Page 49 of I Want Crazy (Loco, Texas 3)

She knew it was a mistake as soon as she said it, and dropped her arms, waiting for his next move.

“Don’t even think about it,” she said.

He turned around with an evil grin, wiggling his fingers at her. She hadn’t seen any cat food on him, but even the thought that some of the juice might be clinging to his skin made her squeal in disgust.

“Get away from me.”

He caught her outside the bedroom, and she screamed and laughed as he ran his hands over her ribs, tickling her.

“Now I’m gonna smell like cat food,” she said when he released her and headed back to the sink to wash his hands.

Once he finished drying them, he turned to face her again with a lazy smile. “Not if you take a shower with me.”

“Our clothes will still stink,” she said, laughing.

He pulled his T-shirt over his head, and tossed it aside. “I’ll throw them in the washer.”

He stalked toward her like a jungle cat, a wicked purpose in those too-blue eyes, and her heart beat a tempo so fast, she got light-headed.

“But—”

He pulled her shirt over her head, muffling her response. When her vision was uncovered, she repeated what she’d been trying to say. “I’m picky about my laundry.”

“Then you can do our laundry, I don’t care,” he said, shucking the rest of his clothes before reaching for her again.

“So now you expect me to do your laundry? Do I look like your mama?” she teased.

He brought her up against his body and whispered, “Not one little bit.”

Her nipples tightened against the cups of her bra as he rubbed his chest back and forth. The friction was making her crazy.

“Tell me you don’t want to take a shower with me?” he whispered, gripping her hips and pressing his erection against her.

“I do not want to shower with you,” she said, trying to keep the tremor of desire out of her voice as he reached for the front of her pants.

“Lies,” he growled playfully, nibbling on her neck. “Last chance.” He took another nip just below her ear before whispering. “I promise you’ll like what I have planned.”

She shivered. “Like what?”

He leaned over and took her mouth in a heated kiss, making every nerve in her body catch fire. She didn’t stop him as his hands unclipped the back of her bra or flicked the button on her pants open. And when his hands slid into the back of her jeans, below the cotton of her panties, a heavy throb beat between her legs. She wished he’d move his hands closer to the ache.

As if he’d read her thoughts, he pushed her jeans down, and suddenly his hand was between her legs, fondling and stroking her clit. She held on to his arms, trying to stay upright as he drove her wild. Her breath came in short, quick gasps as she felt the orgasm building until she cried out. “Oh!”

As the spasms left her body, she felt him move and realized her eyes were closed. She opened them to find Red bent down, trying to get the rest of her clothes off, and stepped out of them helpfully. The gesture earned her a smile.

He stood up, pulled her bra the rest of the way down her arms, and looked her over, admiration shining in his eyes.

Jessie had never been ashamed of her body, and said, “Are you going to just stand there and stare?”

He reached out and brought her against him, kissing her as he backed into the room, and she heard him grappling in a drawer. The unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper joined their breathing. He leaned away from her, and she opened her eyes to watch him turn the knob of the shower. She broke the kiss to shut the door and turned in time to watch him climb inside, his tight ass flexing with each movement. He was just so big in the small shower; his broad shoulders nearly took up the width of it.

He dunked his head under the showerhead and looked at her, water trailing down his cheeks. It was so sexy and erotic that she stood frozen.

“Are you coming in, or do I have to come get you?”

She had crossed the floor and climbed in before she realized what she was doing. The hot water sprayed over his shoulder, hitting her skin and making her shiver. “Aren’t you going to let me under?”

He turned to the side, bringing her around until her back was against the shower wall. The downpour stung her skin, but she hardly thought about it as Red leaned over her, braced on his forearms, and kissed her. Her stomach flipped and twisted at every sweep of his tongue, and she slid her hands from his hips around to his ass. She sque

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