Page 48 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
“I think I might like to get bossy with you sometime.”
“Sweetheart, you can boss me hard and often.”
I giggled. “Wash my hair. Now.”
“Not exactly what I meant, but OK,” he said, reaching for the plastic container. “Sit up.”
I sat up and crossed my legs, tipping my head back. “Like that?”
“Yes. Perfect.” He poured water over my head and shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp as I sighed contentedly. When the conditioner was on, I turned around.
“Your turn.”
He let me wash his hair, and I giggled as I sudsed him up. “You should get a mohawk,” I said, forming one on the top of his head.
“No, thanks.”
“Or grow a grizzly beard.” I scooped up some bubbles and spread them around on his face, covering it completely. “There. Big improvement.”
He lunged for me, trying to smear bubbles on my face, and pushing a huge tidal wave over the edge of the tub in the process. I squealed and fought back, suds and water flying everywhere. He ended up cradling me across his lap, but instead of dunking me, he kissed me, sealing our wet mouths together. I looped one arm around his back and one around his neck, my belly flip-flopping as his hand moved up my ribcage. He teased my nipple with his thumb, making it harden and tingle.
“Ever had an orgasm in this bathtub?” he whispered, his hand moving lower.
“No.” I gasped, my stomach quivering as his fingers rubbed soft little circles below my belly button and spiraled down to just above my clit.
“I love giving you firsts,” he said, keeping his hand in that spot, making me yearn for him to go lower.
I closed my eyes and opened my legs, my body relaxed and humming. “I only wish there were some firsts left for me to give you. You’ve done everything already.”
He stopped moving and shook me gently. “Hey.”
I opened my eyes and saw that his expression was serious.
“Everything is different with you. Everything feels like a first.”
“Is that good?”
He smiled, making my heart skip. “Yes. It is.” Sliding a finger inside me, he lowered his lips to my ear. “Now be a dirty little slut and tell me to make you come.”
• • •
“Want to stay over?” I asked Miles as we dried off. “I can finish packing my bag and we can leave first thing in the morning.”
“Sure.” He shook his head like a wet puppy, flinging droplets at me. In fact, the entire bathroom was a mess. Water was everywhere.
“I’d better mop up this floor.” I hung up my towel and reached for a dry one on the shelf.
“I’ll do it. You pack.”
“Seriously?” I smiled happily. Holy crap, Dan would never have offered to clean up that mess. “Hey, do I need to pack a dress and heels for any reason?”
“Definitely.” He knelt down and started sopping up the water.
“Oooh, what’s the reason?” I asked, clasping my hands together.
“Sometimes I like wearing a woman’s shoes while I fuck her.” He looked back at me and rolled his eyes at my stunned expression. “Because I want to take you somewhere nice, Natalie. Jeez.”
“Oh. Sorry,” I said, laughing. “But with you I never know.”
