Crazy in Love by Kristin Miller Page A

her veins, making her weak, but it came in pathetic second to the hollow ache flooding her middle. She could barely stand, hardly keep her eyes open.
    As he stood to claim her mouth once more, Rachael closed her eyes and lost her balance. She reached out and grabbed him between the legs, using his shaft to steady herself.
    “Glad I could be of service.” He chuckled, pushing his hips forward. “Feel free to hold on whenever you feel yourself falling off the earth.”
    She leaned her head back and grinned, stroking him outside of his jeans. He was impressively large, like a hot rod of steel, but she already knew that; the image of him standing in the hall, dripping wet, had burned into her memory.
    “We should get these off,” she slurred, the ache between her legs increasing each passing second. She couldn’t wait for his body to hover over hers, for his hips to pin her down as his thick length stretched her tight. “If you like the bra, you should see the panties.”
    He kissed her open-mouthed, plunging his tongue deep. “That’s the magic word right there.”
    “Panties?”
    Groaning, he shrugged out of his sweater, tossed it to the floor, and then popped the button on his jeans. He was even more gorgeous without his clothes: golden-tan skin shaped over rippled muscle. His abs flexed and twitched as he brought the zipper down. Rachael’s mouth watered as her fingers grazed down his chest, his abs, his—
    The doorbell went off, ring-a-ding-linging into the hall.
    “We’re closed!” she hollered, falling against him. The instant skin hit skin, she went damp with need. She’d never wanted anyone more.
    “Rachael?” Another knock. “It’s Joey.”
    Shit damn freaking shit.
    She’d just said she wasn’t home. Lot of sense that made. She couldn’t blow Joey off now. She didn’t want to answer the door, but she didn’t want to be completely rude, either.
    “Give me another ten seconds and you’ll forget all about him.” Cole swiped his fingers between her legs, over her jeans. Her girlie parts tingled with desperation. She ached to feel his fingers on her sensitive flesh, to stroke her to climax. It’d be so easy. She was already so close.
    “I have to get it. I can’t turn him away now.” Rachael moaned as he swirled his fingers along the seam of her jeans. “Give me two seconds!” she called out, though she wasn’t sure exactly who she was talking to.
    “Rachael?” Joey said, trying the handle. “Is everything all right?”
    “Yes!” She stopped the door with her heel and leaned over to snatch her sweater off the floor. “One second!” She shoved it over her head. “Don’t move,” she whispered to Cole. “Not one muscle.”
    “I’ll try, but there’s one muscle that’s got a mind of its own.”
    Giving a visible shudder, Rachael tugged the sweater down her stomach. She let the door creep open and stood in the entry, blocking Joey’s view.
     
    * * *
     
    Rachael didn’t give Cole the chance to get his shirt back on or get out of the way. He was stuck. To go upstairs, he had to cross the foyer. To sneak into the dining room and kitchen, he had to do the same.
    “Hey Joey!” she said, leaning against the door to completely obstruct his view. “What are you doing here?”
    “I brought you these.” He handed her a dozen yellow roses. “I felt bad about rescheduling our date earlier and thought I’d come by to apologize in person.”
    “Oh!” She patted her hair, smoothing the strands he’d messed up by tunneling his fingers through it; pride streaked through him. “That was nice of you. Thanks.”
    “Are you…” Joey paused. “…drunk?”
    She giggled, burying her nose in the flowers. “I went to Shots for a drink after you canceled.”
    “From the looks of it, I’d say you had more than one.”
    Cole straightened against the wall.
    What was this guy’s deal? He wasn’t her father or her boyfriend. What did he care where she went or how many drinks she