Free Crazed: A Blood Money Novel by Edie Harris

heart with his death.
    A sob caught in her throat as she shoved that terrible thought aside and laid her palms flat on the solid slabs of his chest. His skin sizzled under her touch, hot and perspiring, and she dragged her hands over all those delicious ripples and ridges until she reached the unbuttoned fly of his utility trousers.
    “You gonna touch me, baby?” He licked a path along her jaw to catch her earlobe between his teeth, hips thrusting into her hands. “Do it. Put your hands on my cock and make me alive for the first time in years.” His fingers made quick work of her bra before attacking the button at her waistband, racing to get her naked with a desperation she more than recognized, and reciprocated.
    Boldly gripping the thick length of his erection through his trousers, she squeezed him, hard, and laughed in delight when his big body trembled. “Oh, Casí, look at you shake.” With her thumb, she drew down the zipper and reached in to heft the significant weight of his arousal. Warm satin skin, insatiable hardness and the slick drip of pre-ejaculate easing her grip.
    She grabbed his chin in her other hand and directed his mouth back to hers, losing herself in his kiss as a bubbling brightness, like sunshine, pushed against the insides of her bones, desperate to break free. If it did, would she disintegrate under its unbearable lightness? Would this stolen freedom be the end of her?
    Fear coursed in her blood, but the nerves only heightened her reaction as he rid her of everything but her panties...and then those, too, disappeared with the swipe of one greedy hand. He didn’t give her a chance to strip him before shimmying out of his trousers and briefs, needy little sounds leaving his lips as he kissed her wildly.
    She remembered those sounds—he’d always been vocal in bed—but they affected her all the more now, standing naked together, soul mates and strangers in the same instant. Crazed by the knowledge that lived in her cells, she flung her arms around his neck and infused her kiss with every emotion running rampant through her vibrating limbs.
    Casey wasn’t the only one who shook.
    His hands skated over her shoulders, her back and rib cage, until he bent and grabbed her by the thighs and, without any assistance from her whatsoever, lifted her off the floor, urging her legs to wrap around his waist. Linking her ankles over his backside, she squeezed him tight, aligning her upper body with his and whimpering at the sensation of her breasts pressed to his chest. It took him zero effort to hold her, and she loved that. Loved his obvious strength, loved the way he moved her where and how he wanted her simply because he could. Because he was in charge here, as he’d always been.
    Sure, she had goaded him. Teased and flirted and flaunted until he’d lost control giving her what she wanted—his body. Those bossy hands and that dirty mouth, and a cock that had filled her better than any who came before him, and all that, combined with the intelligent gleam in his eyes, had done her in. As soon as she waved her invisible white flag, he had taken the reins and never, ever loosened them.
    She never, ever wanted him to.
    Two strides brought them to the bed, and he knelt on the mattress, settling her none-too-gently to her back and letting his superior mass weigh them down. “Baby, baby,” he breathed past her lips as he slid one hand between their overheated bodies. “Ilda.” His touch found her, parted her and thrust hard inside her, filling her slick sheath with two blunt fingers.
    She cried out, her spine arching off the bed, barely aware of him shifting down her body to suck her clitoris between his lips. His tongue flicked the tip, then suckled as though his life depended on making her clit the center of his world. He lapped at her folds, tasting the creamy arousal that elicited all number of rude noises, between the rough, masculine fingers playing her pussy and the wet warmth of his hungry