Page 21 of Crazy for You (Loco, Texas 1)

“I was letting you adjust.”

“I am plenty adjusted. When I fantasized about what you would be like in bed, I never pictured you passive and oh…”

Every thought flew out of her head as Finn thrust hard. He was big, bigger than the other men she’d slept with, filling her up all the way. His hands dug into her butt as he moved quickly, barely pulling out before he was slamming into her again. Her hands curled into his hair as she held on for the ride, a heavy beat building inside her.

“Oh. Oh! OH!” she cried as her muscles clenched around him and dots formed behind her closed eyes. Arching her back, she moved with him, riding out the orgasm as it overtook her, better than anything she had ever experienced.

Falling against him, her cheek resting on his chest, she murmured, “That was wonderful. Thank you.”

His chest shook with a laugh. “Thanks, but we aren’t finished.”

Trying to hide her smile, she ran her hand across his stomach and asked innocently, “We aren’t?”

Suddenly, she was in motion, then flat on her back, staring up at his scowling face. “No, we’re not.”

He covered her body with his and, without preamble, pushed inside her again. She gasped and grabbed his arms, catching the grin on his face. He kept going, long quick strokes that brought him all the way out of her but, before she could protest, had him back in her body, thrusting until the pressure built again. Slipping her hands over his shoulders, she brought his mouth down to hers and kissed him, mouth open wide, tongue thrusting in. It was wet, wild, and she was lost in the taste and feel of him.

His rhythm faltered, and she broke the kiss, squeezing him against her as her mouth closed over his shoulder. His chest rubbed against her hard nipples as he pumped into her. Deana didn’t even know feelings like this existed, and as her hands slipped into his hair, the steady build erupted inside her, and she held on.

His own shout broke through the pounding in her ears and she cried out against his skin, her body trembling under his as he thrust once, twice, finally still. His cock flexed inside her as he finished, and she sighed, turning to Jell-O in the afterglow.

When Finn raised himself on his elbows above her, her heart squeezed as she studied the satisfied grin, the soft, unfocused gaze. He was too beautiful to be real.

She reached up and trailed her hand down his cheek, wishing she could voice all the things that were racing through her head and heart. Had he meant what he said about wanting her? Did he want more than just sex?

She knew what she wanted. She wanted him. All of him.

Now, she just had to wait for him to admit he felt the same.

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Finn’s heart was still pumping like crazy. Staring down at Deana, her beautiful face dreamy and bright with a happy glow, made him never want to leave her. The only thing that got him moving was the thought of crushing her with his large frame.

Rolling to the side, he brought her against his side, kissing her hair. “So, you fantasized about me huh? When?”

He could feel her lips curving against his skin, and her warm breath made his cock twitch. “You want me to name off every time?”

He laughed. “I used to fantasize about you sitting on the table in the library, right on top of the math book, wearing nothing but those silver-framed glasses.”

She pushed herself up

and looked at him in surprise. “You fantasized about me in high school?”

Touching a finger to her open lips, he gave her a lecherous grin. “Yeah. You used to drive me crazy when you’d sit next to me, leaning against me so you could watch me work out a problem and I could smell your shampoo.” Her expression couldn’t have been more astonished. He added, “What? You’re beautiful, Deana. Just ’cause I was an idiot doesn’t mean I didn’t want you.”

“And what are your fantasies now? About me?”

Slipping his fingers into her hair, he tugged until she looked him in the eye. “Well, I was thinking maybe my fantasies haven’t changed so much. I still want to do you on top of my math book. I think I have it over there on the bookshelf.”

He caught her laugh in his mouth as he leaned up to kiss her, his hand going behind her to squeeze her butt. Kissing his way along her jaw, he asked, “How do you feel about role play? Bad teacher? Dirty French maid? Naughty nurse?”

“I am a teacher. I teach English at the high school.”

“Perfect. We’ll start there first. Maybe get you a pencil skirt, a button-down shirt, and those damn glasses. I’ll forget to turn in my homework, and you get to punish me.”

Her laughter stopped, and her lips twisted into a frown. “I do need new clothes. He ruined most of them.”

He grimaced, pulling away to look into her pale face. “I’ll take you tomorrow. Or today, rather. I’ll even buy you lunch.”

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