Crazy in Love (Blue Lake #3)(23)

She should’ve stopped at the first drink…or the fifth.

He palmed her stomach and took a step back so she could get some air. He looked disheveled, his short dark hair sticking up on end from her hands grabbing fistfuls of it. His caramel-brown eyes were intense, glaring through the dim lights of the hall.

It struck her how crazy this was.

She was making out with Cole Turner, the same guy that she’d seen on the American Music Awards last year. The same Cole Turner who had a cardboard cutout twin standing up in Lucy’s house.

If she brought the cutout over to the inn, Cardboard Cole could watch her have hot kinky sex with Real Deal Cole.

A laugh bubbled out of her at the drunken thought. She slid along the wall and slammed the door shut, and then threw her arms around Cole’s neck, leaning all her weight into him. She smashed her mouth to his. He moaned against her lips and let her guide him back against the opposite wall of the entry. His hands were possessive and greedy, gripping her with more force than she expected. She felt alive, wanted, and damn, it felt good.

He smudged fevered kisses down her neck. “Can you breathe now?”

“Don’t care.”

He nipped at her earlobe, sending starbursts of hot sensations down her neck. And then, in a flash of movement, he clenched her sweater in his fists and raised it to her breasts.

“May I?” he asked, licking a scorching line just beneath her jaw.

She nodded, her head knocking against the wall.

Lifting the sweater from her body, he left her in a red lacy bra—one she’d bought specifically for her date tonight.

He groaned as his gaze drank her in. “Red?”

“Let me guess. Is red your favorite color?”

The corner of his lips curved upward in the sexiest way. “It is now.”

Palming her breasts in his hand, he dropped to his knees. He ravished her, gripping her waist, burying his head between her breasts, nipping at the lace and tugging it with his teeth. The whiskey flowed through her veins, making her weak, but it came in pathetic second to the hollow ache flooding her middle. She could barely stand, hardly keep her eyes open.

As he stood to claim her mouth once more, Rachael closed her eyes and lost her balance. She reached out and grabbed him between the legs, using his shaft to steady herself.

“Glad I could be of service.” He chuckled, pushing his hips forward. “Feel free to hold on whenever you feel yourself falling off the earth.”

She leaned her head back and grinned, stroking him outside of his jeans. He was impressively large, like a hot rod of steel, but she already knew that; the image of him standing in the hall, dripping wet, had burned into her memory.

“We should get these off,” she slurred, the ache between her legs increasing each passing second. She couldn’t wait for his body to hover over hers, for his hips to pin her down as his thick length stretched her tight. “If you like the bra, you should see the panties.”

He kissed her open-mouthed, plunging his tongue deep. “That’s the magic word right there.”

“Panties?”

Groaning, he shrugged out of his sweater, tossed it to the floor, and then popped the button on his jeans. He was even more gorgeous without his clothes: golden-tan skin shaped over rippled muscle. His abs flexed and twitched as he brought the zipper down. Rachael’s mouth watered as her fingers grazed down his chest, his abs, his—


The doorbell went off, ring-a-ding-linging into the hall.

“We’re closed!” she hollered, falling against him. The instant skin hit skin, she went damp with need. She’d never wanted anyone more.