Page 45 of Crazy Pucking Love
She let loose a sigh that apparently weighed a hundred pounds by how long it went on. She flashed Trevor a smile—the kind she usually gave me. “Can you hold on for a few minutes? I’ll be right back.”
He slid his arm around her waist, whispered something in her ear, and my rage shot to the boiling point—my muscles trembled from the effort it took to hold myself back.
I knew I had no claim on her. But I’d be damned if I was going to simply watch her walk away with some jerk who’d treat her like shit.
As soon as she stepped away from him, I grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the rooms where people went to hook up. When a couple was about to go into one, I shot the guy a glare, and he slowly backed up.
“Dane, why are you dragging me back here?” Megan asked. “Just tell me whatever you’re going to tell me.”
I pulled her into the room and slammed the door closed, double-checking we were alone before spinning to face her. “Don’t leave with that guy.”
Megan crossed her arms. “Excuse me? That’s really none of your business.”
“He’ll just use you.”
“Maybe I want to be used, and to use someone right back,” she said. “Again. None of your business.”
I shook my head. “No you don’t. You want someone who’ll take care of you.”
“I want someone who doesn’t pull away every time I try to kiss him, and Trevor doesn’t.”
She started to go for the door, and I spun her around, both of my hands caging her in. She glared at me, and I glared back, my breath growing shallow, desire rising up and mixing in with frustration and jealousy and full-blown panic.
“I don’t need you to protect me,” Megan said. “I know you’ve got a big brother complex.”
I leaned closer, close enough to feel the heat radiating off her body. “Trust me, there’s nothing brotherly about how I’m feeling right now.” Another inch and we were hip to hip, my erection pressing against her, my self-control completely unraveled and laid at her feet. “This is more pure, animalistic, you’re-mine-and-I-don’t-want-any-other-guy-to-touch-you.”
Her breath escaped in one big whoosh and color rose to her cheeks. For a second she didn’t move, and I could hear my rapid pulse thundering through my head. Her hands circled my biceps, and I told myself if she yanked my arms down and moved to leave again, I’d let her go, even if it killed me.
Instead her fingers dug into the skin as she let out the tiniest whimper.
So I let go of what little restraint I had left and crashed my lips over hers.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Megan
The instant Dane’s lips touched mine, I lost my will to fight against the pull I felt every time we were in the same room.
A moan escaped my lips as his hips ground against mine. He thrust his tongue inside my mouth, his kiss turning urgent, hungry. I ran my hands up his firm shoulders and linked my fingers behind his neck, needing to hold on, wanting him even closer.
Stuttered breaths. Lips and tongues. Bodies pressed so tightly together that I could feel every hard inch of him.
Dane slid his hands up my thighs, fanning the flame of need pooling low in my stomach and making mesograteful I’d worn a skirt. He dragged a knuckle over my panties, right up the center, and I shuddered against him.
He pushed aside the silky material, the next drag skin against skin, and my vision blurred around the edges, my thoughts turning just as hazy. As he circled my clit with his thumb, he swirled his tongue over mine, driving me crazy with want.
He increased the pressure and tempo and my knees buckled, but he had me pinned tightly enough to the door that I didn’t fall. “Dane…”
“That’s right. Say my name.” He slid a finger inside and pleasure rippled through me. Time stopped yet sped up, and I arched my hips, wanting more.
Dane kissed my neck, a soft press of lips followed by the intoxicating drag of his whiskers. He pumped his finger in again as he moved his mouth over my ear. He gently bit my earlobe, nearly sending me over the edge. “Tell me you won’t go home with that guy.”
“I…” My chest rose and fell against his as I tried to catch my breath.
Dane withdrew his finger, the tip lightly pressing my entrance, and I whimpered—I couldn’t help it. I’d never experienced anything as amazing as the magic he was working with his fingers, and I needed more.
“Tell me,” he said.
