Page 101 of Drive Me Crazy
“I think it’s worth whatever chaos it causes,” I murmur, clasping my hands behind his neck.
His lips brush against mine, soft at first, then rougher and hungrier as I open my mouth to him. The feel of him alone scorches fire through my veins. Weeks apart have made us both desperate, fumbling with need. I moan into his mouth as he grabs my hips and grinds into me. I want to be consumed by this man, by his hands, by his tongue. I curl my fingers into his messy brown hair, tugging until he releases a low growl.
“Not to ruin the mood,” Blake murmurs as my lips move down his neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin, “but Murphy’s staring at me and it’s making me quite uncomfortable.”
The ridiculousness of his statement makes me collapse against him. I turn around and notice Murphy sitting a few feet away from the couch, staring at Blake like he’s the enemy.
“It’s because you didn’t give him a treat.”
I tell Blake where the pantry is so he can get one. While he’s getting on my dog’s good side, I shoot my mom a quick text to let her know that her package arrived. I’m not surprised she’s known Blake’s plan for the past week, considering how buddy-buddy the two of them are thanks to Facebook Messenger.
Blake gives Murphy the treat before sitting back down next to me on the couch. Resting his hand on my lower back, I lean into his touch.
“Whendo you think your parents will be home?” he asks, shaking his leg. “Soon?”
A loud snort escapes before I can stop it. I straddle his lap, grinning at his nervousness.
“Why is that funny?” Blake asks, massaging the back of his neck. “I don’t think officially meeting your parents with a hard-on is going to score me brownie points.”
“We’re two grown adults acting like horny teenagers at my parents’ house, nervous about getting caught.” I wrap my arms around his neck and swivel my hips, feeling him grow hard beneath me. “It’s like high school all over again.”
He presses his lips against my forehead. “I never did the whole high school experience, love.”
“Making out like a horny teenager? Or trying not to get caught?”
“Both.”
“I’m more than happy to teach you,” I offer. “But there’s no need to worry right now. They won’t be home for another hour.”
“In that case … ” He slides his hands down until he’s cupping my butt. “Where’s your room? I’d like to properly show you how goddamn much I love you, Ella Gold.”
FORTY-ONE
Blake
A WARM TONGUE licking the inside of my ear wakes me up. I open my eyes and find Murphy’s nose inches from my own. He’s wagging his tail, panting in excitement that his new best friend is awake. Ella told me he usually sleeps with her parents, so I must’ve made quite the impression. I quickly get dressed before making my way to the kitchen.
“Good morning,” Mrs. Gold greets me, her voice warm as a cup of tea.
I fight back a yawn. Ella and I were up until 2:00 a.m. talking and “watching a movie” last night. “Morning.”
“I went to the store earlier,” she tells me. Walking to the pantry, she pokes around before pulling out a few of my favorite snacks. “Ella told me what you liked, so I got you some things. There’s also celery juice and chocolate milk in the fridge. I hope you don’t drink them together, though.”
“I don’t,” I quickly assure her with a chuckle. “Thank you.”
“Of course.” She waves me off like it’s nothing. To her, it may not be, but to me? It’s much appreciated. “Want some coffee? Just made a fresh pot.”
“That’dbe lovely. Thank you.”
She pours me a piping hot mug, slowly handing it over so it doesn’t flow over the edge. I take a small sip.Damn.Mrs. Gold makes a good cup of coffee. There’s the perfect amount of natural sweetness paired with the refreshing acidity I love. I watch as she fills another mug, adding an obscene amount of almond milk to it.
“Will you bring this to the family room?” She hands me the mug. “Ella’s working in there.”
I consider myself an early riser, but Ella’s been up at the crack of dawn the past few days. Heading into the other room, I find my girlfriend sitting with her legs folded like a pretzel on the couch. Her glasses are perched on her nose and she’s staring at her screen intently. I can’t count the number of times I’ve found her in this same exact position.
“Why are you working, baby?” I kiss the top of her head. “You’re on holiday.”
“It’s not work,” she confirms. Her glasses slide down her nose and she pushes them back up. “Well, it is, but it isn’t.”
