Love Me Crazy by Camden Leigh Page A

The deep undertones in his voice send a fever frenzy rolling through me. “Someone has to look out for you tonight.”
    “I’m drunk.” Poor excuse. “Maybe I’m not thinking straight.”
    “I hardly taste any liquor on you.” His gravelly voice wakes my insides, sending heat striking like lightning between my legs. “What’s two plus two?”
    “Twenty-two,” I answer.
    “See? Totally lucid and sarcastic. You would’ve answered right if you were drunk.”
    Dang, he’s right. Didn’t see that coming.
    “Stay with me tonight.”
    I hesitate, wanting to say no, wanting more to say yes. “Just tonight.”
    His eyebrows perk and I swear the heat between us doubles. “Let’s decide that tomorrow.”
    I nod and head up the stairs where the bedrooms are located. I hope I can find his without looking like an idiot.
    He grabs my waist and I squeal as I fall to my knees and nearly whack my head on a step. He leans over me and wraps his hand over my mouth. “
Shhh
.”
    I pull his hand down and roll to my ass. “Then don’t attack me when I’m trying to come off as sexy.”
    “You
are
sexy.” He kisses my lips, sinking into me, his knee dropping between my legs. “Now about the coming part . . .” Elbows on either side of my head, he nibbles my lip, drops kisses on my chin, down my throat.
    A burn for him spreads through my body. If he wants to do me right here, I’m game. My moan comes out like a freaking purr. And as if sounding like a cat isn’t enough, I arch my back away from the steps and push my breasts toward him. Totally on hypnotic remote control.
    His breath heats the thin silk separating us, sending my nipples spiking hard.
    “
Mmmmm
, that makes me hungry.” He kisses the perky tip through my dress then pulls it and my strapless bra down to expose his new favorite toy.
    His tongue’s wet warmth triggers my hips to jolt forward. It’s like I’ve thrown all my self-control over the banister and it’s sitting shattered all over the foyer. I’ll never piece it back together now. Not that I want to at the moment.
    I tuck my pelvis, inching away from him but hating the disconnect. He leans to the side, adjusting his weight and massages his free hand across my other breast, squeezing then pinching at my nipple. He rocks into me, hard and ready, straining to get out of his pants as much as I’m straining to get in. His throaty groan vibrates against my skin triggering wetness between my thighs. He traces lazy circles around my navel. I bite my lip in anticipation, wanting to inch up my dress so the contact is real.
    His kisses track down my center, following the same trail he’d made with his hand. “Shit, Cass. You’re so fucking wet and wearing no panties.”
    I smile. “Would you like me to run and grab some?”
    His fingers dig into my hips, answering my question with desperation. He runs his thumb over my clit, which sends me spiraling into stars-ville with fireworks waiting in the wings. The heat from his lips permeates the silk and before my next breath, he flips up my dress and spreads my legs, entering sacred territory.
    I grab the step below me and dig my fingers into the carpet to avoid screaming out as he tongues around the top and strokes my insides with his adept fingers. My head falls back as I reach for the orgasm threatening to ignite the fireworks.
    A light flickers on the landing above, altering the darkness. I grip Quinn’s hair, pushing him away. Holy crap, if anyone sees, I’ll die a million and ten deaths and dig a grave for each.
    Quinn glances at the light, then kisses my inner thigh, lower and lower still. His tongue traces my sensitive lips and I grit my teeth to avoid screaming out. He strokes me with his fingers, enters one then two, massaging the magic spot while his tongue dances across my clit.
    I smack my hands down on the steps and press my lips together, muffling a pleasure-cry as he pushes me near the edge. Sparkling bliss lights me on fire. I rock my