Page 37 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
With a spring in my step, I went back into Miles’s room and jumped into bed next to him. Immediately, he pulled me into his arms, spooning me.
“This is what I wanted to do earlier,” he said, his arm tight around my waist. “Before the sex happened.”
I laughed, snuggling back into him. “This probably would have led to the sex anyway.”
I felt a little nudge against my ass.
“Um, it still might.”
I sighed, but secretly I was thrilled. “OK, but a quickie this time. No eating at the restaurant first.”
“No promises.” He kissed the back of my neck, my shoulder blade, my upper arm. “It so happens that I have a taste for buns right now, and you, my sweet, have the best buns around.” He kissed his way down my arm and threw the blankets off, putting his lips on my hip. When he sank his teeth into my ass, making me shriek, I realized I didn’t care if I ever slept before the sun came up.
Who knew what tomorrow would be like—maybe we’d go back to being just friends, maybe not. I was just as confused about my feelings as I had been before.
But if I only had one night with Miles, I wanted to make it count.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ.
How was it possible that Natalie was even better in my bed than she’d been in my head? No woman should have been able to live up to the idealized version of her that I’d dreamed about, but not only did she look gorgeous naked, have a deliciously sweet pussy, and insist on sucking my dick, but she was playful enough to let me spank her, submissive when I wanted her to be, and yet unafraid to take what she wanted from me. To ask for it. And the way she looked up at me when I was inside her—like she’d never been with anyone else. Like she’d waited for me all this time. Like she was mine.
It was almost enough to make me believe it.
But then, everything with us was always almost.
I almost lost control when she pinched my nipple.
I almost asked to fuck her without a condom.
I almost told her I loved her when it was over.
Almost.
She’d changed the subject and gotten out of bed before I could embarrass myself, thank God, and I’d had a few minutes to regain my fucking sanity. Then we cuddled up close and I’d had every intention of letting her close those big blue eyes and get some sleep.
But her ass…it was right there next to my dick, and I cannot be responsible for ideas my dick gives me when it’s close to her ass. I just can’t. Even when the idea is to bite it so hard she screams.
And then it was like magic, because instead of telling me to fuck off and leave her be, she turned to me and opened her arms. And her legs. And her lips. It didn’t even feel real. Was it just make-believe, like all the games we used to play?
; I want you, she said.
I trust you, she said.
Give me everything, she said.
That was my favorite—give me everything.
I would. I would give her everything.
Even if it was only make-believe.
The next day at work should have been miserable. I think Miles and I might have slept for half an hour, but even after we did it a second time, we found it hard to sleep. Our bodies were tired, but we kept making jokes, or kicking one another, or bringing up a childhood memory that made us laugh. The entire night was just ours, like we existed outside of time, in our own little world. Granted, the beginning of the evening was a bit shaky, and there were plenty of cracks on his part about my drunken attempt at seduction, but by five AM when we stumbled out to his Jeep, shushing each other because my parents’ house was right next door, exhausted and sore and smiling, I was convinced it had been the best night of my life. Not just because of the sex, but because it was the lightest I’d felt in I couldn’t remember how long. I had no clue what the hell was going on with my life, but for once, I didn’t care.
Miles drove me to my house and dozed on the couch while I took a two-minute shower and changed, then he insisted on coming into the shop with me and helping me open up. I told him it wasn’t necessary, but he said he’d work for buns, so I let him stay.
We were like two goofy kids all morning, snickering whenever we made eye contact, making jokes about glazing buns, and sometimes just dropping everything to kiss—he’d back me up against the giant stainless refrigerator, I’d jump up and straddle him out of nowhere, he’d corner me in the walk-in pantry.
