Crazy for You (Loco, Texas Book 1) Page 6

  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?”

  “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.

  * * *

  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.”

  “Wow, really? Most men would rather die than go shopping,” she said, smiling.

  “Yeah, we would, but I figure this way, I get to spend time with you, and maybe we can find a dressing room—”

  “Sex in public has never been a fantasy of mine. And you a police officer too. Tsk tsk,” she said, her face a mask of mock disappointment.

  “Hmmm…okay. No sex in public places. Does that count cars?”

  He playfully nipped the top of her breast and ran his hands over her shoulders as he took her nipple into his mouth.

  “Not if it’s parked somewhere private. And back to the role-playing thing, I’m thinking I want to add a scenario.”

  Blowing on the wet peak, he asked, “What’s that?”

  “I think I want to role-play where you’re the hot cop and I’m the dirty criminal.”

  He looked up in surprise, and then he grinned. “Handcuffs?”

  “Definitely.” She wrapped her legs and arms around him and kissed him hard.

  “Now?”

  “Oh yes.”

  * * *

  He wanted to cut them. Slide his blade across the fucker’s throat and stab him over and over.

  And her. How could she? He had waited for her. He had held out for her, and she had betrayed him. She had to pay too. She needed to learn who she belonged to.

  Standing in the shadows outside the window, he watched as she pulled against the handcuffs her lover had snapped onto her wrists, her beautiful eyes closed and her mouth open. He felt his cock stir as he watched her pale breasts thrust up in the moonlight. His gaze traveled down the flat of her stomach, the dip of her belly button, until he saw her sprawled legs and the cop’s head bent between them, feasting on her flesh.

  It should have been him with her, worshipping her. Reaching into his pants, he jerked on himself as he watched, picturing himself in the cop’s place. She would be warm, wet, and taste sweet.

  He came hard, easily, after waiting so long. The wait was over now.

  He would have her, one way or the other. Whether he forgave her betrayal was another matter entirely.

  Chapter Eight

  Deana felt Finn’s mouth sucking on her flesh, and she groaned as her eyes squinted against the brightness of the sun.

  “I swear, if you give me a hickey, I’m going to kick your ass,” she muttered, even as she leaned her head farther to the side, giving him better access.

  “Yes, ma’am.” He stopped the gentle suction, and grinned down at her. “I’m going to run to the store for some eggs, okay? Sleep. I’ll be back in a bit.”

  She rolled over and pouted. “Eggs? We don’t need no stinking eggs.” She ran her hand down until she was cupping him through his jeans. “I’m not hungry for food anyway.”

  Taking her hand, he brought the palm up to his mouth. “Well, I am. You wrung me out and exhausted me, woman. If I’m going to be any good to you today, I need sustenance.”

  Her heart skipped at his teasing. “Okay. I guess I’ll hop in the shower, then.”

  “Okay, stinky,” he said, heading for the door.

  Deana picked up one of his pillows and threw it, hitting him in the back of his head with it. “Ass!”

  He turned and with an evil grin stalked back toward her. Squealing, she jumped out of bed and into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door.

  “Ha! Can’t get me!”

  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.

  “Don’t move,” he snapped.

  She sucked in her stomach as the knife sawed its way down until he parted Finn’s shirt, exposing her bare breasts and stomach.

  “Please stop. Why are you doing this to me?”

  “For so long, I have watched you. So unhappy. So lonely. An outsider like me. I would watch you sleep, the way your mouth relaxed and tilted into a small smile, just for me.” He ran his finger across her mouth for a split second before she jerked away.

  He pulled his palm back and slapped her so hard, her ears rang and she tasted blood in her mouth. “You were mine. You were supposed to wait until I came for you, but you’re just like the others.”

  “Others?” Her voice trembled as she stalled for time, praying Finn came back before it was too late. “Please, I have no idea who you are. I’ve never met you before. How was I supposed to know you liked me?”

  “Never met me?” He slapped her again, his eyes blazing at her. “I showed you. I showed you every day. Didn’t you get my tokens?”

  For some reason, his gaze softened, and his hand came up, trailing across the bare skin of her shoulder.