in a maddening rhythm. Need coiled within her. Her hands gripped his head as he moved from one breast to the other, the cotton of her gown now soaked in the spots directly over her nipples. She arched her hips, pressing against him, seeking the completion just out of her reach.

“Del, I need… I need…” What the hell did she need? She could barely think straight with all that magic he performed.

“More?” His head lifted, lips glistening in the soft morning light.

She nodded, and he grinned with a wink. She was starting to like that wink.

His hands continued to caress her breasts as his body moved down, lips pressing soft kisses as he went. All the writhing and grinding she’d been doing caused her night-shirt to ride up so he had no problem gracing feather light kisses to her bare hipbones, upper thighs, and finally—

“Oh, yes, Del. Yes!”

She cried out as his mouth settled where she needed him most. He used his tongue like a master, hitting all the right spots until she was crying out, begging for release. His lips closed over her, sucking gently.

The stimulation overwhelmed her. Bright colors exploded behind her closed eyes like fireworks on the fourth of July. She screamed out something, it might have been Del’s name, as the rush of the orgasm flooded her. “Holy shit!” She panted, trying to catch her breath.

Del raised his head, giving her a cocky grin. “And we’re just getting started.”

She returned his smile, crooking her finger at him. Just getting started? Yes, please. This was one complication she wasn’t going to regret. At least, judging by the look of Del’s hard body, not for the next few hours.

CHAPTER 15

Holy shit just about covered it. Del couldn’t believe how close he was to embarrassing himself from just touching Cassie. The woman was more potent than the strongest of Jack’s spirits. God, just touching her soft, supple skin had his engine revving like never before. Had he ever been this turned on? If so, he couldn’t remember.

Last night, the sight of her flushed, fevered state had him worried. Her sickness circumvented his driving need to have her. No doubt, he’d still wanted her—she was the sexiest woman he’d ever laid his eyes on—a man would have to be dead not to notice—but her illness put a pause on his lust. She wasn’t ill now. Never had he been more thankful for a speedy recovery.

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