Page 98 of Crazy Love

“Hey.” His voice is soft and warm, and threaded with something deeper.

His hands slide under my shirt, palms gliding up my skin until they reach my breasts.

I turn to face him and he leans his forehead against mine.

“It was a good day,” he says.

“A great day. Sam was so happy.”

“Yeah, I love seeing him like this. Winnie too.”

“It’s really hot when you’re in full dad-mode.”

He pulls my shirt over my head and bends down to tongue my nipple over the lace. “Yeah? You like dad-mode?”

“Very much,” I gasp.

He puts his hands on my hips and lifts me, kissing me as my legs wind around his waist. I tug at his shirt, pulling it off. He leans me against the wall, kissing me deeper. My head tips back and his mouth trails down my neck, tasting the skin there. My breath hitches.

“Penn,” I breathe, nails scraping lightly against the back of his neck.

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day,” he says, pressing against me. I tighten my legs around him and drag my nails down his stomach.

“Bedroom?” I ask, my mouth against his ear.

“How about here and then bedroom?”

I whimper and our bodies tangle together, fevered and rushed. I grip his shoulders as he tugs down my shorts, and when he slides his fingers between my thighs, he pulls back to stare at me.

“I love how you feel.”

I arch against him.

“My favorite place,” he says, as he slides a finger inside. “You. Are. My. Favorite. Place.”

My head drops back against the wall, and he watches as he works me slowly, teasing me toward the edge with another finger.

My eyes flutter closed, but when his thumb rubs circles against me too, I struggle to open them. He watches me with full concentration, his body attuned to mine. Just as I’m getting so close, he pulls his hand away, and I let out a frustrated sound, which makes him grin.

Cocky bastard.

He slides his sweats down and lifts me higher as he lines us up.

My eyes go wide when he sinks into me. “Oh, God?—”

He has every right to be a cocky bastard. The guy has awakened my body like no one ever before. There’s just no comparison to be made.

“I needed to feel that pussy so bad,” he says, his voice going raspy as he thrusts into me, slow and deep.

My legs shake, and my nails drag down his back. He buries his face in my neck, holding me steady.

“Penn,” his name spills from my mouth, breathy.

I tug his hair hard enough to make him groan and he presses me harder into the wall, angling deeper, encouraging me when I tighten around him.

“That’s it. I want to feel everything when you fall apart,” he says. “You’re so good, Addy. So perfect.”

I tremble, my body tensing as I shatter around him, and it pulls him over the edge right after me. He buries so deep inside, and the aftershocks burn through me.

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