Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)(21)

“Please what?” His mouth settles over mine again as he gently pulls my bottom lip into his mouth. “Tell me what you want, Kimber,” he demands, grinding his rock hard erection between my legs.

“You,” I whimper again. “I want you.” My words are pleading, begging even.

I’ve never had a man’s touch control me the way his does. I can feel each flicker of movement across every surface of my body. Decklan has shown me more pleasure in the matter of a few short moments than Garrett did during the entire three-year span of our relationship.

“Please,” I grind out again when he slides just the tip of his erection inside of me and stops there, his face hovering just inches above mine.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, pushing forward another inch.

“Yes,” I hiss, digging my nails into his shoulders, trying to move him deeper inside of me.

“This?” He continues to tease me, moving so slowly I can’t control my mounting frustration.

“Oh my God just f*ck me already,” I practically growl, realizing instantly that this is exactly what he’d been waiting for.

He immediately plunges inside of me, both of us crying out from the intensity of our bodies coming together. Pulling back, he slams into me again, pulling yet another scream of pleasure from my mouth.

I try to hold it back, the moans and whimpers that seem to keep flowing from my mouth, but I can’t. He’s pulling everything from me, making me feel every ounce of pleasure as he thrusts harder and harder inside of me.

It takes minutes— or maybe it’s only seconds— before a warm incredible sensation starts to work its way through my lower belly. The feeling is so foreign and yet my body seems to recognize it just the same. Decklan senses my heightening desperation and pushes my legs further open, pounding into me so deeply I swear I feel him everywhere.

“Decklan,” I cry, my body so overcome with pleasure I’m not sure how to control myself.

I cling to him for dear life, his mouth finding mine as he swallows my cries of pleasure; the earth seeming to literally fall out from beneath me. My body explodes around him, and I swear I have never felt anything like it before in my life.

It comes in waves, washing over me, warming every single inch of my body until I can feel the effects to the very tips of my fingers and toes. Decklan makes me feel every ounce of it as he continues to thrust inside of me, milking every bit of pleasure from me that he can before finally finding his own release.

He lets out a deep groan, pumping inside of me several more times before finally slowly to a stop. Relaxing down on top of me, his lips find my cheek first, then my forehead, followed by the tip of my nose before he finally presses them gently against my own.

I can feel myself pulse around him as he sweetly kisses my mouth, his tongue sliding against mine as his hand pushes the tangled mess of waves that have escaped my hair tie away from my face.

“That was...” I start to say, not quite sure I have the words for it. “Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced,” I admit, struggling to catch my breath. “I’ve never...you know.” I break off, a bit embarrassed over my clear inexperience.

“You’ve never what?” He pulls back slightly, his face hovering above mine.

“I’ve never had a...” I break off again, covering my face with my hands.

“You’ve never had an orgasm before?” He pushes my hands away and forces me to look at him.

I shake my head, feeling the heat flood my face as he looks down at me. He studies me for a long moment, his face showing his clear confusion over my statement before it shifts more to a look of determination.

He slowly pulls out, causing me to protest the loss of him almost immediately. Once again relaxing his body on top of mine, he lets out a light laugh and shakes his head.

“Oh don’t worry. We’re just getting started.” He breathes against my lips, sucking the bottom one gently into his mouth. “I haven’t even begun to show you the things I can do to this sweet little body,” he whispers, sealing the promise with a deep kiss.





Chapter Eight


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Decklan

I have never met such a perfect f*cking contradiction. So sweet and innocent and yet Kimber has allowed me to see a side of herself I doubt anyone else has seen; a wild untamed side that I never expected.

She’s not at all what I had her pegged as.

Reaching out, I push a few stray strands of hair away from her face, unable to keep myself from smiling when she crinkles her nose and shifts slightly.

I have no idea what time it is. All I know is that I can’t sleep. I can’t close my eyes long enough to even come close. I’m too busy watching Kimber. I can’t get past how beautiful she looks laying here in my bed, her hair sprawled out on the pillow behind her as she sleeps peacefully on her stomach, her face turned towards me.

Just the sight of her stirs something deep inside of me, something I thought I would never experience. She makes me feel something other than the pain.

For the longest time, I have wandered through life trying to numb it with alcohol and random women. I’m having a hard time processing that just watching her sleep brings me a peace that neither of those things has ever given me.

It’s terrifying and yet so f*cking liberating at the same time.