Page 106 of Crazy In Love
Over and over.
He leaned down and kissed me, my hands moving to his shoulders, gripping hard as he moved faster.
The sensation was too much.
Overwhelming.
I gasped against his mouth as he moved his hand between us, knowing just what I needed. His thumb found my clit, and all it took was a touch, and my vision blurred as I climaxed so hard I couldn’t breathe.
He drove into me one last time and grunted my name against my ear as we both continued grinding against one another, soaking up every last bit of pleasure.
Once our movements had slowed, he pulled back to look at me. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
My breath caught in my throat, and my eyes welled with emotion.
He didn’t look panicked at the way I’d responded to his words; he just continued watching me before he pulled out and grabbed some tissue. He took his time cleaning me up, and the act was so intimate it overwhelmed me. He helped me down, and I slipped my undies and my joggers back on as he adjusted himself and buckled his jeans.
He tucked my hair behind my ears. “Are you good?”
“I am,” I whispered. “How about you?”
“Yeah. I’m good, angel.”
And then he unlocked the door and reached for my hand.
We made our way back to our seats, and thankfully, Cecilia was still sleeping in the seat when we walked past her.
We spent the next hour talking about our families, and he told me all sorts of stories about being the oldest brother in the family and all the trouble they’d gotten into as kids. And then his next words surprised me.
“The anniversary of my mom’s death is coming up,” he said, and he was staring down at his hands now.
I turned to look at him. “She passed during childbirth, right?”
“Yes.”
“So your birthday is also coming up?”
“Correct.”
“Is that hard for you?” I asked, reaching for his hand on instinct.
“No. It’s hard for my mom, and that makes it difficult. But she insists on celebrating my birthday like it isn’t the worst fucking day of her life.” He cleared his throat.
“Well, that day can be both, right?” I said, my thumb stroking the inside of his palm. “It can be a day that’s hard and wonderful all at the same time. I’ve seen the way your mother looks at you. I’ve actually always longed to have that kind of relationship with my own mother.”
He turned to look at me. “Your mother is an asshole if she doesn’t see how amazing you are. I mean, I’m an asshole, and I see how amazing you are.”
I chuckled. “You’re not the asshole you pretend to be.”
“You’re only saying that because we just had epic airplane sex.” He grinned.
“That could be it,” I said, not hiding the humor from my voice.
Cecilia approached with two trays of food. “I’ve got lunch for you, and I brought sparkling water for now. Would you like a glass of wine?”
We both declined the wine and thanked her.
Reality was setting in.
