Page 86 of Crazy Thing

“Absolutely,” he answers without hesitation, and the look in his eyes makes my heart flutter.

More and more, I’m finding this man irresistible. With each moment we spend together, our differences mean less to me. The only thing that matters is how much his presence speaks to my soul.

“I could kiss you,” I admit.

“I could kiss you back,” he mumbles, his gaze flitting down to my lips.

I rush forward, practically attacking his mouth with my own. I don’t know what’s come over me, but I couldn’t stop it if I tried.

I want Darius. All of him.

He’s caught by surprise at first, stumbling as I knock him off balance. But then, his strong hands reach out and grip my middle in a tight hold.

We’re bumping into shelves. My legs are knocking things on the floor in the near darkness.

Without breaking our kiss, Darius hoists me up onto awooden counter. It’s a wobbly one, not even attached to the wall.

But we’re all over each other.

Hands, lips, teeth. They’re everywhere. Mine. His.

Heat. Lust. An overwhelming sense of urgency.

I blink, and my skirt’s gone. My panties, too.

Darius spreads my thighs, guiding the tip of his erection to my entrance.

“Condom…” he mutters at the very last second.

“Shit.” I shake my head. “I don’t have any.”

“I don’t have any, either. I haven’t needed any for a long fucking time now.” He chuckles, almost embarrassedly.

As he speaks, he brushes the crown of his dick along my clit. Back and forth. Back and forth.

My breaths stutter and fireworks blink on and off before my eyes. “How long?” I manage to ask.

“Six months.” He shrugs. “Eight. I don’t know. I’ve lost track.”

I’m more than a little surprised to hear that. “I thought that men like you would have bootycalls on rotation like a mechanic shop.”

“Men like me?” he asks, eyes twinkling with amusement. “You mean, handsome, intelligent, well-endow—”

“Yes, yes. Andrich.” I laugh.

He chuckles heartily. “As I said, women haven’t been a priority of mine for a long time.” He smooths his knuckles down my cheek. “Until you…”

My belly flutters. “Don’t make me melt, Darius Brighton.”

“You’ve got to believe me. I mean it. You’ve shifted all my priorities, Ziggy. You’ve changed everything for me.”

This man’s perfect words will be my undoing.

And the most shocking part is, I believe him.

But even still, we need to be responsible. I do a quick calculation in my head, estimating my moon cycle.

“I won’t be ovulating for a while…” I blurt out. Why the hell did I just say that?!

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