Page 47 of Make Me Crazy (Loco, Texas 2)

Rand could hardly concentrate on the movie, she was so distracted by Jake. When he wasn’t skimming his fingers over her hand, he was leaning over to kiss her neck and graze her breast as he reached for popcorn. Her nerves were a jumbly, jittery mess. Every time he teased her, that place between her legs started aching again and she had to twist in the seat to get comfortable.

When he reached over and his hand went between her legs instead of the popcorn, she started to tell him to stop it, but his hand cupped her and she lost all train of thought. He rubbed his fingers and palm on the outside of her jeans and she couldn’t stop a small noise from escaping.

The rubbing stopped abruptly, and she turned to him, catching his glittering eyes in the light of the big screen. “What are you doing?”

He leaned in close to her ear and breathed against it, “Tempting you.”

She shivered and turned her mouth to meet his. After a long, slow kiss he pulled back and took her hand. “We’re leaving.”

She didn’t even argue as he led her out to the truck and opened her door. She jumped in and unlocked his door as he hopped into his seat and started the truck. He backed up and tore out of the parking lot, making her laugh nervously.

“What’s so funny,” he asked.

“Just thinking how crazy this all is,” she said, smiling as she scooted over next to him.

He slid his hand over to take hers and brought it up to his mouth. “Crazy bad?”

She shook her head and a wicked idea popped into her head. Curling into his side, she kissed the spot where his neck met his shoulder, her hand sneaking between his legs.

“Oh God, Rand…” He groaned.

“Eyes on the road, cowboy. I don’t want to end up in a ditch,” she said, massaging him through his jeans as she kissed and nibbled his skin.

She listened to his breathing grow harsher and it was a powerfully heady feeling, to know how bad she was making him want her. Her fingers went to the button of his jeans and as she unsnapped them, his breath hissed out, the sound matching the rasp of his zipper. When she slipped her hand inside, going through the band of his underwear to wrap her hand around his cock, she felt his hips lift. Releasing it, she pushed his jeans down and got a better grip on him. She pumped him in her hand, using her other to tickle the back of his neck as she took his earlobe into his mouth and teased it with her teeth.

A flash of red and blue filled the cab and Rand looked behind at the police cruiser.

“Shit.” Jake flipped on the blinker and added, “Help me get my pants up.”

Rand’s heart was pounding as she did as he asked, hysterical laughter bubbling up in her throat. She managed to get his jeans snapped before the officer got out of his patrol car and ambled his way up to the window.

He tapped the glass and Jake rolled it down. “Evening sir.”

“License, registration, and insurance,” the officer said, looking from Jake to Rand with a sour frown.

Jake reached across Rand to open the glove box and handed him the little cards and paper.

“You know why I pulled you over,” the officer asked as he looked at his license.

“No sir,” Jake said, and Rand turned away to cover her mouth, a nervous snort escaping.

“You were all over the road, weaving in and out of the lines. You been drinking, son,” he asked.

“I had a beer at dinner sir, but no, I’m not drunk,” Jake said, squeezing her leg.

“Well why don’t you step on out of the car, and we’ll do a little breathalyzer,” he suggested.

After the officer gave him the breathalyzer and ran his information, he handed Jake back his documents with a warning. “No ticket tonight but do us all a favor. Keep it zipped until you get home. Or park somewhere.”

Rand ducked down low in embarrassment, and Jake climbed in, slamming the door with a curse. “You…” grabbing her face between his hands, he kissed her hard and fast, pulling back enough to say, “make me crazy.”

Releasing her, he started the truck and put it in gear.

When they made it back to the Double C, he ran to her side and opened her door, but instead of letting her walk, he scooped her up and carried her across the drive, up the stairs and into the house. He was surprised she didn’t protest, but it was just a passing thought.

Scout howled around his feet as he sidestepped down the hallway to her room, shutting the door on the irritated feline.

Laying her down on the bed, he flipped on the light, and smiled as he looked down at her, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He slipped the shirt off and started working on his boots, hopping from one foot to the other. “You’re going to pay for your teasing.”

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