Page 18 of Crewe (Nelson’s Honkytonk Saloon & Bar #3)

Chapter Eighteen

R y followed Crewe as he held her hand and led her into the resort. An elevator opened just as they walked up. Crewe hustled them into the elevator, then repeatedly pushed the button to close the doors. As they slid closed, he turned toward her.

“Three floors to get a taste of you,” he muttered, running his finger across her lips, down her neck, dipping into her cleavage, and then back up to her neck to grasp her head, tugging her closer. His lips and tongue swept in. Ry’s toes curled, and she shivered.

Crewe’s touch was electric. If he could do this in the elevator, she couldn’t wait to be alone. He ravaged her mouth, leaning her against the wall. His knee wedged between her legs as he cuddled closer.

Crewe slid one hand down to her bottom, grasping it and lifting her. She wondered if it would be rude to rub her core against his knee. This man had her wet and wanting him with just a kiss and his touch.

A ding heralded another floor.

Crewe whispered one more floor against her lips, then trailed his mouth across her face to nibble her ear. She squirmed, trying to rub her hardening nipples against his chest—anything to feel him closer.

Another ding and Crewe pulled back. He grinned, grasped her around the waist, and tossed her over his shoulder.

“Crewe,” she squeaked .

“Don’t be shy now. I saw how you looked when you saw Rose over his shoulder,” he said, whistling as he carried her down the hall.

She tried to identify the song he was whistling, but then he was opening the door to their room.

She didn’t care what he’d been whistling.

All she cared about now was being with the man she couldn’t stop thinking about.

Crewe closed the door, then laid her on the bed, coming down with his knees between her opened legs.

“Crewe,” she said because now it was real. He was going to see her, and she was going to see him.

“Ry, Ryanne, even Ryan—when I want to see the fire in your eyes—if this isn’t what you want this minute or you’re not ready for this, then say no.

We’ll go join the kids for a movie, or we’ll take the bike up the canyon roads.

But if you say yes, there’s no going back.

You’re agreeing to be my woman, meaning all the things that involves… ”

“Like what?” she interrupted because hello, she was an independent woman and wasn’t going to just be the little woman. It might be good for some women, but not her.

He bit his lip, his grin reaching his eyes. “It means that sometimes you let me shoulder the load. I’m not saying you have to stop being you, but you let me in—all in, meaning if you need help, you ask. You’re not alone anymore.”

“But,” Ry said.

Crewe stared at her, letting her think. She didn’t know why she was stuck on this point except she’d been alone for so long that it was easier to do it all herself and not be disappointed. But Crewe wouldn’t disappoint her. She shouldn’t be judging him against the kids’ sperm donor.

“But it will probably be hard for me to ask for help. Maybe you could help me learn that—together?” she asked.

Crewe nodded, but she didn’t trust the grin on his face. Something was up.

“Okay,” he breathed, kissing her cheek, nibbling down her neck, and unbuttoning her top. He spread her shirt, staring at her breasts in the red, fur-edged bra .

“This is quite the present. I think Père Noel must think I’ve been a very good boy to have such nice wrapping.

But we all know that the real present is underneath the wrapping,” he breathed as he trailed his tongue between her breasts and followed the fur edge of the bra.

His fingers slid underneath the straps, sliding them down her arms, then tugging the cups under her breasts.

Her nipples were pebbled, and she ached for him to wrap his lips around them.

His lips and tongue traced across her breasts, making designs, but every time he was close to her nipple, he bypassed it.

She opened her eyes to see him lazily licking her breast, his eyes trained on her.

“Is this a lesson in asking for help?” she asked. He cocked a brow but didn’t say anything. She smiled, sliding her hand into his hair, gripping it tightly, and moving his lips to her nipple. He chuckled and sucked it into his mouth.

She widened her legs, moving against Crewe. Besides her breasts, they were fully clothed, and she didn’t want slow.

She tugged his hair until he looked at her .

“Hmm?” he asked against her nipple.

“I’m on fire for you. We have all night for slow and torturous. I want you inside me now,” Ry said.

Crewe chuckled again, sitting up on his knees. Tugging his T-shirt over his head, he tossed it toward the chair. He slid his arm around her back and lifted her enough to divest her of her shirt and bra. He laid her back down, tasting her other nipple.

“Can’t have them getting jealous of each other,” he said, trailing kisses down to her jeans.

He had her belt and jeans undone and was tugging them down her thighs before she could think of helping him.

She kept getting distracted by his muscled chest and imagining what his close-trimmed beard would feel like rubbing against her skin.

He got her jeans to her ankles, then got to her boots. “Whoops,” he said, pausing to remove the boots, then tossing her jeans on the chair. He paused and cocked his eyebrow.

“This is so hot,” he said, running his finger across the thong around her waist. He lifted her up, running his hand over her ass and grasping a handful.

“You’re always gorgeous, but I love my present all wrapped up in a skimpy ribbon,” he said, lying her back down, dropping a kiss on top of her stomach.

He stood up and stared at her while he unbuckled his belt and jeans.

He was efficient, which she appreciated because she wanted him now.

She trailed her hand down her stomach, then delved between her thighs.

She widened her legs so Crewe could see exactly what she was doing and how wet she was.

She bit her lip to not grin. Crewe’s shoes were off, and his underwear and jeans were around his ankles, but he was paused, watching her fingers.

He knelt on the bed and grasped her hand, pulling it toward his mouth to taste.

“You taste like my next meal. Maybe I need to taste it before we make love,” he said, then moved his leg, but it was still stuck in his jeans.

She would not laugh, but seeing the always put-together Crewe with his jeans stuck around his ankle trying to move tickled her.

He rolled to the side and removed the rest, then crawled up the bed until he was above her mound.

“Crewe, please don’t make me wait,” Ry said.

“What my lady wants, she gets,” Crewe said. “I’m clean. Do we need a condom? I have one in my wallet.”

She shook her head no. She was on birth control, and she wanted him inside her in the worst way. Notching himself at her center, he came down over her until she could feel his breath.

He stared into her eyes. She nodded because she wasn’t sure she could talk.

It was Crewe, between her legs, and he was finally making them one.

He moved into her in one smooth move. It was a stretch because it had been so long, but he was perfect inside her.

He moved, and she was caught up in their dance of love.

The symphony she let sweep her away until she was calling his name and clamping around him as ecstasy washed over her.

He followed quickly, saying her name as he came.

He stayed between her legs but held himself above her. His pleased grin matching the one on her face .

“Thank you,” he said.

She grinned at the man who had been content with being her friend until she was ready for more.

“Maybe we should thank Vivi and Ellie for making sure we had to share a room with one bed,” Ry said.

Crewe chuckled.

“Time to go to the restroom, then we can check out the shower,” he said.

“Should it worry me you know about UTIs?” she asked.

“No, Whiskey was oversharing, so we all know,” Crewe said, carrying her through the door and placing her by the toilet. “I’ll wait out here if you want privacy.”

Ry stared at him, closing the door in his face.

She wasn’t one of those women who wanted to have her man watch her pee or poop, and she had zero wish to see him in the same situation.

She finished, washed her hands, staring at herself in the mirror.

Her hair was wild because Crewe had run his fingers through it.

She had a flush from their lovemaking, and for the first time in forever, her eyes were relaxed and happy.

Knowing he not only wanted her but wanted to help share the load had changed her life.