Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)(37)

“You’re all I can think about.” He groans, dipping his fingers inside my panties to find me already ready for him. “Fuck.” He shoves two fingers roughly inside causing a cry of pleasure to rip from my throat.

“I don’t want to think about you. I don’t want to want you, Kimber.” His breathing becomes more rapid as he begins pumping his fingers inside of me. “But f*ck me, I can’t shake you.”

“Then maybe you should stop trying.” My words come out shaky and barely break the surface.

“Maybe you’re right.” He abruptly pulls his hand away, his fingers tangling in the thin material of my panties, and in one hard tug, the fabric tears away.

I want to object, curse at him for ruining the only pair of underwear I have here, but I am too turned on by the action to follow through.

“I want you like this all night, Kimber.” He tosses the thin ripped material to the side. “Bare and ready for me.” He slides his index finger back inside of me before pulling it out and raising it to his lips.

He sucks it into his mouth, moaning as my flavor hits his tongue. The action is so erotic that the self-consciousness I may normally feel doesn’t even attempt to make an appearance.

Slowly he begins buttoning my costume back up, sliding it down over my bare ass as he pulls me up from the couch.

“Decklan,” I object, feeling the familiar ache in my belly any time he’s near. An ache I need him to satisfy.

“Patience.” He gives me a wicked grin. “I want you to get a small taste of how I feel every single time I’m around you. I want you to feel exposed, vulnerable, and so completely f*cking aroused you can barely think straight. ” He breathes against my mouth, dropping a brief kiss to my jaw as he pushes off of the couch, adjusting his erection before taking my hand and pulling me to my feet.

“But,” I object, knowing there is no way I can go down there with no panties on.

“When I decide I can no longer take the thought of you just feet from me, bare and wet waiting for me to f*ck you.” He pauses just next to the door. “Then I’ll have my way with you. Not a moment sooner.” He kisses me deeply, silencing my lingering objections.

I have no choice but to comply.

How could I ever deny him a request that sends my blood boiling with the heat of his statement?

This man owns me...

There is not one thing I wouldn’t do for him right here and now.





Chapter Fourteen


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Decklan

What the f*ck was I thinking? I wasn’t, truth be told. I didn’t realize how f*cking crazy it would make me knowing Kimber is prancing around in that tight little costume with not a god damn thing underneath.

I think a part of me doubted she would go through with it. Not only did she, but she’s owning it, teasing me, using it against me at every turn. I both love it and f*cking hate it at the same time.

I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of her all night. Not when I’m so aware of how exposed she is right now and that one little bend or lift of her dress and the whole bar would get a peek of what is mine.

Mine?

Even as foreign as that sounds to me, I know there’s no denying the possessiveness I feel towards this girl. She f*cking is mine whether she knows it or not.

So instead of working or doing anything for that matter, I have found myself for most of the night lounging at the bar watching her and her two friends, one of which Gavin seems to have taken a particular interest in.

I guess it shouldn’t surprise me. Gavin is a sucker for tall thin blondes and Harlee, Kimber’s roommate is definitely that.

I can’t help but smile when I see Kimber crossing the space towards me, purposely avoiding meeting my gaze as she passes by. Reaching out I snake my arm around her waist and pull her towards me, laughing when she lets out a playful squeal.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” I shift in the barstool, pulling her small body between my legs.

“Well, there’s this really hot guy over there. I thought maybe I’d check it out.” She crinkles her nose playfully.

“Careful,” I warn, leaning down to suck her bottom lip into my mouth.

She lets out a soft moan, her nails digging into the fabric of my jeans as she squeezes just above my knees, sinking deeper against me.

“Can we go yet?” She whines, pulling back to puff out her bottom lip at me.

“I don’t know. I’m rather enjoying myself,” I lie, knowing full well the only thing I want to do right now is bury myself between her legs.

“Well, you remember that when I have to leave to take Angel and Harlee home.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest.

“You’re not staying?” I can’t contain the disappointment in my voice no matter how hard I try to mask it.

“I didn’t think you’d want me to.” She seems surprised by my reaction.

“Come on.” I avoid her statement as I push out of the stool, grabbing her hand to pull her behind me.

“Wait, where are we going? I didn’t get to go talk to that guy,” she objects as I pull her inside the stairwell, slamming the door shut the moment she’s inside.

“Fuck that guy. You’re f*cking mine,” I growl, my mouth crashing down on hers as I pull her into me.