Page 60 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
“Look at me, Miles.”
I opened one eye, and she dropped her chin and smiled devilishly, one blue eye peeking out from behind her hair. “No. You’re too fucking hot. I’ll come too fast this early in the morning.”
“No, you won’t.”
“Trust me. I will embarrass myself.”
“I know you. You always make sure the girl comes first. Isn’t that your rule?” She put her hands on my chest and began to circle her hips, sighing with pleasure.
“I try,” I said weakly, unable to resist putting my hands on her tits. She closed her eyes as I teased her nipples into stiff little peaks. “But you’re messing with my rules right now. And I have no control over this situation.”
She leaned forward, grabbing the headboard and putting her breasts in front of my face. “That’s because I have it.”
As she rocked her hips over me, moving at just the angle and rhythm she wanted, I buried my face in her tits and tried to pace myself. But my usual tricks weren’t working. I couldn’t concentrate on anything that wasn’t sexy—for fuck’s sake, who could? And then she started talking. Talking!
“God, Miles, fucking you is like nothing I have ever felt.”
“Yeah?” Giving up on holding back, I grabbed her hips and watched her. Her skin was flushed and warm, her breathing fast, and I prayed she was as close to orgasm as I was. “Tell me.”
“I can’t stop thinking about it. All day yesterday I felt like a fiend because I just couldn’t wait to get you inside me. I couldn’t wait for you to make me come again.”
My cock pulsed with need. “Oh, Jesus.” Reaching between us, I rubbed my thumb over her clit in tight little circles. “I love making you come. I love watching it. I love feeling it happen.”
“Yes!” she cried, her eyes closing, her body thrashing above mine. “It’s so good—I can’t—I can’t—”
I could tell she was right there, and I was about to explode, so I lifted my hips, pushing even deeper inside her and she screamed so loud, I thought the walls shook, or maybe it was the climax that thundered through my body at that moment, paralyzing me as I came inside her in powerful, surging throbs.
When the tremors subsided, she pitched forward and collapsed on my chest, her skin warm and soft.
I ran my hands up and down her back. “I like when you take control.”
She laughed softly. “Me too.”
Our breathing synced, and I was lulled by the feeling of our lungs and chests moving in tandem. Again, I closed my eyes and wished that things were different. That I trusted myself not to be an asshole to her. That I was the kind of guy who’d pick a place and settle down, like she had. Be a husband. Be a father. Be a grown up.
How the fuck did you even go about it?
And did she even want that from me?
I had no idea, and I was too scared to ask.
What if the answer was no?
After we got dressed, Miles drove to the grocery store and I filled the cart with healthy staples for his pantry and refrigerator, some chicken breasts and ground beef he could store in the freezer, some deli items, a loaf of bread, and plenty of fruits and vegetables. “I’ll leave you some easy recipes, OK? That way you’re not eating junk all the time.”
“Cinnamon buns. Cinnamon buns. Cinnamon buns,” he panted as he pushed the cart.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake. OK, I’ll grab the ingredients for buns. Want some bacon and eggs with them?”
He nodded happily. “Yes please.”
We went back to his apartment and put everything away, then I started breakfast for us while Miles made coffee.
“I’m glad to see you have a coffee pot. And one decent pan.” I shook my head. “Tell me I’m imagining things and that’s not all plastic in your silverware drawers.”
Miles winced. “Ummmm…”
“Jesus, Miles!” I opened and shut several cupboards and drawers. “Not even a spatula?”
