Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)(27)

He looks so incredible it takes everything I have not to physically tremble at the sight of him. His chest and ab muscles are glistening, the light hitting the beads of sweat in a way that gives his skin an almost glowing effect. His hair is damp and disheveled, hanging haphazardly in front of his eyes. And while all of this is enough to bring me to my knees, nothing could have prepared me for the look on his face when my eyes finally find his; so full of anger, but more so full of pain. Regret floods through me at the sight.

I open my mouth to speak but immediately close it again. I should never have come here. I don’t know how I let myself make such a rash decision. I’m a stupid, stupid girl.

The long moment of silence seems to stretch endlessly between us. Decklan’s eyes not once leaving mine as he holds my gaze, his pained stare clearly conflicted.





Chapter Ten


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Decklan

I told myself I wouldn’t do this. I promised myself. But looking at her standing there, so completely f*cking adorable in her oversized sweatshirt and hat, I can’t stop myself. I have to have her.

Without a word I close in, pushing her roughly into the wall behind her before tilting her face up towards mine. Tossing her hat to the side, her hair pools around her shoulders as I close my mouth down on hers. She gasps at the contact but quickly responds, her body seeming to come alive under my touch.

It’s been the longest f*cking week and even the most attractive of women haven’t been able to keep my interest enough for me to find any sort of release from the frustration and pain that seems to play on constant repeat.

But it only takes one touch with Kimber, one tremble of her bottom lip as I suck it into my mouth, one soft moan as I grind myself against her, and everything seems to disappear. I lose myself in her touch, in the way her body seems to take me to another place entirely.

Lifting her up without breaking away from her lips, I carry her into the locker room, not stopping until I reach my bag sitting on the edge of the bench that lines the center of the room. Setting her to her feet, I drop my face into her hair and inhale her sweet scent, a low growl escaping my throat as my need becomes animalistic and almost too much to bear.

Fumbling in the side pocket of my bag, I finally locate a condom. The moment I have it in my hand I spin, pinning her against the steel row of lockers, smiling when she gasps as the cold metal brushes against the small of her back where her sweatshirt has ridden up.

I rip open her jeans, shoving them roughly down, so desperate to feel myself inside of her that not for one second do I give a f*ck about anything but just that. She stumbles slightly, getting off one shoe and then the other before kicking her pants to the side, her hands finding my bare sweat-riddled chest.

She trails her hand down my abdomen, her heated eyes holding my gaze as her fingers dip lower. I let her reach just centimeters from where my erection is at the ready, but I don’t let her touch me. Grabbing both of her hands, I pin her arms above her head with one hand while I push my gym shorts down my hips and slide the condom on with the other.

I just need to feel her.

It’s the only thought I have.

I need her.

Dropping my mouth back to hers, I lift her from the ground, rocking back to secure her legs around my hips before thrusting inside of her so violently a small cry of surprise floods from her lips. Pinning her roughly against the locker once more, I drop my face into the crook of her neck as I begin pounding inside of her.

I know I’m being rough, probably too rough really, but she only spurs me on further, urging me to go deeper, f*ck her harder. It sends me spiraling out of control. It’s been too long, and I find my release sneaking in within a few short moments.

I don’t want it to be over. I want to bury myself as deeply as I can inside of her and never come out, but I can’t stop my need for release from taking me under. It builds so deeply inside of me that when I feel her clench tightly around me, I explode, not able to hold it in any longer.

I continue to move, the feeling of her quaking around my hard cock so incredible I think I could almost go again right here on the spot. Slowing my thrusts, I make sure I have drained every bit of her orgasm from her before finally sliding out and gently lowering her to her feet.

Having trouble catching my breath, I drop my forehead against hers; regret immediately starting to creep its way in.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper.

“Don’t be.” She pulls back slightly and hits me with gentle eyes.

“What are you doing here?” I fumble out, my mind still not fully processing that she’s really here.

How is it that just when I feel myself reaching that breaking point, the one I have teetered on for years, she shows up, allowing me to find solace in her body.

“I needed to see you.” Her soft voice is enough to gut me with guilt.

“You shouldn’t have come,” I say, stepping back as I adjust my gym shorts.

“Why?” She seems hurt by the statement, reaching down to retrieve her jeans from the floor before sliding them on.

“I can’t give you what you want, Kimber,” I say, stepping back to let her pass me.

She sinks down onto the bench and looks up to meet my stare, her crisp blue eyes burning into mine. Those damn blue eyes that seem to see through me so clearly.

“How could you possibly know what I want?” She cocks her head to the side.