Page 50 of Crazy Thing

He grips my waist with firm hands, pulling me flush against his solid body with possessive ferocity. My attention zeroes in on the part of his anatomy that lays heavily against my belly. Thick and long and rigid. I press closer to him, needing a better feel, and his cock juts out, twitching against me.

Oh god. He’s rockhard. For me.

I moan, melting instantly, and his tongue delves into mymouth. The kiss is desperate, messy, unapologetic. I kiss him like I’m searching for something I’ve never had before. He kisses me like I’m the only one who can give him what he needs in this very moment.

His hands glide down the slope of my back in a slow, agonizing movement before finally nestling the curve of my ass.

His heart is pounding as he touches me. I can feel the way his ribcage rattles against my own. I can feel the hesitation in his fingertips. “Do you want me to touch you like this?” His deep, low voice shakes.

Letting my head fall backward, I respond with a pleading sound that rises up in the quiet air.

With my head tilted to this angle, Darius has full access to my neck now. His lips find my throat and he nibbles a path from my jaw down to my clavicle. “Say it, Ziggy. Tell me.” His quivering words lash hotly against my pebbled skin.

Shit—is he as nervous as I am?

“Yes…Touch me…” I tremble under his hands. “Touch me like that.”

He splays his fingers and he delicately squeezes my ass in his palms. Then he gives one cheek a solid smack. My flesh jiggles in his hand, sending ripples to my pussy. A moan flows from me.

Growling quietly, his kisses trail back up to my face and his palm soothes the place where he just swatted me.

Little rockets of arousal shoot through my system, some exploding in my breasts, the rest detonating at my core. “Yes…” I breathe out again. “Yes…Yes…”

Darius takes my shameless moans as consent, and his hesitation falls away. He allows his hands to roam more freely.

My back. My hips. My breasts. My thighs.

He squeezes and massages and strokes my body as his mouth sucks and kisses and nibbles on my skin.

“So goddamned sexy.” There’s a reverent note in his low rasp. “I want more of you.”

A little whimper leaves my throat. It’s embarrassing, really. But it only stokes Darius on. A beam of lust twinkles in his eyes one second before his lips greedily cover mine again.

Tangled up in the electricity between us, I fling my arms around his neck, holding him against me. The kiss is forceful and delicious and passionate, causing a lightning storm to gather at my core.

Darius urgently walks me backward until my spine is pressed against the terrace’s concrete railing. The cold seeps through the flannel shirt that he wrapped me up in earlier.

With my body caged against the wall, Darius pulls out of the kiss and he stares hungrily at me. I shiver again, my breath getting hitched in my throat. There’s so much lust in his eyes. It’s absolutely terrifying.

It’s terrifying because I want him just as ferociously as he seems to want me.

His massive hand curves around the back of my neck, the tip of his thumb tracing my bottom lip as he stares at my mouth in awe.

“Fuck, Ziggy,” he groans huskily.

His strong thigh nudges its way between mine, grazing against my core. It’s a natural instinct, the way my hips bare down, the way my pelvis rocks against his thigh, chasing contact and friction.

Meanwhile, his big hands smooth up the curve of my back. “You have no idea what I want to do to you. I can’t…I can’t even find the words…” When he reaches the knot of my bikini top, his fingers grab hold of both ends of the string and he hesitates again.

My chest heaves. My breasts ache. “Show me…” I whimper. “Show me what you want to do to me…”

The instant I say that, his lips are on me again, licking and sucking on my neck as his impatient hands struggle with the strings of my bikini top.

I’m not cold anymore. In fact, I’m sweating. The heat of this lust between us is burning me up. I’m shrugging my shoulders, letting his flannel shirt fall away.

As soon as I’m free of all that fabric, Darius is devouring my breasts, worshipping my nipples, scraping his stubble along my sensitive flesh.

He squeezes my spheres together, pressing his face into the valley and breathing me in. “Perfect…” he mumbles against my chest. “You are absolutely perfect…”

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