Crazy in Love Read Online S.L. Scott

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Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 94960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)

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Crazy in Love

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S.L. Scott

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One Night Will Never Be Enough
We made a pact. One night.
No strings. No attachments. No numbers exchanged.
I caved and gave Harrison Decker my number anyway. He just chose not to use it.
Four years later, his job brings him back into my world looking more handsome than ever and now making an effort to befriend me. Is my heart willing to take another chance on that man?
Call me crazy or crazy in love. Either way, I’m not falling for him. Again.
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Harrison Decker

Catalina Island - Avalon

I don’t fall for chicks.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m not heartless. I’m just wise as to why they’re trying to pin me down. If I’ve learned one thing while growing up in Los Angeles with my last name, it’s that nothing comes without strings attached. Everyone wants something from me. Besides my good looks.

At this point in my life, I’m more interested in building my career in real estate and proving to my dad that I’ve earned a spot in the family business. Women are fun but a major distraction. I leave my dates sexually satisfied while keeping my emotions out of it. I get in, in every sense, and I get out.

So why am I staring at the woman sleeping naked beside me, trying to figure out how to make this last more than one night?

I’m not sure if it was being on a yacht in Catalina Harbor where her smile stole my attention away from the sunset, or how her laughter was the prettiest song I ever heard. She was a siren who called me to her restless sea. And I dived in headfirst, getting lost in her deep ocean.

On the yacht. On her balcony. Within her sheets.

Honestly, I’m surprised either of us is awake after the physical fun we’ve had. But just after midnight, she looked up at me. Bare before me as she lay on the bed, she was a study in art and composition with her tanned skin and dark hair poised on a background of crumpled white sheets.

“We should make a pact.”

“Oh yeah?” I like that I don’t know what to expect from her. She’s been up for anything and has made me forget the stress I have back home. I grin stupidly while rubbing my hand down her back. “What kind?”

She’s caught me at the right time. I would give her anything she wants to be able to spend more time together. Our connection is more than our physical attraction. We might be more than just a wild night in Catalina. I’ve never before felt chemistry with someone like what’s sparking between us.

An unfamiliar feeling in my chest I can’t quite describe.

A longing.

A desire that sex won’t satisfy.

I can tell she’s feeling it, too. It doesn’t matter that we live across the country from each other. I make good money, so we have the freedom to travel and, more importantly, the desire to make something work. Who cares if it’s long-distance?

There’s so much I want to discover about her. I’d make the effort because we’re more than a weekend.

It’s a flight.

A three-day road trip.

At worst, a week apart.

Reaching up, she caresses my scruffy cheek. I slide down next to her and angle my body to look into her eyes. I’m what my little sister would call smitten.

Being with her has me feeling happier than I have in years. That’s because of Tate. She makes me feel like more than just a one-track robot doing what my dad expects of me.

“I think we need to keep this simple,” Tatum whispers.

“All right.”

She curls to the side and strokes my cheek. “This is so good, the best night ever.”

“Yeah, I think so, too.”

“Good,” she says, smiling softly. “Let’s not blow it by pretending it can be more.”

“What?” My heart sinks . . .

“Let’s not be one of those ridiculous couples who think they’re different, that they’re special enough to survive a long-distance relationship. I know this is just another night for you, and I’m not the clingy type.” Her eyes dip closed, her smile going with it. She’s hard to read, but her expression doesn’t seem to match her words. Does she actually want more too, but isn’t sure what I want?

“You’re not?” It’s not what I want to ask.

Her eyes find mine in the moonlight. “I can’t even keep a plant alive, much less a vacation fling.” Her mood lightens. “I know how this goes, so let’s just set the ground rules and continue the fun.”

I’m still lost in where this went so horribly wrong when she slips her hand under the sheet and runs her fingertips across my abs. She kisses my shoulder, and then asks, “Are you in?” Right now, I’m not even sure I have a choice.

I rub my temple and then scrub my hand over my face, utterly confused. “What are we agreeing to?”

With a smile still residing on her face like she’s just given me a million dollars with no strings attached, she laughs and then taps my nose. “One good night does not make us destined to be together.” Rolling onto her back again, she stares up at the ceiling, but then her gaze slides over to mine. “We’re having fun, am I right?”

Is there any other answer I can give her? I am having fun, so did I just break a cardinal rule—don’t fall for a one-night stand? Get in. Get out. Move on with my life. “Yeah, sure.”