Page 65 of A Crazy Kind of Love
He frowned. “Only when I sleep?” He held out his hand to me and drew me close. “Have you been eating peanut butter?” He ran a finger across my chin and popped it into my mouth. I licked off the peanut butter, and he groaned.
Encouraged, I ran my tongue down his finger to his palm. Then I took that hand in mine and continued to graze my lips along his forearm, then his bicep, and finally I licked the nape of his neck. He wrested his hand free from me and wrapped his arm around my back. As he pulled me to him, he sat up, letting the crimson throw finish its descent to the floor. He had nothing on underneath. And boy was he happy to see me.
He hid his mouth behind his fist. “You have that effect on me.”
“Where’s my camera?”
“That kinky, huh?”
“Just feeling selfish keeping all this to myself.” I laid my hands on his abs, and a shiver vibrated along his muscles. “You should be dipped in gold.”
“How about chocolate?”
“Not chocolate. Then I couldn’t do this.” I bent forward and sucked on his nipple. My hand ventured down, and this time, I made his back arch.
“Oh, God.” His voice cracked. “Josie, stop. You’re driving me insane.”
“Stop?” I drew my hand away.
He caught my wrist and kissed my arm, all the way to my shoulder. Then he started working on the buttons of my pajama top. “I need to see you.”
I helped him undress me. Then he touched me with gentle fingertips. Slowly. And every square inch he touched made me yearn for him. And so I touched him in kind. I laid my finger on his lips and let him kiss me. I caressed his forehead and his cheeks. I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled him to me so I could taste his lips.
But he had other ideas and ducked his head and kissed my neck instead. “You are so delicious. I could spend an eternity learning your body.”
He teased me with ticklish circles along my inner thighs. I would have been happier if he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to his cave to take me from behind at that exact moment. But I wouldn’t beg. Not today. I wanted to leave that honor to him.
I reached down and gently massaged his balls and earned another “Oh, my God.”
He upped the ante, dragging one finger straight up right where I wanted it. At that, I grasped him and ran my thumb along his shaft. We looked into each other’s eyes. I could see he was about to break, but he had to see the same on my face.
At the exact same moment, we both said it. “Please.”
Then “yes.”
His bag lay on a nearby chair. He reached for it and dug around for a packet. Then he took my hand and led me to the chair. He kissed me between my legs. His tongue found my most sensitive spot, and I moaned. He lifted his head, but kept working that pleasure point with his thumb as he entered.
With him on his knees and me in his chair, we fit together perfectly. I draped my arms over his shoulders and bit his neck. The noises coming from him only heightened my ache. I dragged my nails across his back and sucked on his earlobes. And he came with a shudder, panting.
“You drive me wild, Josie. I swear I can last more than five minutes.”
I still felt turned on and sultry, so I may have looked like a drunk person. He licked his lips.
“Can I?” And without waiting for an answer, his finger slid inside as his tongue and lips circled and sucked and darted, excruciating and delicious. The pleasure concentrated to a pinpoint, and then spiraled out in geometric shapes in every direction, both sharp and diffuse. And then I bucked and lurched away, suddenly overwhelmed by the physical contact.
I sat up and slouched into him. He tugged me down into his lap and hugged me tight. I wrapped my arms around him. “It’s never been like this for me. I’ve never been like this. You turned me into a sex toy, Micah.”
“You’re not a sex toy. You are a goddess. Do you think it’s ever been like this for me?”
I’d seen his girlfriends. I’d seen his infinite stash of condoms. I wouldn’t want to see what this apartment would look like under a black light. “I wouldn’t know.”
“It hasn’t. When I’m with you, I want to tease out every second. I don’t want the end to ever get here.”
“Like a never-ending book.”
“Or a song that keeps getting better.”
“Yeah.”
