Page 49 of Some Sort of Happy (Happy Crazy Love 1)
He chuckled. “Nothing. Just a joke.”
I loved hearing him laugh. Putting my head on his chest again, I snuggled in a little closer. “This is so nice. I’m so glad you invited me back here.”
He kissed the top of my head and brought one hand to my hair, twining one long wavy strand around his fingers. “I wasn’t sure you’d want to come.”
I wanted to look at his face, but I loved his hand in my hair so much I stayed where I was. “Why not? I was here all day, just about.”
“I know, but…I send a lot of confusing signals.”
“You do,” I agreed. “But seeing as I like your company and I have no better offers these days, you’ll do.”
He pulled my hair, making me squeal. “Very funny.”
I giggled, picking up my head to look at him. “I’m teasing. I want to be here. I needed this.”
“Needed what?”
“Just…this.” Even I wasn’t sure exactly what I’d meant, but something about being there in his arms, feeling wanted and beautiful and free and sexy—it gave me hope. I’d felt so bad about myself for so long that I’d forgotten it was possible to feel this good, this excited about life and its twists and turns. Maybe it was just a physical thing between us, but it was enough, and if it fulfilled a need in him too, then all the better.
We kissed, slowly and lazily, his tongue parting my lips. After a moment, one of his hands stole up to my breast, squeezing it softly, and I moved a hand between his legs, stroking him like I had earlier in the boat, feeling him come to life beneath my palm. “I’m glad you’re here too,” he whispered against my lips. “Otherwise I’d be upstairs in my bed jerking off to you right now.”
My core muscles tightened at the image, and I pressed my hand over his erection. “You just put a very naughty thought in my head.”
“What’s that?” His fingers teased my nipple through the thin material of my dress, making them both stiffen and tingle.
“I want to watch that.”
He went still. “You do?”
I bit my lip. “Sorry, is that too dirty? I’ve never watched anyone do it before, I just think it would be hot to watch you. But it’s probably too dirty.”
“No. No. You just surprised me is all.” He kissed me again, deeper this time, his tongue more demanding, sliding between my lips with a skill that started a hum between my legs. “Want to come upstairs?” he asked, his voice low and playful.
“Yes.”
He stood and took my arm, helping me up. I went to pick up my shoes, but he yanked me toward the cabin
“Leave them.” He pulled me roughly across the patio and through the sliding door. A minute later I was breathlessly climbing the ladder to the loft. When I reached the top, I was surprised at how light it was up there—the moonlight shining in the huge window bathed the entire room in silver. Sebastian came up behind me and lifted my dress by the hem, and I raised my arms. He slipped the garment off my head and when I turned to face him, he was turning it right side out, as if he were going to hang it up or something.
“Really, Sebastian?” I grabbed the thing and threw on the floor.
“It’s a nice dress.”
“Oh, God. You’re so cute. But fuck the dress. And fuck your shirt too.” I started unbuttoning his shirt, my fingers trembling with the need to touch him. He helped me finish and I shoved it down his shoulders, dropping it next to my dress. Grabbing his white t-shirt at the neck, he tugged it off, adding to the pile of clothing on the floor. Immediately, I threw my arms around him, pressing my breasts against his warm, bare chest and crushing my mouth to his. He wrapped his arms around my back and lifted me off the floor, and I instinctively circled his trim waist with my legs. His muscular torso felt hot and hard against my inner thighs.
“Your body is incredible,” I panted as he moved his hands beneath my ass. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on it all day.”
“I’ve been hard for you for two days,” he said, his fingers kneading my flesh. “And we both know that two is better than one, so I win.”
Turning us toward the bed, he knelt on the mattress, laying me down gently on my back before pulling my drenched panties down my legs. I propped myself on my elbows, excited to watch him take his pants off and get started on the show. But after removing his shoes, he crawled up my body, lowering his mouth to my chest.
“Hey.” I fidgeted impat
iently. “You said I could watch.”
“You can. You can watch me do this.” He drew a circle around one hard nipple with his tongue before sucking it hard. “You can watch me do this.” He dragged his tongue in a line straight south, making my clit tingle. “And you can watch me do this.”
Pushing my legs apart, he buried his tongue in my pussy, stroking up through the center and lingering at the top before doing it again.
