“It’s like there’s another word I could use to fully describe how I feel…” he rasped against my skin, his lips trailing along my stomach.
My gaze shot down. He couldn’t mean what I thought, could he?
“Another word?” I asked.
He nodded, delivering another kiss.
“I’m in—”
“Crazy?” I asked quickly. Because this was crazy. If he was going to say what it sounded like, I…I didn’t know what to say back. But my heart beat faster and, while I wanted to hear it, wanted it to be true, I was terrified. It was too soon, wasn’t it? There was too much between us, too much we’d have to deal with, like other people, and the past, and….
With deep emotion in his eyes and said, “Yes, I’m in crazy with you.”
He was serious. He switched “love” out with the word I gave him, but he meant it, and I felt it. And I wanted it. And him. With everything I was. Everything that was left of me, I was ready to give him.
I should know better.
I did know better.
But the man holding me, actively making me a part of his every day and his life was the one I trusted.
“Cal,” I whispered, and that water behind my eyes rose further to the surface. “I’m in crazy with you too.”
A smile lit his face and he instantly rose, cupped my neck, and pulled me in for a searing kiss. I didn’t have time to think or do anything, I just got lost in his kiss and his touch. He maneuvered me onto the bed and laid me on my back, his mouth never leaving mine. Instead, it explored and skimmed along my skin as he removed my sweater, then my jeans.
Kissing my thighs, my knees, down to my ankles and back.
“Cal,” I whispered his name and ran my hand through his hair. He rested his chin on my hip. The way his blue eyes sparkled and the position were so intimate, yet so casual, my love looking up at me while his stubble scratched my skin as he smiled.
“I’m here, love,” he said, kissing my stomach as he hooked his fingers into my panties and slowly peeled them down my legs and off.
He ran his nose up my knee, to my inner thigh, then sucked the fleshy part into his mouth. I felt so alive. So loved. So seen.
He trai
led his lips up my ribs, unsnapping my bra and gently licking along my breast thoroughly before taking the nipple in. He sucked slowly, laving attention on my body and skin so much that I felt like a queen. Worshiped and happy and relaxed.
Lying next to me, he kissed my neck and kicked his jeans down and off. Finally, I felt his hot skin brush against mine. His cock nudged my side, but he didn’t make any move to cover me or enter. He just stayed off to the side, kissing along my throat while his big hand cupped my face, then trailed lower to my core.
When his fingers found my clit, I jolted a little, but his lips were right there to catch my gasp as he started rubbing. I reached out and grabbed his hard cock in my fist to hang on as he worked me over.
He just kept rubbing, slow and intent, while he kissed the corner of my mouth and my jaw, taking my breath with his. As I shuddered out an exhale, he’d breathe it in. So in sync. I wanted more. Wanted to be wrapped up in him.
I wiggled, keeping tight hold of his cock, and tried to line us up. He just kept rubbing, my orgasm climbing and climbing.
His eyes stayed on my face. Stayed right there with me. I was so close and felt so empty at the same time.
His free hand slid under my back and wrapped around me, cupping my breast and pulling me close so that I shifted enough for my bottom to line up with his hips and my back pressed against his chest. I threw my leg over his, opening myself more to him.
He just kept rubbing.
Over and over, the heat was so intense, the tremors taking over my body were slowly burning me up. With my back against his chest and both of us on our sides, I was spread wide for his hand, his cock running along my thigh, so close to where I needed him.
“Please,” I begged on a whisper. “I’m going…”
“Crazy?” he rasped.
“Yes.” His hold tightened on me and I was done for. I was crazy about Cal. Crazy in love with him.