Page 26 of Crazy Good
“It’s beautiful,” she whispers, standing in front of a mixed media piece of art that hangs in one of the hallways. “This isn’t the bachelor pad I expected…it’s more,” she says. It’s more now that she’s in it.
“I’m glad you approve. Something to drink? The kitchen is down here,” I point at the end of the hallway. The need to touch her wins out and I wrap my hands around her waist and pull her back against my chest. She sighs a contented sound and my pulse skitters. I know she feels my hard cock against her. There is no hiding it now.
“First, a drink,” she says, spinning to face me. “Then, a tour of your bedroom.” She slips her hands under my shirt and runs them up my chest. “I want to see all of this again.”
I flex my abs and my pecs. It’s an automatic reaction to touch I can’t control unless I’m thinking about it. She grins and squeezes my muscles. Then she bites her fucking lip. I drag her into the kitchen and show her where the refrigerator is. She stands in front of the open door for longer than is normal, crossing one ankle over the other.
“Do you cook?” she finally asks. I tell her I do and she seems even more shocked at that fact than anything else. That says a lot because I told her my official job description, not Dr. Google’s definition. Finally, she decides on a bottle of water and turns on me, eyes narrowed. “What else can you do?”
I pull my shirt off. It distracts her. Just what I was going for. “I can do many things, Win. You want me to show you a few?” My dick strains against my jeans. Maybe confused, because we are at home, but excited nonetheless. She stays quiet, just studying me. I’m reminded of how I study her when she doesn’t know I’m looking. Except, of course, Windsor wouldn’t be sneaky or vindictive about anything. It’s all out in the open for me to see. Her honest eyes telling me all I need to know.
“One word,” I say, voice low.
“Bedroom,” she mutters.
I grab one of her hands and pull her onto my back piggyback style. I run down the corridor that leads to the master suite and her sweet laughter fills the space, echoing off the cold walls. I dive into my king sized bed and trap her beneath me. Her hair fans out, spreading all around her. I kiss her mouth. I kiss her forehead. I kiss her nose. I kiss her neck. I kiss her mouth again. Because I can’t help it. My mouth wants to be on her.
“Look at me,” she whispers. I open my eyes. Blue eyes shine back at me. “Thank you for showing me this. It means a lot to me.” Her wet lips crash into mine, but this time I keep my eyes open because she wants me to look at her. A fine sight it is, too.
She breaks free from the kiss, breathing hard and staring at me. She squirms her way up to a sitting position. I roll off her to let her up. Walking away from my bed, Windsor looks around my room curiously. It’s not until she turns around do I know she’s fucking taking off her clothes. Her shirt is completely unbuttoned.
“I know you want to take things slow. I can respect that even if I don’t want to participate in the same restraint.” She smiles, then lets her shirt float to the ground. She reaches behind her back to unzip the skirt and steps out of it, exposing a blue lacy thong that matches the bra I saw earlier. Her body is tight and beautiful, kissable, more than fuckable. “You do owe me, though,” she says, more confidently than I thought her capable of. All I can do is nod my head up and down like some sort of Neanderthal. I’m focused on the panties—that match my sheets, that match her eyes.
I swallow and shake off the fucking trance that is Windsor Forbes. I have a damned job to do. And by the looks of her, I better do it well or I’m in fucking trouble. She drags one finger over a chaise in the corner of the room and my gaze is glued to her every movement. I couldn’t look away if I had bullets flying at my head. It’s like she’s a mirage or something perfect my mind conjured. This woman is made for me. She looks at me sideways, and continues her slow walk around the room. Like she’s at a museum instead of in my fucking bedroom walking around practically naked. A growl rips from my throat.
“Get. Over. Here. Now,” I order, standing from the bed. That gets her attention. Her slim body glides toward me. And it’s like this slow motion moment.
It happened once when I was down range. The convoy in front of us hit an IED and the Humvee blew into a million pieces. It was a moment of pure clarity when I knew exactly what the outcome would be. When the bomb blew, I knew everyone in the vehicle would be dead. Now, watching Windsor approach, I know the outcome of whatever is happening between us. I’m falling for her. And there is no fucking stopping it.
Standing in front of me, she takes off her bra. She hooks both of her thumbs onto the sides of her panties and pulls them down slowly. She’s bare. Her creamy, tan skin is flawless. This sight—of her naked in front of my bed –is my new favorite thing in the entire universe. She merely stands there, hands by her sides, a half smirk on her face, waiting for me to make the next move. She’s handing over the reins. Fortunately for her, I’m more than willing to take them.
I cock my head and push my lips to one side. “Guess it’s time to settle old debts then?” The display of mock irritation makes her laugh out loud. She throws her hands out in awhat can you domotion. Windsor crawls over and kneels in the middle of my bed.
I change my mind. This is my favorite thing. The tiny landing strip at top of her pussy is mouthwatering. I keep my jeans on and walk on my knees to meet her front on.
She gives me a little frown. I brush the tiny crease between her eyebrows with my finger. “Slow,” I remind her. Her cool fingers grab the front of my jeans and underwear and jerk me forward. One of her fingers rubs the tip of my dick. I suck in a breath through my teeth. “If they come off, I’ll be buried in you before you take your next breath,” I whisper.
“Maybe that’s what I want,” she replies.
“Kiss me,” I order. I know I can distract her with my mouth. She leans up on her knees and presses every inch of her bare skin against me. Tracing my lips with her tongue, she rubs her tits on my chest. It is so fucking hot. I grab her sweet ass in my hands, rubbing it at the same tempo she’s moving. She moans into my mouth. I bring one hand around and find her sweet, wet pussy. Her mouth stops moving against mine at first contact. Her blue eyes open and her gaze meets mine. She spreads her knees to give me better access to her.
Carefully, I dip a finger into her. She is sopping wet and tight. Too tight for my dick, I’m sure of it. Not that I plan on putting my dick anywhere near her pussy. At least not today. Which is unfortunate because I want her so bad it hurts.
But this is about her and her alone. She’s breathing with her mouth open, tiny pants of pleasure. I drag my middle finger against her channel making acome heregesture with my finger. A tiny whimper escapes between breaths. My cock twitches. Leaning her head on my shoulder, she rocks her hips into my hand, trying to get my finger to go deeper.
“You’re so tight, Win. You feel so fucking good,” I say, crooking my finger, creating the perfect pressure against her wall.
She pulls away from me, her hands still on my shoulders and moans. I look down, because now I can see everything. My finger disappearing inside her, the way she grips my finger when I pull out a little.
Windsor makes some indistinguishable noise and I know how good I’m making her feel. If my finger wasn’t dripping wet, her face would give it away. Her gaze falls down to watch me work my finger in her, and I fucking love that she’s watching. “You like that?” I ask. All she can do is nod her approval. “Lay down,” I say, inhaling the scent of her hair. I want all of her scents in me, on me, smothering me.
She makes a move to slide back but pauses. “Don’t move your hand,” she breathes. I can’t help but smile—the big one.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” I say, pushing in my middle finger as far in as it will go. The moan that comes this time is loud. Her back hits the bed and I am on her in an instant. Her pink nipples are hard. Which means they need to be in my fucking mouth. I lick and suck each one. And just because I can’t help it, I cover her mouth with another kiss. I want to taste all of her whimpers and moans. Memorize them.
I circle her wet clit with my thumb and really start the tempo. Brushing my tongue down her throat and back to her perky tits, I make my way lower. When my mouth finds her belly button, I lift my gaze to find her watching me. It’s always like this. It’s the silent asking for permission to go downtown. Some women are funny about it.
“Yes, yes. My God, yes,” she says in one rushed breath. Access granted. I smile up at her, but she just throws her head back and whimpers. I never stop moving my fingers and I know she’s close. I can see it.
