Page 41 of Some Sort of Happy (Happy Crazy Love 1)
My mouth closed over hers and she rolled to her side, putting her lower body flush to mine.
Easy, easy, I told myself as her lips opened wider and I slipped my tongue between them. She tasted sweet, like mint and honey, and I lazily stroked her tongue with mine. My hands itched to explore her body, slide beneath her clothes, feel her bare skin, but I didn’t allow myself the pleasure yet. It had been so long, and my cock ached to get inside her, but I wanted to go slow, do this right.
She wasn’t making it easy, though—not with the way she kissed, playful and light one moment, greedily sucking my tongue into her mouth the next, not with the way she raked her nails through my hair and held my head in her hands, not with the way she pressed her curvy little body closer to mine, throwing one leg over my hip. My erection bulged against my shorts, and I put my hand on her ass to pull her closer, rub my cock against the sweet spot between her legs.
She moaned as I kissed her throat, swirling my tongue on her skin. “Mmmm. That feels so good,” she said softly, sliding a hand down my arm. “You surprised me.”
I buried my face in her neck, breathing in her scent. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. In a good way.” She took my jaw in her hands, bringing my mouth up to hers. As the kiss deepened, she slipped a hand between us and rubbed my cock through my shorts…sweet, soft, slow strokes that made me dig my fingers into her back and pant against her lips. I rocked my hips, thrusting against her palm, and slid my hand underneath her shirt.
Are you fucking crazy? You can’t touch her like that. You won’t be able to stop. You’re already so hard it hurts. Another minute and you’ll be totally out of control and she’ll be helpless against you. And you’re all alone out here on the water. No one would hear her scream.
“Skylar,” I said, leaning my forehead against hers. “Maybe we should stop.”
“You want to stop right now?” She pressed harder against my erection. “I can think of something more fun.”
I groaned. “I know, but—just wait.” I sat up, breathing hard.
“Okayyyy,” she said, clearly confused.
I shoved my sunglasses on my face and moved to the opposite end of the boat from her to sit on the bench. But first I had to adjust myself.
She laughed. “I’d say I’m sorry, but you know I’m not.”
“I know. And I’m not either. It’s just…” I ran a hand over my hair and decided to be honest. I’d fucked up with Diana by trying to hide shit. “The voice is telling me I’ll hurt you.”
She looked surprised, her eyebrows rising. “It is? Right now? Tell it to fuck off.” She leaned forward conspiringly and whispered, “I like it a little rough, anyway.”
“For God’s sake, Skylar. Don’t say that stuff to me,” I snapped. “You don’t know me at all.”
“I’m trying, Se
bastian! What the hell?” she cried, throwing a hand up. “Listen, if we’re going to be friends and I’m going to help you through whatever issue you have being close to me, then you should get used to the way I talk. I told you, I’m a very open person. I say what’s on my mind. Now what the fuck is on yours?”
“I told you. I’ll fucking hurt you.”
“How?”
The words stuck in my throat, but finally I blurted the fucked-up truth. “I’ll choke you.”
Her jaw dropped, and her fingertips touched her throat. “Choke me?”
I nodded angrily. “Yes. I know it’s irrational and stupid, and I know you can’t understand, but it’s real to me.”
Rather than reassure me I was being ridiculous, she crawled over and knelt between my feet. “Sebastian,” she said firmly. “Put your hands on me.”
“What?”
“Around my neck. Do it.”
“No!” I gripped the edge of the bench, and she grabbed at my wrists.
“Come on, grab me by the throat,” she said, her voice growing louder as she grappled with me. “Choke me if you’re going to!”
“Will you fucking stop it?” I yelled at her, putting my hands in the air. “Get away from me!”
“No!” She stood and kept grabbing at me, the boat rocking perilously, and finally I did as she asked and wrapped my hands around her neck or else she was going to tip us over. She dropped to her knees again at my feet, her fingers tight around my wrists, holding them to her.
