Make Me Crazy

“How will I know when I find him?” she asks.

“He’ll put you first. Always,” I say, glancing down at her lips. “No matter what.”

Suddenly overcome with frustration, I down the rest of my beer and get up. Raking a hand through my hair, I say, “I need to cool off. I’m going for a swim.”

I walk down to the water and straight in. When I’m up to my knees, I dive under the surface and feel the ocean surround me, hiding me from my feelings.

Chapter 7

Paige

I watch as Mac swims, his powerful body cutting through the strong tide like it’s nothing. My head is swimming almost as fast as he is, thinking of all kinds of naughty things I want to do with him. I want to wrap my legs around him and feel him sink his anaconda into me, and grind my hips over his lap, and…and…oh, my. I haven’t felt like this with a guy for so long, I can’t even remember who he was. It was all I could do not to jump him when he came out of the bathroom in only his shorts. His chest and abs and back are like a work of art, complete with just the right amount of tattoos. His tanned, taut skin looks like it is barely about to contain all those muscles that I want to lick.

No, Paige. We’re totally wrong for each other, but I can’t help wanting him. And I think he might want me, too. The way he looks at me, it’s like he’s devouring me with his eyes. I think about his words, about finding a man who will put me first. Isn’t that what he’s done since I met him? I know it was only yesterday, but I think of all the ways he’s taken care of me before himself. First, he came back and agreed to fly me to the wedding, even though the storm was coming. Then, he fed me and made a bed for me so I could rest, when he could have easily been angry about the accident. Then he made breakfast so I could shower first. Huh. Maybe he isn’t so wrong for me, after all…

I watch as he starts back to shore, his pace increasing as he moves with the tide now. When he gets close enough to stand, he rises from the water, his perfect body dripping and rippling as he walks toward me. My heart pounds in my chest and I feel myself growing wet. I want him. Now. More than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life.

I stand and walk to him, the sand warm on my bare feet. When I reach him, neither of us say anything. We just stare at each other. His breath is ragged and I know it’s as much from his swim as it is from the heat between us, because my own breath is just as choppy. He reaches up and rubs his thumb across my bottom lip, then grabs me by my upper arms and pulls me to him, kissing me roughly on the mouth.

I match his intensity, running my hands all over his hard body as I open my mouth to let his tongue inside. He tastes salty and the way his mouth is moving mine is something entirely new and wonderful for me. I’ve never been kissed like this before. I’ve never been kissed by a man. One who knows what he’s doing. And, oh, my God, does it ever feel good. I let out a little moan and feel him smile as he kisses me some more.

When he stops, he pulls back for a moment. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

My heart pounds and I’m suddenly terrified that he’s going to stop. “I know, but I need this. I need you. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t have you.”

“Don’t say it if you don’t mean it, Paige, because once we start, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“I want you, Mac. Please. I won’t change my mind.”

I lift up onto my tiptoes and kiss him wildly on the mouth to show him that I mean it. His hands move to the front of my shirt and he yanks at it, popping all the buttons in one quick move. I gasp, shocked that he could do that so easily. But he doesn’t stop there, he tugs the sleeves down off my shoulders and the shirt falls to the sand, leaving me in my pink bra and panties. His mouth leaves mine just long enough for him to get a look at me like this, almost naked in the sun. The expression on his face tells me I have nothing to feel embarrassed about.

I run my hands down the ridges of his abs to the front of his shorts, then undo the button and unzip them. When they fall off his narrow hips, he’s completely nude, his enormous cock aimed at my tummy. He wasn’t exaggerating. The man is hung. I take his cock in both hands, surprised to see how small they look wrapped around his hard length.

He smiles down at the sight of my hands on him like this, then quicker than I can think, my bra is gone and he’s holding my breasts in his big hands, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. He lowers his face to my chest and plunges his mouth over my right breast, sucking and swirling his tongue over my nipple until I can hardly stand it. He stays there for a long time, then moves over the other side and starts over, tempting and torturing me with his tongue. If he can bring me this close to coming just with his mouth on my breasts, I can only imagine what he’d do if his face were between my thighs right now.

He kisses his way up my body and his mouth finds mine again. His hand slides down my tummy and in between my legs. His fingers find their way inside my drenched panties and his hot skin presses against my throbbing pussy. I grind against his palm, shameless, wanting, aching for release. I moan and my hips buck against his hand, begging him to finger-fuck me. Just when I’m about to go insane from sexual frustration, he dips his fingers inside me, rubbing against my waiting clit.

“You’re so wet, baby girl,” he says in a low tone. “I want to taste your sweet honey.”

“Yes, Mac, please,” I pant.

He rubs my pussy some more, then pulls out just when I was about to come. I let out a pouty sound that makes him chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you so good that by the time I’m through with you, you’ll be ruined for other men.”

“I already might be,” I say, and it’s true. He’s already given me more pleasure than that prick, Greg, ever did.

Mac lifts me up by my ass and I wrap my legs around his waist. This is exactly what I was trying not to think about earlier and now that it’s actually happening, it’s so much better than I could ever have imagined. I rub against his giant cock, soaking him.

He walks with me in his arms and just as I’m about to line the tip of his cock up, he sets me down on one of the lounge chairs.

“Not yet. You’re not ready for me.” He lowers himself onto his knees and spreads my legs apart with his hands.

I prop myself onto my elbows and stare down at him while he kisses his way up my inner thigh until he reaches my sweet spot. His tongue travels the outside of my sensitive skin, causing my legs to spread even more. I watch, mesmerized by the sight of him licking and sucking on me like this. It’s the first time a man has gone down on me, and I honestly had no idea until this very moment just how much I’ve been missing out on.

“Oh, God, Mac, that’s so good.”

He lifts his face up and smiles at me. “It’s better than good. I’ve never tasted anything as good as you.”

This time when his mouth touches me, he spreads my lips with his fingers and he finds my pulsing clit, letting his tongue roll over it with just the perfect amount of pressure. He lets out a deep growl that vibrates through my entire body and sets off an explosion of pleasure. I jerk and buck my hips and press myself against his face, coming in huge waves all over his mouth. He slides his fingers deep inside my pussy and my orgasm is drawn out for what feels like hours. When it’s over, I open my eyes again in time to see him lapping up my juices. The sight of it has me so turned on, I feel like I could have another orgasm right now. I don’t know if it’s him or if it's feeling like there’s no one else left on the planet, but it’s like a switch has been flipped and I’m no longer the shy, inexperienced Paige anymore. I left her back in St. Lucia. Now, I’m a wild, free, sex kitten, who isn’t going to over-think this. I’m just going to let myself go. Let myself feel. Let myself enjoy every lick, every suck, every touch. I’m going to do things I never thought I would but always wanted to.