Crazy for You by Maddie James Page A

He closed his eyes and let the sensation
take him away. Involuntarily, he unbuttoned his shirt down the
front and slid the shirt off his shoulders.
    Tasha’s fingers stopped as she touched his
skin.
    “Do you mind?” he asked softly. “Your fingers
feel so good and I—”
    “No,” she replied quickly, a rasp in her
voice. “I don’t mind. Whatever works for you is fine with me,” she
added a little hesitantly.
    Andrew let her continue in silence for
several more minutes. After a while, he knew nothing of anything
around him but the feel of the soft pads of her fingers stimulating
his muscles into relaxation, and the drowsy, warm feeling in his
head from her ministrations.
    Soon he was conscious only of those
sensations, mixed with her even breathing behind him and the faint
warmth of her breath against his heated skin. Deep inside, he felt
something break loose and take hold. And all too quickly, he
realized it was the passionate flames of desire leaping up inside
and touching his heart. Before he realized it, he acted on that
impulse and turned to face Tasha.
    Her eyes were a dewy brown, wide and filled
with question. Her lips were full and plum red and moist. Slightly
open, her breathing had now escalated into small pants and as each
breath exited her mouth, he could feel the moist warmth against his
chest. Her hands had fallen to her lap as if she suddenly didn’t
know what to do with them.
    Keeping the gaze between them intact, Andrew
reached out and cupped her cheek in his hand. As if drawn together
like a magnet, Tasha leaned forward to rest her face in his palm
and Andrew leaned forward to capture her lips in a sweet
embrace.
    The kiss was gentle, soft, and lingering. Her
lips were plump and inviting. And it was all Andrew could do to
tear himself away. But he did.
    He peered into her eyes for a moment longer
and Tasha didn’t move. Andrew realized how deeply they had both
been moved by the simple kiss. And that, scared the hell out of
him.
    He broke away and stood. While adjusting his
shirt, he glanced to Tasha. For a tall woman, she suddenly looked
small and lost. Her face still held the questioning gaze it did
moments earlier, before the kiss. It was as though she’d abruptly
grasped something, and it had taken her quite by surprise.
    Well, he could understand that. He was quite
taken by surprise, himself.

 
     
     
    Eighteen
     
    Uninhibited at Eden II, The Club Regale
    Disco Night
     
    “You need clothes.”
    Andrew looked down at her, still buttoning
his shirt. “Excuse me?”
    “You’ve worn those things for two days. You
need clothes, Mr. Powell. Let’s go shopping.”
    Funny, how that hadn’t occurred to him until
she mentioned it. Seemed she was more concerned with getting him
out of his clothes rather than the other way around.
    “Shopping.”
    “Yes. Shopping. You know, you go into a
store, pick out something you like, hand over money for it, and
it’s yours. Shopping.”
    “I know what shopping is.”
    “Then let’s do it. Shopping, I mean. Besides,
you need some appropriate attire for this evening.”
    “Evening?”
    “Yes, evening. The part of day that comes
after the afternoon, generally after dinner. This evening.”
    Andrew shook his head. The woman could
certainly talk in circles. “And what is going on this evening?”
    “Well,” Tasha rose and started for the door.
“This evening, Disco is on the agenda. The party starts at nine.”
She headed for the door. “Be there or be square. And if your butt
isn’t there, I’ll come get you and drag you there myself.”
    Andrew harbored no doubt that she would do
just that.
    She tossed him a threatening little smile and
opened the door. “Coming?”
    “Where?”
    “Shopping.”
    He shook his head. “I’m not doing Disco.”
    “Oh pooh. Yes you are. So, are you
coming?”
    “I don’t do Disco.”
    “No one does Disco, Andrew. Disco just kind
of does you.” She smiled again and motioned with one finger for him
to