Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)(20)

Lifting my arms in the air, I let the thumping music take control, allowing my body to sway and move with the rhythm. I don’t care when the man’s hands travel across my abdomen. I don’t protest when I feel his hands thread through my hair as he pulls my head back. I barely register his lips on my neck when he leans forward and sucks on the sensitive flesh just below my ear. Hell, I don’t even open my eyes until I feel the loss of him completely.

Jumping slightly, I turn just in time to catch sight of Decklan’s face before his hand closes around my forearm, and he forcefully pulls me from the dance floor. I try to object, ask him what the hell he’s doing, but my voice is lost to the noise around us.

Leading me towards the bar, he doesn’t loosen his grip on me until he’s pushing me inside of the same door I just saw him exit a few moments earlier with the red head. I stumble slightly the moment we’re inside, looking around to find myself standing in a small stairwell.

“What the f*ck do you think you’re doing?” Decklan’s voice is rough as he steps towards me, guiding me backward until my back becomes flush with the wall behind me.

“Having a good time,” I answer sarcastically, not able to hide the hurt in my voice.

“You sure? Because it looked to me like you were trying to send a message.” He presses his body into mine, pinning me between him and the wall.

“Why would I do that?” I look up to find his face hovering just inches from mine.

“You tell me.”

“Is this where you bring all your girlfriends?” I break eye contact as I lift my hands to his chest and push, surprised when he takes a couple of steps backward.

“I don’t have girlfriends.” He runs a hand through his messy hair.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Is this where you bring all your sluts?” I regret it the moment I say it, but the liquor flowing through me makes it difficult to control my tongue.

“Why don’t you just say what this is about?” he challenges, his nostrils flaring slightly. “You saw me coming out of here with another woman, and you immediately assumed the worst,” he states.

“Do you blame me?” I question, gesturing to him.

“No,” he states simply. “Had I wanted to f*ck her, I would have.”

“Had you wanted to?” I stumble out, finally meeting his gaze again.

“I live here.” He points up the stairs. “I came up to grab a clean shirt after having a drink spilled on me. When I came down, she was waiting for me. I told her to go home.”

“So you didn’t?” I break off, feeling all sorts of jealous girlfriend crazy right now and one hundred percent aware how desperate it makes me look.

“No. I didn’t touch her.” He takes a step towards me, stopping when his body is once again directly in front of mine. “How could I when all I can think about is touching you?” His words are just above a whisper, but they sound so loudly through my ears they echo several times before the statement finally registers.

“Then do it,” I challenge, struggling to keep my breathing even as I meet his deep gray gaze.

He hesitates for only a moment before his lips crash down onto mine, his tongue seeking entrance into my mouth within seconds. I grant it, moaning when his taste and scent invade all of my senses.

My hands find the back of his neck as I pull him closer to me, my fingers digging lightly into his flesh as the want coursing through my body starts to take hold. I feel like I can’t get him close enough. I want to feel him everywhere.

Everywhere.

I barely register my feet leaving the floor until I feel Decklan’s body shift below mine as he begins climbing the stairs, his arms securing me tightly against his muscular frame as he continues upward.

He pushes his way through another door, but at this point, I am far too preoccupied to look around. The only thing that matters is this: the way his body flexes as he lowers my feet to the floor, the way his hands skirt up my bare back as he pulls the fabric of my dress over my head leaving me in nothing but my white lace panties.

My eyes adjust to the darkness enough that I can see his silhouette in the light from the street lamp that filters into the otherwise dark room. I can see the ripple of his muscles as he drops his shirt to the floor, hear the rapid intakes of breath he takes as he pushes me back onto the bed and slowly removes my last article of clothing.

My entire body goes ridged as he spreads my legs open, allowing his eyes to trail across my now bare exterior. I fight to keep my hands at my sides, my instinct to cover myself becoming almost unbearable as I feel the heat of his gaze take me in.

I hear the buckle of Decklan’s jeans and the rustle of fabric as they fall to the floor, the anticipation of what’s to come making every part of my body ache with the need for his touch. The rip of a condom wrapper comes next, Decklan settling between my legs just moments later.

He pushes my hair from my face, his lips once again finding mine as he kisses me deeply. I jump slightly when I feel his hand slide between us and settle between my legs. When I feel his fingers push inside of me, all coherent thought seems to leave my body.

I become greedy, lifting my hips to meet his hand as he pumps his fingers inside of me. I can feel the effect his touch has on me, the pleasure causing my body to pool around his hand.

“Please,” I whimper when he abruptly pulls his hand away, leaving me unsatisfied and wanting so much more.