Page 48 of Crazy Little Thing Called Love

He crawled his way up her glorious, naked body, trembling with the need to take her hard and fast. As much as he wanted to, he wouldn’t. Cassie deserved better than a hard, quick screw their first time. Maybe their second time. Or third.

Her bare flesh was still rosy pink due to her recent release, and thankfully, not the return of her fever. Now he was the one who burned. Burned with a fire of need. For her. Damn, but those soft little moans of hers got to him. He’d gladly worship her body day and night if she’d make those sweet sounds in his ear. Turned him the hell on.

Seemed like everything about this woman turned him on. Her body, her personality, hell, even the way she called him on his shit got his motor running. Oh yeah, he’d had a few teacher and naughty student fantasies about Cassie before. Maybe one day he’d convince her to play—

What the hell was he thinking? This wasn’t a real relationship. She’d made that pretty damn clear before they started. Sure, they were getting married, but it wasn’t a real marriage and this…whatever the hell they were doing, wasn’t anything permanent. Odd, considering he’d never had trouble separating sex and emotions before.

But Cassie was different.

She wasn’t some hot chick he met on a fun night out in Denver. He’d see Cassie tomorrow and the next day and the next. Hell, they were going to live together soon as man and wife. Even if it was all a ruse, they’d still be in close proximity. Sharing a house, sharing a…bed? From what they experienced together so far, he sure as hell hoped so.

“Delta, that was amazing.”

“You’re amazing.” And he loved it when she purred his name like that in her sex kitten voice. “And we’re not done yet, sweetheart.”

She graced him with a coy smile. “Oh, really?”

“You bet your sexy little ass.”

He grabbed said ass to emphasize his point. She let out a small squeal, body twitching in surprise. The move pressed her closer. He groaned at the sensation of her warm, silky skin pressed against his. Since they were both naked, nothing stood in the way, and he felt every magnificent inch of her.

“Mmm, poor Del.” Her voice went husky as she reached down and encircled his cock in a firm grip. “You must be aching.”

Understatement of the century.

He let out a loud groan when she slid her hand up and down, stroking him with perfection. His body trembled with the need to come, the pleasure almost painful. But he didn’t want to finish things like this their first time. As hot as this little fantasy-come-to-life was, he wanted to be inside her. Now.

His hand gripped her wrist, pulling her wicked, wonderful hand away and placed it on the pillow by her head. Her lips turned down in an adorable little pout he wanted to kiss right off her face. Since he could now, he did just that. After spending a few precious moments memorizing the feel of her lips against his, he pulled away.

“No fair,” she glared, but a smile hid in the corner of her lips. “I wanted to play, too.”

How had Cassie hidden this playful side of herself from him for so long? He didn’t know, but he enjoyed seeing it. “Sorry, sweetheart, but you’re just too damned good at that, and if I’m going to rock your world again, I can’t have you finishing me off in your hand.”

Green eyes lit with mischief. “Did I say you rocked my world? I don’t recall admitting to that.”

Yeah, he freaking loved this side of her.

He started to move off her. “Okay then, maybe I should go an—”

“Don’t you dare!”

She pulled him back on top of her, wrapping her legs around his waist. The move put certain body parts in perfect alignment. Unable to stop, he arched his hips against her. She cried out as his cock rubbed against her.

“Still want to play?” The words rasped out of him. He was hanging on by a thin wire. This woman absolutely shattered his control.

“Let’s both play,” she answered. A response he could totally get on board with.

Reaching down between their bodies, he slipped his fingers inside, testing her readiness. Warm, wet heaven greeted him. He thrust his fingers, loving the soft cries she made.

“Del, please. I need you. Now.”

Cassandra Brown, begging him. Somebody get it on the record because he doubted it would ever happen again.

Reveling in the potency this woman made him feel, he shifted, removing his hand and guiding the head of his erection to her entrance. The first touch was like paradise. Nothing had ever felt so good. A grunt of hedonism tore from him as he pushed slowly inside her. He couldn’t ever remember sex feeling this amazing.

And then it hit him why.

“Shit!” Pulling out, he ignored her cry of protest. It damn near killed him to leave the warm paradise of her, but they’d forgotten something very important.

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