Kelly
I'm not scared of Crash. I've wanted to sleep with him for months. But there's always something to hold me back: The fear of it being weird. Of not being good at it. The thought of Dan finding out—it all terrifies me.
I shiver, and Crash thinks it's because I'm aroused. He growls in his throat and nips the spot under my ear, distracting me from my fears with the feelings he's wringing out of my body.
My skin tingles wherever we touch. My lungs pump fast because I need extra oxygen. I'm flushed, every nerve ending tingling—sensation heightened. And trembling with need.
I let my hands trail down Crash's back until I grasp his hips where he lies between my thighs, and pull him harder against me.
Crash's voice is so deep, I can hear how much he wants me. It makes me feel beautiful. I arch into him.
Then suddenly he's gone, all his weight, his hands, his kiss are gone. I push up on my elbows.
