Page 89 of Crazy In Love
Hell, the men who’d claimed to be in love with me had never been all that determined to make me feel good.
Hence the no orgasms.
“Yes. We can go to my room, do the dirty deed, and then you can slither back to your man cave, and we’ll pretend it never happened.” I smiled up at him, and he narrowed his gaze as if I was a riddle he couldn’t figure out.
“Are you always this chatty before sex?”
I put my key in the door and pushed inside. “Well, not usually, no. But I’ve also never had an arrangement quite like this. It’s usually more organic.”
I plopped down to sit on the bed and kicked off my shoes. I didn’t even need to keep my heels on or worry about how I positioned myself on the bed. We had already decided to do it. We’d given it an expiration date.
A one a done.
So I didn’t even have to try to impress him.
“‘More organic’? You torture one another for weeks, and then agree to a relationship that clearly doesn’t last, all so you can finally have sex? That’s not organic, angel. That’s just a long, roundabout way of getting to the same place.”
I nodded. He might have been onto something. “Hey, what’s with the nickname? You don’t need to shmooze me—this is happening.”
“I’m not shmoozing you. I don’t shmooze.” He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Yet you’re calling me ‘angel’?” I raised a brow and tried to hide my smile.
I liked the nickname.
It was sweet.
Very out of character for him.
“You looked like an angel when you were asleep on the plane.” He shrugged. “All peaceful and happy.”
“What do most people look like when they sleep?”
“I don’t fucking know. I don’t stay long enough to watch them.” He smirked.
“So how does this work. Do I strip down, or do you do it?” I fidgeted with my hands, anxious to get this party started, because he could change his mind at any time. And the teaser I’d enjoyed on the elevator had my body buzzing with excitement.
I wanted this.
I wanted him.
His tongue ran along his bottom lip as he studied me. “I’d like you to stop talking.”
“Well, that’s rude.”
“I don’t think me being rude is news to you.” He moved toward me, eyes hard, lips in a flat line.
He pulled me to my feet, and his hand moved to the back of my head before he leaned down and kissed me hard. My fingers tangled in his hair as I tugged him closer. His hands moved to the band of my leggings, and he pulled back to look at me. His dark gray eyes were practically jet black. Without giving me a moment to process what he was doing, he dropped to his knees and tugged the fabric down my legs, tapping my foot to lift each one before pulling my panties down my body as well.
Was I even breathing?
My body was on fire, my legs trembling with anticipation.
“Relax,” he said, his voice deep and commanding.
And then he pressed his face into the apex of my thighs, and I gasped.
In one swift move, he had us both on the bed. He was on his back, his large hands gripping each side of my hips and lifting me easily just above his chest.
