Page 20 of Crazy for You (Loco, Texas 1)

With a glad cry, she kissed him, her mouth opening wide, and he answered with his own onslaught of tongue, lips, and hunger. Her hands went to the buttons of his uniform shirt, and she slipped each tiny disk from its hole, one at a time, until she could spread the shirt wide, revealing a plain white undershirt.

“You have way too many layers,” she groaned in frustration.

The rumble of his chuckle against the skin of her neck was so freaking good. As he continued licking, sucking, and otherwise causing every nerve in her body to go haywire with electric zings of pleasure, she cried out, unable to hold back.

As he pressed her against the wall, he pulled away enough to shed his button-down and plain white tee. All she could think of was getting her hands on all that warm, exposed muscle, and she did, running her hands over his pecs, molding and memorizing the feel with her palms as she touched him. His abs rippled and flexed, causing her mouth to lift with a smile.

“You are so hard.”

When he took her hands and pinned them over her head against the wall, she gasped as she felt the long thickness of his erection against her. A rush of wet heat pooled between her legs, making her panties damp with need.

“It’s not the only place I’m hard,” he teased huskily.

This time, she couldn’t fight her smile. “I can feel that.”

His mouth dipped, brushing against her ear. “Do I still need to make up a bed on the couch?”

Taking his earlobe into her mouth, she bit down sharply. “If you try, I’ll have to kill you.”

Laughing, he pulled back and kissed her forehead before releasing her hands. “Go on into the bedroom. I’m gonna lock up.”

She didn’t argue, but walked through the door he pointed at, flipping on the light as she passed. Standing in her stockings, bra, and panties, she had a split second of insecurity as she caught her reflection in the full-length mirror on the opposite wall.

That was all she had time for, though, before she heard the click of a lock and the sound of his footsteps behind her. She didn’t move, didn’t turn, just waited as she continued to listen to the click of his belt, the rfft of his zipper, and the rustle of his clothes as he discarded them. Without warning, the lights flicked off again, and the moonlight illuminated the room with a white glow.

Reaching behind her, she unclipped her bra and felt him at her back as his hands touched her hips. He skimmed along and over her stomach, his fingers dipped below the lace of her undies as the other hand cupped her breast. Her eyes were glued to the mirror, watching his movements as he dropped his head, letting his mouth find the delicate spot at the top of her spine, kissing lightly across the back of her neck as he rubbed himself against her butt.

She leaned her head back as he squeezed and massaged her breast. The fingers in her panties found the hard bud of her clit and pressed down, moving rapidly across it. Knee-weakening lava flowed through her veins, making her body tremble and arch as the sensations of his mouth and hands had her wanting more. Wanting everything he had to offer.

Slipping her hand back between them, she wrapped it around his hard cock, loving the way he jerked at her touch. Slowly, she let her thumb skim across the tip, catching the wet evidence of his excitement against her pad.

His fingers sought lower, finding her center and pushed inside. She whimpered as he played with her, intensifying the ache until she was willing to beg.

“Please, Finn.”

A low growl rumbled from his throat as he kissed down her back, working her panties over her hips and along the length of her legs. His mouth found the spot just above her butt, and as he ran his tongue over her skin, a quivering shiver shot up her spine. Finally, she stepped out of her panties, and he stood back up, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“I guess we’ll have to save your box of condoms for another time.”

Her cheeks warmed at his teasing. “Don’t you have one?”

“Yeah, in the bathroom.”

Too far. She swallowed hard. “I’m on birth control. So you don’t have to worry. I mean, I’m clean and you’re… Are you?”

“Yeah, I’ve been tested. But if you want me to, I—”

“I trust you, Finn,” she whispered.

From the look of pure joy on his face, it had been the right thing to say.

His breath rushed out, and she squealed as he picked her up and tossed her on the bed. She rolled in time to catch his sinewy arms flexing as he followed, and he reached for her, pulling her over him. Finn pushed her hair back, gazing up into her beautiful face, and finally slid his hands down until they gripped her butt. Her mouth went dry as he moved her over his cock until she felt him right between her folds. He wasn’t inside her yet, but as Finn rocked against her, causing the hard length to brush and press against her clit with each stroke, she wanted it all. She needed it.

Putting her hands on his chest, she pushed herself up and shifted until the tip of him slipped inside her. A humming moan escaped her as she pressed down, taking more of him in, the stretch of her muscles making the throb of arousal intensify until she was panting.

Still he didn’t move to help her.

Looking down at him in frustration, she frowned. “Why aren’t you moving?”

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