Crazy Stupid Love (Crazy Love #1)(38)
She gasps lightly when I lift her, quickly securing her legs around my waist as I begin to climb the stairs, pushing my way inside my apartment within a matter of seconds. Swinging the door closed behind us, I immediately cross the room, depositing her on top of the bed the moment I reach it.
Reaching down, I spread her legs open, taking in a sharp inhale when my eyes meet her bare flesh. It’s all I have thought about all night: seeing her, feeling her. This girl has me by the f*cking balls, and there’s not a f*cking thing I can do about it.
Trailing my hand lightly between her legs, I can’t fight my smile when she arches her back, pushing into my touch.
“Now, Decklan. Do it now,” she whimpers when I press the pad of my thumb against her clit and slowly rotate it.
“Do what now?” I increase the speed of my finger but still keep my pace slow enough that her frustration lingers, wanting her to beg for it.
“Fuck me, Decklan.” I can’t deny how f*cking incredible those words sound coming out of her pretty little mouth.
“You want me to what?” I increase the speed of my hand more, my erection pressing so tightly against my jeans it’s past the point of uncomfortable.
I know I’m teasing her, but in the process, I’m f*cking torturing myself. Just watching her writhe beneath my touch is enough to drive me beyond the point where I can hold out any longer.
“Fuck,” I grind out, dropping my hand away as I tear open my jeans.
I don’t bother undressing her further. I love seeing her like this. Her tight little dress squeezing her body just right, her wet * exposed and on full display for me. I bite down on my bottom lip, trying to steady my hand as I quickly slide a condom on.
Pulling her ass to the edge of the mattress, I spread her legs wider, taking one last long look before I bury myself deep inside of her.
The initial impact nearly brings me to the brink, and I have to still myself inside of her for a brief moment. Taking a deep breath, I try to reel myself in and get my shit together. I can’t let myself lose control that quickly. I need her there with me first.
Crawling up her body, I drag her further up the mattress with me as I go, and settle down on top of her as I drop my lips back down to hers. She feels so f*cking incredible around me, I’m afraid any movement will send me over the edge.
Sliding her arms around me, Kimber deepens the kiss as she urges me forward, raising her hips slightly to meet my slow thrust. I pull out and slide slowly back in, trying to keep my movements controlled as I quicken my pace.
It’s not long before I feel Kimber’s grip start to tighten and her perfect fa?ade falling away. It’s in these moments, in the rawness of pleasure, that I see her for who she really is. Wild, untamed, not afraid to take what she wants, and f*ck me the most beautiful f*cking creature to ever lie beneath me.
My release hits me with so much force that I barely register Kimber’s cries as she succumbs to her own pleasure. My stomach cramps tightly, the intensity of my orgasm almost painful as it spills out of me.
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“Tell me how you got this?” Kimber trails her finger lightly down the scar that lines the side of my skull, the contact causing me to tense slightly. She props herself up on her elbow, her body still tucked into my side as she meets my gaze.
“Hit my head.” My answer is generic and void of any emotion. I’ve perfected that much.
“What happened?” She pushes for more, her eyes full of curiosity.
“It was nothing.” I shrug it off, closing my hand around hers to pull her fingers away from the jagged flesh. “Nothing to worry yourself with.” I kiss her knuckles before laying her palm flat against my chest.
I can see the hesitation in her eyes, and I know instantly that she wants to ask for more. She studies me for a long moment before finally deciding to let it be. Relaxing back down into my arms, she lays her face against my chest and lets out a slow exhale.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, trailing my fingers lightly through her hair.
“I’m not ready to leave,” she admits, working slow circles across my stomach with her fingertips.
“Then don’t.”
“You know I have to.” She lets out another sigh.
“You don’t have to do anything,” I challenge, gently rolling her onto her back as I pin her body beneath mine. “I mean, I could just make you stay,” I threaten, dropping my mouth to hers.
“I know you’re in there, bitch.” A woman’s voice I don’t instantly recognize suddenly rings through the otherwise empty space followed by a loud series of thumping.
“What the f*ck?” I mutter, looking down at Kimber, whose eyes are wide as she stares back at me.
Before I have a chance to react, let alone respond, Kimber yells back, the level of her voice enough to vibrate her chest against mine.
“Twenty more minutes.” She laughs at the curious look I give her. “Angel,” she whispers.
“Stop it. They’re in there getting nasty.” I hear another voice I can only assume belongs to Harlee, followed by giggling.
“You know we can hear you.” Kimber tries to keep the humor from her voice as the laughter on the other side of the door continues.
Throwing me a sweet smile, I know instantly the moment is over. Silently cursing her friends for their less than stellar timing, I roll to the side, pushing myself out of the bed. Kimber joins me within seconds, frantically searching the floor for her dress which takes her a moment to find given the darkness of the room.