THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,290

twining my tongue with hers, letting her know I’m okay. It’s a familiar dance we both know well. She responds by leaning into me and pulling the top of my jeans toward her. I bring her back against the table, capturing her lips as she clings to me, pulling my weight on top of her.

Leaning back, I break the kiss and look at her. Stroking a piece of her blonde hair out of her face, I say, “This is real.” Earlier she wanted to ask me about V and my time away. I could tell. She didn’t. Lainey showing restraint is a bad work of art.

She looks just as mystified and excited. “This is so real,” she replies, her eyes sparkling. “You should probably move my breakfast,” she says quickly, keeping her hands wrapped around my neck. I need to catch my breath, so I take this opportunity to extricate myself and move the plate. The second I release her, she slides her shorts and panties off. I must look like a feral dog that has gone weeks without food as I stare at her. She smiles a knowing smile. “It’s okay, I won’t bite. We should probably take it slow.” Quirking her head to the side, she bites her lip. Quite the opposite of what she just said, she peels her shirt and bra off and tosses them to the opposite end of the long table.

My jeans are already unbuttoned due to her handiwork, so I make light work of pulling my shirt off and approach her slowly—very slowly. I want to see every square inch of her to know if she still looks the same. The freckle by her belly button is still there, the scar on her ankle from ankle surgery is lighter, her tits—her gloriously natural tits—are pert and the perfect size. They fit in my hands like they were made for me. Lainey leans back and gives me this perfect bird’s-eye view and then she lets her knees fall apart. My cock is straining against my jeans, and now that her shaved pussy is on full display I’m wasted with desire.

This may seem like an odd time to think about another man, but Dax slips in nonetheless. I can remind myself a million times that Lainey is mine, that she’s always been mine, that we would be living happily ever after right now if not for V and his vindictive ways, and I’d still feel a twinge of guilt. She’s been his for the stolen years. I called Dax. We spoke of Lainey and how he wants her to know she has options. He wants to win her fair and square. I didn’t have the heart to tell him fair and square loses every single time. The option that Lainey is exercising at the moment has my mouth watering and my dick rapt at attention. A stronger man, a man with more integrity, would resist. I was stripped of everything, integrity included. I just want back what is rightfully mine.

“I want to kiss your entire body. You want that?” I ask, rubbing the insides of her thighs with the palms of my hands. Her body excites me. It’s familiar and brand new at the same time. Everything washes away when I touch her. I can block my pain receptors with her pleasure. I can forget. “Every single square inch of you,” I say, folding my hands around her tiny waist.

She nods, her doe eyes challenging me to merely kiss her. Smirking, I lean over her, drag my lips across her tits, down her stomach, and back up her neck to find her mouth. Lainey whimpers as I rest some of my body weight on top of her. My mouth is watering by the time I bring my lips on top of hers. Her scent is all around me, her warm skin is against my chest, and my cock is nestled right where it wants to be. How to tell her how much I’ve missed her? Or that her fucking gorgeous face is still the center of my universe? She grabs my face and deepens the kiss, her lips claiming me, and I find myself fighting to breathe. Lainey brings up her legs and locks them around my waist, capturing me to her. My jeans and boxers are still on and I’m thanking God I didn’t take them off yet. Gently I slide down between her legs. She keeps her hands on the side of my