She gasps, her back arching. “I want it.”
That’s all I needed to hear. I position my cock at her entrance, then take her mouth as I push all the way inside her. She squeals, and I swallow the sound, then wait for her to adjust. I don’t want to hurt her, but I’m going to make her feel so fucking good that any bit of pain will be a distant memory. She feels so good, so goddamn perfect, that I wonder if I can last. I have to, because I won’t come until she is. I want to feel her squeezing my cock.
I pull back and press my forehead to hers. “You all right?”
“Yes,” she breathes. “But I need more.” She moves her hips.
I grip her ass harder and pin her against the door as I start to rock into her. Before long, I’m pistoning deep inside her as she grips my face, kissing me as I give her everything I have. I’m too rough, too desperate, too much–but I can’t stop. Not now that I’m inside her. With a yank, I pull down the top of her dress and cup one of her tits. Her nipple is hard, and I twist it the way she likes. Her moan spurs me on faster, my need to claim her like a whip at my back.
A hard knock sounds on the door.
Her eyes pop open.
I slow down but keep fucking her. “What?” I bark.
“This is the sheriff. I’m going to need you to unhand Miss Grable.”
I lick my thumb and place it on her clit, rubbing it as I pulse inside her.
She throws her head back.
“Miss Grable is busy at the moment.” I swirl my thumb in a circle, then push my hips forward to pin her hard against the door. I put my other hand over her mouth.
“Mr. Douglas, you can’t just take a woman off the stage like that. I need to know she’s all right.”
“She’s more than all right.” I speed up my pace, staying deep inside her as I rub her clit.
Her legs start to shake, her body getting even tighter, squeezing my cock until I feel like my balls are going to disobey me and lose it inside her.
He knocks again. “Open up. I’m serious.”
I thrust hard into her, then stroke her clit faster. She comes, and I press on her lips, keeping her quiet as I watch her shatter. My cock kicks, and I release, my groan low in my throat as I coat her with my seed. Fuck, I’ve never felt anything this good. I come so hard I wonder if I’m going to pass out, but I stay standing and keep rubbing her clit as she shudders, her cunt soaked and her body going lax.
“I said open up!” Clark yells.
I remove my hand from her mouth and kiss her, then lower her to her feet. She looks up at me, her eyes dazed, and I straighten her dress then tuck my cock back in.
When I open the door, Clark is glaring at me with nothing short of hatred.
“What can I do for you, Sheriff?” I wrap my arm around Liza’s waist.
His gaze goes to her, and I want to punch him in the fucking face until he doesn’t get up again, but I stay where I am. “You okay?”
“I, I um.” Her lipstick is smeared, her eyes glassy, her dress wrinkled–and she looks fucking perfect. “I’m good.”
“You sure?” He gives me a narrow-eyed glance. “He hurt you?”
“No.” She gets on her tiptoes and kisses me on my cheek. “Everything but. I’m good. Thanks.”
Clark’s glower grows deeper, but he steps back. A sigh leaves him as he turns and walks away down the back hallway, but he doesn’t say anything else.
She looks up at me, then gives me a sexy little smirk. “You were supposed to pay first.”
I break into laughter, a real one that pulls amusement from deep down in my chest. I pick her up and kiss her hard again, my heart full and my head fuzzy. That’s when I remember why I’m here, what I have to do, and what that will mean for Liza and me.
Fuck.
20
LIZA
“Don’t think for one second that you’re not paying up. My girl was gonna—” Eve trails off when she gets a good look at Crane and me. Her eyes widen in surprise. “Back it up. Hold on a second here.” Now she’s aimed her attention at me.
“What?” Crane’s hand that’s holding mine tightens. My whole body is buzzing still. Crane storming the stage when he saw me and going all caveman possessive has me falling harder for him. Actually, I think I’m done falling. I’m in love with him.
“You can’t let her go out there looking like that. Oh my God! No wonder Clark was pissed all the way off. You better drive under the speed limit for the rest of your life. Which better be spent in Snow Hills after this.” She waves her hand up and down at me. Thankfully, we’re still in the back hallway, so no one is witnessing this.