Page 26 of Crazy Love
“Get real, Darke. She hates him.”
I laugh, because…yeah! Obviously Loveday doesn’t know as much about her friend or human nature as she thinks. Hate fucking gives you a burn like nothing else. Hate and love are just flip sides of the same emotion. Dane and Jessie are like magnets. They either repel one another, or they glue themselves so tightly together they’re inseparable. I’ve seen them split and re-attach several times now. Their last break up was definitely the worst, but I doubt it’ll be the last chapter in their relationship.
“Why the hell would you fuck someone you hate?”
I shake my head, because,Duh!“Why wouldn’t you?”
“Is that what earlier was about?” she asks, tilting her head to one side. “Do you hate me, Nathaniel Darke? Did you come all over me because it was some sort of put down?”
I sober immediately, because while she’s definitely my rival, I don’t hate her, I like her. I’m not stretching as far as love yet, but give it time and I think she could sink her claws right into me.
I shake my head. “I came over you, because coming in you wasn’t an available option, and you’re fucking hot.” I look her over from head to foot, but it’s not just her visual appearance that I find alluring, it’s her passion, her guitar playing, and every little glimpse she gives me of what she is on the inside. “I came over you, because I’m a perverted tit fucker,” I say, “And I’m going to get off on that image for many nights to come.”
Maybe that’s too much information, but she asked, and if you ask for the truth of something, you ought to be prepared for the answer.
“Me too,” she says, blowing my thoughts away.
“You’re gonna—” I hold two fingers up and wiggle the ends of them. “—get off on the memory of me fucking your tits.”
“And wiggling your fingers,” she says, mimicking my hand signal. “You’re not one of these weird guys that think girls don’t masturbate, are you?”
“Nah—I’m just bowled over by the fact you’re going to do it while thinking of me.” There is bona fide heat blossoming in my cheeks. Hopefully, I’m not quite as rosy as she is.
Loveday scrapes her teeth over her lower lip, which only serves to emphasize her grin. A blush sweeps along the top of her cheek bones and turns the tips of her ears pink. “Want to give me another memory to obsess about?”
Oh fuck!Yeah, actually. Yeah, I do.
I want to touch her.
Kiss her.
Feel her underneath me.
I want to slide into her and fuck until the pair of us are nothing but molten goo.
I reach out and brush my fingertips along the edge of her robe where there’s an orangey-brown stain. Touching her beats the shit out of thinking about the coming storm. “He got you earlier.” I say pointing out the ugly mark.
“He got you too.” She wets her thumb and then rubs it along the ridge of my collar bone, where there’s no evidence of anything. Where her fingertips brush, tingles arise in my skin. “Look, there’s another bit here.” This time she aims for a nipple. I’m not overly sensitive there, but the tip still puckers when she caresses it. “And here.” The third touch—low down on my stomach, right above the line of my belt—ignites me like a gas canister. I hiss, as heat rushes through my veins, and my cock rears, wanting in on the action.
Loveday’s gaze fixes on the bulge behind my fly. “You know, when I gave you my number, the idea was that you’d called to arrange sexy times, not to procure help dealing with your screw-up mate.”
Her number is still emblazoned along the edge of my forearm. I might have to make it a permanent feature. “Hang on.” I retrieve her phone from my back pocket and hand it to her, then I dial her number, which is already saved at the top of my contacts list. She answers while cocking a brow at me.
I could say something fancy, try to schmooze her with my charm, but I think we’re way past that, so I stick to direct. “I really want to fuck you. Interested? If you are, come right over.”
“Come right over which bit of you?” she asks, forgetting to speak into the phone, and staring straight at me, interest and mischief sparkling in her eyes.
It’s not actually what I meant, and she knows it, but I appreciate the way she twists my meaning and turns it into something rude. Additional fire ignites in my loins at the notion of her climaxing over me and smearing my skin with her lady juices.
“Here.” I circle my mouth with two fingers. “Come and sit on my face.”
I anticipate her asking if there’s a lack of chairs that necessitates her resting her butt on me, but instead she grins.
“Not on your cock?”
“I wouldn’t want to be presumptuous. Though, if you’d like too, I can totally accommodate you.”
“I’ll bet.” She ticks the tip of her tongue against her front incisors. Then she discards her phone and hooks her arms around my neck. “So, say I’m interested, what exactly do you anticipate happening?”
