Free Crazy on You by Rachel Gibson

naked behind her, her beautiful face turned back, looking at him. Mine, he thought as he pulled out and thrust into her again. She pushed her bottom against him. Straining, wanting more. He gave it to her in long powerful thrusts. He drove inside again and again, his heart pounded boom-boom-boom. Mine. Mine. Mine. Over the roar in his head and ears, he heard her say his name. Telling him she wanted him. More. Harder.
    “Tucker,” she moaned loud enough to be heard in the next county as he felt the first tightening pulse of her orgasm. Good, he thought on some primal level. He was sure they were the only two left in the salon, but he didn’t care. If there was anyone around, they’d know what the two of them were doing. Know they were together. That she belonged to him now. He’d never been a possessive man, but as her orgasm pulled his own release from deep in his belly, he knew that he wanted this to last forever.
    The most intense pleasure he’d ever felt in his life rippled through his body and slammed into his heart. It spread fire across his skin, grabbed his insides, and stole his breath. He doubled over and planted his hands on the desk next to Lily’s. He buried his face in the curve of her neck and closed his eyes.
    As crazy as it sounded . . . as crazy as it felt . . . as crazy as it was—he’d fallen in love with her even before he’d walked into her salon earlier. He’d fallen for her that first day in her driveway.
    “Jesus,” he whispered. He’d never fallen so fast and hard and it scared the hell out of him. Scared him more than Taliban rounds whizzing past his nose and slamming into the granite mountain by his left ear. He’d been trained by the military what to do in combat. Trained by the sheriff’s department how to take down a felon bent on escape. But this? This was new territory. There was no training. No taking cover. No fighting back. There was just Lily and how she made him feel.

 
    C HAPTER S IX
     
    M onday morning, Lily pulled her Jeep into the parking lot of Crockett Elementary School and reached into the backseat. “My last appointment is at four. It’s just a cut and style so I should be home around six.” She stopped the SUV next to the sidewalk and handed Pippen his Angry Birds backpack. “What do you want for dinner?”
    He wore his red coat zipped all the way to his chin and said into the nylon collar, “Pizza.”
    Of course. She leaned toward him. “Give me some sugar, sugar.”
    He unbuckled himself. “Tonight,” he said. He’d stopped giving her sugar at school last year, but a mom could always try. “Is Tucker coming to play basketball today?”
    She shrugged. “He’s working, so I don’t know. I haven’t talked to him.” Not since he’d left her house yesterday around noon. Only half an hour before Ronnie had dropped Pippen off home. Four hours early, which was so typical of Ronnie. She hadn’t been all that surprised. She was just glad she’d been alone and had taken a shower.
    Pippen opened the door and slid out of the car. “Maybe he will.”
    “Maybe.” She gave him a little wave. “Love you, Pip.”
    “Love you, Momma.” He shut the door and she watched him run to a group of his friends hanging out near the playground equipment. She took her foot off the brake and drove out of the parking lot. Her first appointment today wasn’t until noon. Her assistant manager was certainly capable of running the salon when Lily wasn’t there.
    She stopped at a red light and thought about the last time she’d been in the salon, having sex with Tucker in her office. Sex that had been so good she might have moaned Tucker’s name a little too loud. She hoped she hadn’t and that everyone had already left the building like he’d said. By the time they’d redressed and left the office, the salon had been empty. Thank God.
    After she’d left the salon that night, Tucker followed her home in his truck and they’d spent the rest of the night in her