Page 41 of Crazy Love

I grin up at him, grasping his wrist and guiding him to squeeze again. He obliges and my vision goes spotty for a few seconds. It’s the perfect mix of discomfort and pleasure.

When he loosens his grip, my vision clears and he’s staring down at me, his free hand sliding down my body to cup between my legs. I choke out a gasp, convinced he can feel how turned on I am through the fabric of my tights. His blue eyes are swirling with dangerous heat as his hand skims my waistband and slips down the front of my tights.

As soon as his fingers rub against my skin, I groan.Loudly.

Anthony halts his hand in my pants, tensing at the sound. “Fuck, Kali. Don’t make sounds like that.”

“Or what?” I pant.

Anthony’s hand moves from my throat to grip my jaw. It hurts in a good way. “Or I’ll punish you.”

My breath catches in my throat and Anthony grins as he releases my jaw and skates his lips across mine. I smile into his mouth, running my hands over his buzzcut and down the back of his neck.

I can’t remember the last time I smiled into someone’s mouth.

One minute, Anthony’s slow and gentle, tasting every corner of my mouth with purpose. The next, he’s gripping my face and head, as if he could climb inside my body if he tried hard enough. I peek at him so I can remember the look on his face as he breathes me in.

Anthony pulls me away from the wall and guides me to the floor, kicking supplies out of the way in the process. I laugh when the tray of paint flies out from under his foot and splashes across the old sheets acting as protection for the mats underneath.

“Shit.” Anthony chuckles, looking at the mess at his feet. He chooses to ignore it and lowers himself to the ground, pulling me with him. Our bodies are now coated in splotches of white.

I’m still laughing as I straddle his waist. “You’re buying me new paint.”

“I’ll buy you a whole fucking paint store,” he growls.

Anthony pulls my face down to his, sweeping his tongue inside my mouth. A hum of pleasure echoes somewhere in the back of my throat as his hands comb through my hair and skim past my neck.

Our lips come apart so we can gasp for air and loose strands of my hair fall into his face. He brushes it away tenderly and looks up at me, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

The burning lust in his eyes halts my movements. For a moment I get lost in a spasm of panic and lean away from Anthony’s mouth to take a quiet breath.

This is only sex.

I sit all the way up and peel off my top, unhooking my bra without further thought. As I slide it off, Anthony whimpers and drops his head to the floor. “Jesus.”

I grin. “For future reference, that is always the correct response.”

“You got it.” Anthony sits up, his hands braced at my hips. He takes one of my breasts into his mouth and my head snaps back as he sucks. The contrast of his warm breath on my cool skin sends a tremor down my body. When he scrapes his teeth over my flesh, I hiss, digging my nails into his back and clawing down.

He bites down harder.

“Fuck you,” I gasp, using both my hands to grab his face and tip it back to look at me. He’s already grinning, his mouth wet with saliva and his eyes gleaming with promise.

With one hand still gripping his jaw, I reach down and deftly unbutton his pants, before stretching up on my knees to make more space. My hand tucks in behind the band of his briefs and Anthony sucks in a breath as it reaches in and skims his hardened length.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he warns.

“Who said anything about not finishing?”

I lift myself off him so I can rip his pants down his legs. Anthony helps from his lying position, kicking off his pants and his underwear. When I see him naked underneath me, my mouth goes dry. “Wow.”

“For future reference, that is always the correct response.” His smile nearly breaks his face. “And this seems incredibly unfair.”

Anthony moves rapidly, coming out from underneath me. He curls a hand around my waist and shifts so he’s behind me on all fours. He pauses for a beat and then he tears my tights down my legs, my underwear going with them. I swear I hear the fabric rip.

I think he’s going to turn me to face him again, but instead, his movements slow. He runs his calloused hands down my back, as if he’s tracing an invisible design along my spine to my tailbone.

“Your back is so sexy,” he murmurs.

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