Page 53 of Some Sort of Crazy (Happy Crazy Love 2)
“Why’d he move out?” she asked, her wide eyes taking in the dark wood cabinets and stone tile floor.
“He got married and bought a house in Indian Village.”
“Oh.” She took a sip of her beer and meandered into the pantry. “What the hell, Miles? You have, like, nothing in here.”
“I’ve got the basics.” I leaned back against the counter and tipped up the bottle.
“What basics? Cap’n Crunch, Doritos, and Twinkies? Oh wait, I do see a bag of flour in here.”
“Yeah, I think he left that.”
“Oh my God.” She came out, shaking her head. “Let’s go to the grocery store while I’m here. I’ll help you fill up your pantry and show you some easy things to make.” She put her hand on the fridge handle and looked at me. “Do I even want to open this? Is six months’ worth of moldy takeout food going to attack me?”
“It might.”
She opened it up and sighed. “No mold. But what do you live on? Beer and cereal?”
I shrugged. “I could probably live on that.”
She shut the fridge and stuck a hand on her hip, looking adorably concerned for me. I let myself fantasize for a moment that she lived here too, that we shared things like beer and Twinkies, that she’d cook for me and I’d…well, I’d think of something to do for her. There must be something I had to offer.
Your dick! That’s what you have to offer, asshole. So stop with the stupid silly shit and go have sex.
“That diet cannot be healthy.” She threw a hand up in exasperation. “How are you in such good shape? It’s so annoying!”
Smiling, I set my beer down and tugged her toward me by the hem of her shirt, setting her hips against mine. “How about cinnamon buns? Are those healthy?”
“No.”
I buried my face in her neck, kissing her hungrily, licking her throat. “But they taste so good.”
She giggled. “I suppose they’re all right for a treat. Every once in a while.”
“How about now?” My hand slid up her stomach, palming her breast as I kissed my way to her mouth. My dick came alive, pushing against the crotch of my jeans. “Can I have some now?”
She set her beer on the counter and took my face in her hands, sliding her tongue along my lips. “Yeah. Want to show me your bedroom?”
Without another word, I took her hand and led her up the stairs to the loft bedroom, which was above the kitchen.
; “Aha. You have a shade on this window, at least.” Natalie went over and pulled it down, and the room into shadow.
“Only because I like to sleep in, and that window gets morning sun.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her away backward. “Come here, you. It’s been hours since I’ve seen you naked. That’s not right.” Lifting her shirt at the bottom, I pulled it over her head, then undid her shorts and yanked them down.
She turned to face me, sliding her shoes off her feet before taking off my shirt. For a moment, she stood silently, looking at my bare upper body. Then she put her hands on me, running them up my arms and down my chest. “I used to look at you,” she said, her fingertips brushing my nipples, which made my cock surge with lust. “That last summer before you left, I used to look at you and wonder what it was like to touch you this way.” She unbuttoned my jeans and slid a hand inside them. “And I felt so guilty,” she whispered, bringing her lips to my chest, her fingertips playing with the tip of my cock. “I knew it was wrong, but sometimes I saw you looking at me, and I wondered what you were thinking.”
“Uh, safe to say I was thinking about fucking you.” I reached between her legs and stroked her softly through her panties. “I used to imagine your body naked under mine, your back arched, your legs spread.” I slid my hand inside her underwear, teased her open. “I’d think about touching you this way, making you wet.”
Her breaths coming faster, she wrapped her fingers around my dick and worked them slowly up and down. “And then what?”
“Then I’d have to go take a shower so I could jerk off.”
She looked up at me. “Show me. I want to watch.”
Oh, fuck. Was she serious? “You do?”
“Yes. Let’s take a shower together.” A devilish little glint flashed in her eyes. “And I’ll let you watch me too.”
