Page 23 of Crazy for You (Loco, Texas 1)

The knob turned, and he pushed the door open, pinning her against the bathroom wall. “You were saying?”

“How did you…” Her question trailed off as he kissed her neck.

“Hmmm…I think we should add dirty shower to my list of fantasies. I want to get you under the hot water, pin you up against the wall, and slide inside you. I’ll lick away each drop as I move in you, squeezing your wet breasts until your nipples pucker.”

Deana could picture it all and decided that dirty talk was definitely something she liked. “So does that mean you aren’t going to the store?”

He pulled away. “Nope, I’m going. Just giving you something to think about while you’re in the shower.”

He shut the door behind him, and she weakly leaned against the wall. As she closed her legs tightly, she groaned when the throb of arousal left her wanting to call him back.

A grin settled over her mouth as she decided Mister Finn Meyers was going to get a run for his money after breakfast. If things went well, they might never make it to shopping this afternoon.

Maybe she’d call in sick on Monday.

* * *

Searching through Finn’s drawers after her shower, she found a pair of drawstring sweats that were way too big and a soft T-shirt that almost reached her knees. She picked up some of his clothes from the floor, putting them and her bra and panties in the laundry basket before carrying it around through the kitchen to the laundry room. Humming as she dumped the load into the washer, she then checked the dryer, grabbing up the clean ones, and sniffing them for a whiff of Finn’s scent.

God, when did I become a lovesick teenager again?

The thought had her frozen on her bare feet. She wasn’t in love. It was too soon; they’d only spent one day together.

She could be, though. Given time, she could easily fall head over heels for Finn Meyers.

A silly grin settled over her mouth as she headed back to the bedroom, but a rush of cool air in the living room distracted her. She looked over at the two living room windows. The curtains on the left were dancing in the breeze.

Dropping the clothes on the couch and ignoring Salem’s demand for attention, she walked over to the blowing curtains and pulled them open.

Nausea rolled her stomach as she saw the screen was missing and glass covered the floor in front of the open window. She was lucky she’d missed the glass in her bare feet.

Someone broke the window. When? Why didn’t I hear it?

A hand wrapped around her wet hair and pulled hard, arching her neck. As she gazed up into furious dark eyes and a cold twisted smile, fear squeezed her throat shut.

“Alone at last.”

* * *

Finn whistled as he put the groceries in the front of his truck, along with a colorful bouquet wrapped in pink tissue paper. He couldn’t wait to see Deana’s smile when he handed her the flowers.

He took the two-lane road back to his house at fifty, not fast enough to get pulled over, but with enough speed to make it back to her in ten minutes.

For the first time in years, he had something to look forward to.

* * *

Deana struggled, but the metal cuffs dug painfully into her hands. The man’s knife danced in front of her nose, taunting her.

Even if she could get loose, he’d kill her before she took two steps. She was trapped.

Tears stung her eyes. Finn. They had just gotten started. It felt like maybe her luck had changed, that she might have a chance.

“Why are you doing this?”

When the knife dipped to the top of her T-shirt, cutting into the fabric, she swallowed hard.

She’d recognized him long before he’d slapped on the cuffs and set her on the couch. He was the man who had bumped into her at the market yesterday, who had looked at her with those dark, fathomless eyes. He appeared to be in his mid to late thirties, with tanned, pitted skin, and his breath still reeked. Either he never brushed his teeth or had a medical issue.

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