Page 93 of Some Sort of Happy (Happy Crazy Love 1)
calm for your storms,
tranquility for your madness,
the beautiful chaos of stars
The papers shook in my hands, and tears dripped off my lashes. I needed to see him. Tonight. Slipping the letter and poem back into the envelope, I tucked it into my purse and raced out the door, yanking it shut behind me.
• • •
The drive to the cabin had never seemed so endless, not even the first night we’d been together, Sebastian’s hand sliding up my thigh. At the thought of his touch, every muscle in my lower body tightened. It had been so long. Had he missed my body as much as I’d missed his? The snow fell a little harder as I drove up the highway, and I forced myself to slow down and be safe.
As I pulled up at the cabin, my heart pounded furiously. Lights were on—that had to mean he was home, right? Sebastian would never leave home without turning the lights off. I almost laughed as I ran up the porch steps, careful not to slip in the dusting of snow.
He pulled the door open before I could knock, and my breath caught at the sight of him. He’d gotten a haircut, and he wore jeans and a light blue sweater. His scruff was short and neat, and he looked rested and healthy and gorgeous. Heart pounding, I threw my arms around him, and he laughed, squeezing me tight and lifting me right off the ground.
“Hi,” he said, his voice muffled in my hair. “You got my letter.”
“Yes. Thank you so much. I love your words. I love you.” I inhaled the scent of him—there was smoke and wood on his skin, like he’d built a fire. “God, I missed you.”
“I missed you too. I hoped you would come, but I didn’t want to pressure you. Just because I was ready didn’t mean you were.” He pulled back just enough to kiss me, and the feel of his lips against mine was so thrilling I had no idea if my feet were on the ground or not. When the kiss grew deeper, he backed into the cabin, where I could hear a fire crackling in the fireplace, and pushed the door shut behind me.
“I’m ready. I’m so ready.” Panting, I released him from my barnacle grip and started unbuttoning my coat. “Now take off your clothes.”
He smiled. “I was going to say let’s talk first, but—” His eyes widened and swept down my body after I threw my coat off, taking in the silk blouse, pencil skirt and heels. “Fuck talking.”
One by one articles of clothing came off and were flung aside, and we tumbled naked onto the rug in front of the fireplace. I lay back as Sebastian knelt between my thighs.
“What do you want first?” he asked, his voice low and playful. “My tongue? My fingers? My cock?” He began stroking himself, sliding his erection through his fingers. “What did you miss the most?”
“Oh God, everything,” I breathed. “I missed hearing you and seeing you and feeling you—every part of you.”
“Which part first? You have to tell me or I won’t let you have it.” He rubbed the tip of his cock against one pale inner thigh.
Gahhhhhh, he was so hot! For the rest of our lives his quick mood switches might drive me batty outside the bedroom but inside it, they were like gasoline on the fire.
“Your cock,” I managed, the fire hissing and sparking. “Give me your cock.”
“Good girl. I’ll be gentle,” he said, giving me just the tip and then smearing my wetness up and down my pussy. He stopped and met my eyes. “At first.”
My heart pounded hard as he slid inside me and then pulled out again, teasing me by giving me a little more each time but never enough. Between each tortuous thrust, he played with my nipples, licking and sucking and biting them, pinching them into hard little peaks that tingled with lust.
“Fuck. If I wasn’t recovering from a broken wrist, I’d get rough with you right now,” I panted, my good hand pounding the rug, the injured arm over my head. “Beat your ass for tormenting me.”
He pushed in a little further. “Poor baby.”
“Please,” I begged, bringing my good hand to his ass. “I need you there. I need you inside me. All the way.”
Finally, he slid all the way in, so deep I nearly cried with relief. “Like this?”
“Yes, yes…” I pulled him into me, widening my knees. God, it was like he was made for my body. Every hot, thick inch of him filled me with such sublime perfection, I couldn’t even breathe for how good it felt. His hips moved faster, thrusting hard and deep, and my core muscles started to contract. “I’m gonna come,” I whimpered. “So hard, so hard. Come with me. Come inside me…” I moaned as my climax hit, and he growled low and long, grinding against me, his cock throbbing and thickening as my core pulsed around it.
He collapsed onto me, pressing his lips to my sweaty forehead.
“God, you feel so good,” I whispered, closing my eyes. “Tell me you’re OK.”
“I’m OK.” He lifted his head and looked down at me. “But I wasn’t before. And I need to apologize for not being honest with you. It was a mistake.”
“Apology accepted.”
