Page 46 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
“Oh God, I love this door,” I sighed. “I really fucking love it.”
“I bet you looked at this door every day and thought, ‘I wish Miles Haas would come over and fuck me right here.’” On the word fuck, he thrust violently hard, making me shriek.
I smiled, clutching him tight around the neck. “Had I known how good it would be,” I panted, “I would have.”
“Do you know how much I thought about this?” He switched to holding me steady and thrusting up with deep, slow strokes. “Do you know how many times I got myself off just thinking about it? My cock gets so fucking hard for you. Can you feel it?”
“Yes.” I met his eyes, which looked dark and hungry. “It’s so deep it hurts, but I love the way it feels.”
“You love my cock deep inside you?” He pumped into me a little more violently, hitting that spot that made me whole body clench into a hot ball of fiery tension.
“Yes!” I cried, hanging on tight.
“Say it,” he ordered through gritted teeth.
“I love your cock deep inside me! Oh God, don’t stop!”
“Not until you come all over it,” he growled, driving into me, steady and fast. “I want to feel that sweet little pussy come all over my cock.”
Fisting my hands in his hair, I bit his shoulder as my entire body pulsed with white hot ecstasy.
“Fuck!” His hips went still and he grabbed my ass, jerking me roughly up and down his cock as he came long and hard inside me.
“Jesus,” I whispered when he finally slowed down. “Maybe we should just stay here for three days. I’ve got a lot of other doors.”
Miles laughed. “I have doors at my place too. And tables and closets and a couch and chairs and a bed.” He turned his head, spoke low in my ear. “And ropes and beads and wax and silk scarves and a ball gag.”
I gasped. “Really? You have all that stuff?”
He straightened up. “Well, maybe not the gag. But we can stop and pick one up if you’d like.”
“That’s OK. Really.”
“Chicken.” He bumped his forehead to mine before he set me down and pulled out. “Uh, can I get you anything?”
“It’s OK. I need to clean up anyway. Let’s go upstairs.”
I was going to take a shower, but Miles had another idea once he saw my big bathtub. “Let’s get in it.”
“A bath?” I wrinkled my nose. “It will take forever to fill. And it’s a pain to wash my hair in a bath.”
Miles put a hand on his chest. “I will wash your hair. In fact, I will take care of everything. You go away, and I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
I sighed. “OK, fin
e.” Shaking my head, I went into the second bathroom and cleaned up a little. With the adrenaline rush over, my mind started to wander back to the conversation I’d had with Dan. Was it really over? Why didn’t I feel more devastated? Was it because it had been over already and I’d just been clinging to an idea? Was it because he’d cheated on me? Maybe I was still in shock and it would hit me later, but mostly what I felt was relief.
I wandered back to my bedroom, where I heard the water running through the closed door to the bathroom. I also heard drawers being open and shut as well as the vanity cupboards. What the hell was he doing in there?
Inside my closet, I undressed and pulled on a short robe. From a high shelf I took down a small suitcase, opened it on the floor and dropped a few things inside it. I wondered if I needed anything dressier than shorts and jeans, and if I should pack a swimsuit.
A few minutes later, Miles poked his head in. “Ready.”
My pulse picked up at the sight of his bare chest, even though I had just been thoroughly pounded not thirty minutes before. Was I turning into an animal too? Smiling, I followed him into the bathroom, where he’d dimmed the lights and lit the candles on the windowsill. He’d also filled the tub with bubbles, and the air was warm and humid and scented with vanilla and cinnamon. “Wow. I’m impressed.”
“Good.” He slipped the robe off my shoulders and hung it on the back of the door. “Go on, get in.”
I slipped beneath the warm, fragrant water, the bubbles up to my shoulders. “Coming in with me?”
