Loving Her Crazy (9 page)

Chapter Nine

Nash’s knuckles throbbed from connecting with the idiot’s face, but he didn’t regret it. The bum deserved much more than that for the filthy insults he’d hurled at Iris. Even worse, for putting his hands on her. And touching his hat…

Iris ground her hips against him, and his body jumped to attention, all thoughts of anything but the woman in his arms, vanishing. They rocked together, their hands roaming, while they twisted and moved with the music. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been to a club, at least not one like this. He was always up for a little boot-scootin’ at his local bar, but an actual club… It had definitely been awhile. Not that it would have mattered. Every other time would have paled in comparison.

Because of Iris. Damn, she was a little firecracker. Lighting him on fire and burning him up.

She rose on her toes, sucked his earlobe into her mouth, and bit, not hard, but enough to make his dick try to jump through his jeans to get to her. She retreated, a smug smile on her lips. Oh, she wasn’t getting away with that one. He gripped her hand and pulled her to him, pinning one arm behind her back, his other hand threading through her hair as he cupped her neck and brought her close.

He hesitated just long enough to make sure she was happy to be where she was. She stretched her face up to meet his, and he dragged her closer, lifting her to her toes while he kissed her. She clung to him, trembling in his arms as he deepened the kiss.

He was about to drag her off the floor and find a place they could explore a little more thoroughly when the music changed. Iris laughed as Run DMC’s “Walk this Way” blared out through the speakers.

“I love this song!” she shouted over the heightened commotion on the floor.

People were spreading out, opening up a hole in the middle of the dancers. One or two people at a time ventured in to pull a few moves and then danced out to make room for someone else. Nash laughed at Iris who bounced and cheered those who took a turn on the floor.

The two in the middle of the floor danced themselves off, and Iris let out a “Whoop!” and skipped into the circle. Nash’s jaw dropped. She slid into a half split that had the crowd roaring, and then bounced back up and shook her groove-thing like it was 1989. She pulled a perfect Cabbage Patch, threw in a Running Man, and a snaky, robot thing that was seriously impressive, and then just undulated like her body was made of liquid silver.

Nash was a laid-back kind of guy, even on the quiet side. He did like to dance, and he was fairly decent at it, but he’d never done anything even remotely like that. Standing in a crowd of people going wild and watching Iris tear up the dance floor, he couldn’t help but let the beat get in his blood.

She turned to him and cocked her finger, beckoning him onto the floor. He hesitated, and the crowd started chanting. “Cowboy, cowboy, cowboy!”

He laughed. Well shit. No help for it then. He’d go bust-a-move, but he was going to do it his way. He hooked his fingers in his belt loops and line danced his way onto the floor. Iris’s face broke out in a huge grin. Who says you can’t line dance to eighties hip-hop? He tipped his hat to Iris and then let his feet fly, turning in and out, boot-scootin’ and cha-chaing all around her in the middle of the floor. She jumped up and down, screaming for him like the rest of the crowd. He only had eyes for her.

He stopped in front of her, clapped one hand on his hat, and let his hips do the talking. Or thrusting, as it were. The hunger in Iris’s eyes was all the motivation he needed to step it up a bit more. In a move that mirrored hers, he slowly untucked his shirt, revealing patches of his toned abs while he did his best Magic Mike impression and sidling closer to her.

Iris watched for a moment, then reached out, grabbed him by the waistband, and hauled him against her, pulling him down for a kiss. He pressed her as close as she could get, sinking into the sweet taste of her and pouring every ounce of adrenaline and heat that he was feeling into it. She kissed him back, making him groan.

Then she pushed him away, startling him for a moment, until she started dancing for him again, a provocative smile on her lips. He followed suit, and they went back and forth, throwing moves while the crowd went wild. He laughed, wondering where the real Nash had gone. Exhilaration filled him, making him feel reckless, completely uninhibited. The atmosphere in the club was intoxicating, irresistible.

And so was she.
My God
. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her. And not just because that gorgeous body of hers was moving in ways he’d only dreamed of. It was more than that. She was so full of light and laughter she just exuded energy,
life
. At that moment, he’d have followed her anywhere.

The crowd around them hooted and hollered as the song segued into Sisquo’s “Thong Song” and Nash laughed, looking at Iris with raised brows. Her smile stayed in place but something about her demeanor changed. Yeah, the song was kinda funny, but the beat and tone had a distinctly sexier vibe. One that Iris was obviously feeling. Her lips parted, her eyes filling with heat as she watched him move. This time he was the one to beckon her closer, raising a finger to motion her to him.

The space around them filled up again, the dancers lost in their own worlds. He danced closer to her, and this time she didn’t move away. Instead, she swayed nearer, her hip movements matching his. She slipped one leg between his and slung an arm around his neck, the other hanging loose while she moved against him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close in a good, old-fashioned bump and grind.

Together they rocked to the music. He let his hand drift lower down her hips until he was palming her ass, pressing her against his growing erection. She gasped, her arm tightening her grip around his neck as she tried to mold herself to him. He groaned and wrapped both arms around her, his mouth caressing her neck. She let her head drop back as they danced, allowing his lips to trail over her neck as she dipped down and back up. God, she was going to be the death of him.

Their eyes met, heat burning between them. She ran a hand down his chest, her fingers trailing across his abdomen, along the band of his jeans, until she could dip a finger inside the top. She pulled him down for a kiss while her finger teased the tip of the erection that threatened to spill from his jeans. He groaned into her mouth while her finger played along the top of the sensitive head.

He broke away from her with a groan. “You keep doing that I’m going to give these folks more of a show than I’d prefer to do.”

Instead of laughing and backing away as he fully expected her to, Iris pressed herself closer, pulling her finger out of his jeans so she could palm the full length of him.

“Then let’s get out of here,” she whispered huskily into his ear.

He gazed down into her eyes, heavy and glazed with desire. Did she mean it?

She grabbed his ass, squeezing as she ground herself against him. “I want you. Right now.”

He groaned again and picked her up off her feet as his mouth crashed back onto hers. She kissed him and then broke away, panting for breath. Grabbing his hand, she towed him off the floor toward the signs for the bathrooms.

The hallway was as dimly lit as the rest of the club, but the music wasn’t quite as blaringly loud back here. The restrooms were located off to the right, and people milled around, talking, laughing, making out, while they waited in lines or nearby. To the left, the hallway was sectioned off with a curtain and a sign that said
Employees Only
.

Iris looked around, and Nash pulled on her hand. “We can’t,” he said, pointing to the sign. He pulled her to him, resisting the urge to kiss her again. They couldn’t just go at it in an employee hallway.

Iris didn’t seem to share his reservations. She stood on tiptoe to wrap her arms around his neck, making sure her body dragged against his as hard and as thoroughly as possible. “I can’t wait,” she said, capturing his lips in a short but devastating kiss before glancing around again to be sure they weren’t being observed. Then she twitched the curtain aside and pulled him in with her. The second the curtain was closed behind them she was back in his arms. His heart pounded twice as hard, the thrill of possibly getting caught mingling with the utter ecstasy of having her entwined around him. She looped her arms around his neck and hopped, wrapping her legs around his waist.

Nash broke away from the kiss long enough to quickly peruse the corridor. There were a couple doors that probably led to offices or storage areas. The end of the hall turned left, forming an
L
with the hall they were in. Nash headed in that direction, hoping there was a secluded corner around the bend. Because Iris was beginning to writhe and whimper in his arms, and he needed to get his hands and mouth on her before he exploded.

…

They stumbled around the bend, still locked together, their mouths moving feverishly.

“Over there?” Iris mumbled, nodding in the direction of a darkened corner, not caring where they were as long as she could touch more of him.

In three long strides, Nash had them hidden in darkness, and Iris was up against the wall. His hands were in her hair, his lips drinking her in as if he’d devour her. She whimpered, rubbing against him, frantic to bring him closer, to feel that hard length of him against her hot center.

His hands dragged down her waist, kneading her butt, spreading her thighs wider as he leaned into her. She tightened her legs around him, crying out when he thrust against her. His erection strained against his jeans and pressed into her. So close. But not enough. The pressure was exquisite, but she wanted more.

Nash’s hand massaged her breast, his thumb tweaking the nipple while he moved against her, pressing and releasing in an endless, torturous motion. The pressure inside her began to build, but between two layers of jeans she couldn’t feel enough of him to push her over the edge.

He pulled down the neck of her shirt, his mouth closing over her lace-clad breast. He sucked her nipple between his lips, his teeth gently grazing the throbbing bud.

“Oh God, Nash. Please,” she begged, her legs tightening around him.

He reached between them, his hand slipping past the waistband of her jeans, and she held her breath in anticipation. His fingers slid over her, rubbing against her throbbing clit. She moaned, both in relief and rapture so intense it bordered on pain. He pushed one finger inside her, and she trembled, pushing against his hand to force him deeper. A second finger slipped inside, and she nearly came apart.

Nash’s mouth covered hers, muffling the sounds of her pleasure. His thumb circled her clit while his fingers pumped in and out of her, his body echoing the motion. She wanted him inside her, wanted to feel every hard, hot inch filling her until she couldn’t take anymore. But all she could do was wrap her arms around his neck and hold on while he pushed her over the edge. She tensed, screaming her release into his mouth while her muscles spasmed around his fingers. He stroked her once, twice, dragging his fingers against her now oversensitive clit until she writhed against him.

He held her tight while she found her equilibrium, letting her slide down his body until she stood on trembling legs. She had never come like that before. She was shattered, destroyed. And wanted nothing more than to do it all over again. But slower, longer.

Nash withdrew his fingers and slowly brought them to his mouth, sucking each one clean while his gaze burned into hers. Her mouth dropped open as she dragged in ragged breaths of air. Holy fuck. Desire speared her belly, hot and hard.

She reached for the band of his jeans, her fingers fumbling at the top button. His hand closed over hers, and she raised surprised eyes to his.

“Let me,” she begged.

He shook his head, entwining his fingers through hers and dragging her back to him for a deep, thorough kiss that made her knees shake.

When he finally released her, all she could do was cling to him while she tried to drag air into her lungs past her furiously pounding heart.

“When I come, I want to be deep inside you so I can feel you orgasming around me. But I want to make love to you the right way. Slowly, thoroughly, and with you naked and spread out in front of me. Not up against some wall in the dark.” He gripped the back of her neck and pulled her in for another kiss. “Fuck, you have no idea how badly I want that.”

Iris’s jaw dropped and her body throbbed, wanting it just as badly.

“Where can we go?” she asked. “Hotel?”

“If we can find one that has a vacancy. With weather and everything getting shut down, that might be easier said than done.”

Iris frowned. No way was she giving up now after one brief taste. She wanted him with an intensity that should have scared her. But it only motivated her to find a way to have more. Everything. As soon as possible.

She reached up and kissed him, gently biting his lip. “Let’s get out of here then. I’m not done with you yet.”

He gave her a slow, sexy smile. “You can’t imagine how glad I am to hear that, darlin’.”

She kissed him again and then pushed away. “I need to head to the ladies’ room for a minute. Why don’t you go get Clyde and the Sloane Ranger, and I’ll meet you up front.”

He nodded, and she turned to go, then gave a little squeak of surprise when he yanked her back to him. He pushed her up against the wall again, both hands cupping her face and gripping her hair while his mouth feasted on hers.

He pulled away just as abruptly. “Hurry back,” he said with a wink, giving her a little shove toward the public hallway.

She laughed and snuck back through the curtain to get in line for the ladies’ room.

A pleasant weight settled low in her belly, a throbbing ball of heat that she couldn’t wait to stoke.

Nash had turned out to be much more than she ever could have hoped. She sent up a quick thanks to whoever was listening out there that their plane had been grounded. Now they just needed to find a place where they could really get to know each other before she exploded from sheer, unadulterated desire. She had no idea if that was possible. But she didn’t want to find out.