Page 22 of Crazy In Love (Love & War #2)

She lifts her shoulder in a lazy shrug. “I think we know how to annoy each other. It comes instinctually. So perhaps we could extend those skills and figure out how to please each other, too.” She nibbles on her plump top lip.

“I’ve never been one to shy away from a little hard work, and God knows, I love an opportunity to learn something new. ”

“You can’t argue with me if your mouth is filled with my cock.”

She trembles, her pulse pounding against her throat and her smile curling up in challenge. Finally, she nudges the door open another inch. “Prove it.”

Heaven help me.

“Fox…” I flex my hands by my side, locking my feet to the floor and my racing heart into a cage I don’t dare open. “This isn’t something you can play with. This isn’t?—”

“Are you not up for it?” She trails the tip of her finger over her chest, across to her inked ribs, and down until she knows she’s got me, body and soul. “Even if I’m daring you?” Taunting, she peers up at me from beneath thick lashes. “Even if I’m begging you?”

Fuck it. I cross the apartment and shove my fingers into her hair, fisting my hand and tilting her head to the side until a whimper of surprise ricochets along her throat.

And because I want to look, I drag her half a foot to the right, out of the way of the door, and kick it open to reveal her body, my visual wonderland.

Her chest lifts and falls, racing for fresh oxygen, and her pulse skitters against her neck.

But her tits… fuck me.

Her tits are perfect and swollen. C-cups, with rosy pink nipples peaked for my pleasure.

“I didn’t mean to see you.” But I study her now.

“I didn’t mean to look when the door was knocked open.

” But I wouldn’t change it now. My cock aches, trapped behind the zipper of my jeans.

The desire to press her to her knees is almost crippling.

Soon.

So fucking soon.

“I didn’t mean to look,” I rasp. “But now I want to tie you down and force you to stay still, because I want to see all of you. In my own time. At my own pace.”

“You—”

“If you argue with me, I’ll fill your mouth and shut you the fuck up.” I want to taste her. To savor her. I want to bite her, and fuckkkk , I want to own her. If only for an hour. “You have time to say no.”

Please say no.

Please don’t say no.

“We haven’t touched yet. So if you want out, say so before we cross the line and make a mess of what doesn’t have to be messy.”

“I like messy.” She moves onto the tips of her toes and presses her supple chest to mine.

“It’s you who struggles with that sort of thing.

You like order. And rules. Routine and normalcy.

Me?” Her eyes are like molten lava, burning as she shakes her head gently from side to side.

“I’m okay with jumping out of repetition and into bed with a man who knows how to command my body. ”

She sets her hands on my chest, walking her fingers over my pecs and up to my neck, and then with a wicked smile, she places two fingers past my lips and onto my tongue. “I have always, always been a fan of the things men can do with their mouths. And I don’t mean talking.”

“You think you’re in charge, don’t you?” I capture her wrist and fold it back.

But I don’t toss her away. Instead, I nibble on her throbbing pulse, biting just hard enough to taste her.

Suckling until her skin turns a pretty pink.

“You think because I like things a certain way that I’m a fucking idiot.

” I tighten my grip on her hair. “I’m not incapable, Fox.

I just know what I like and rarely look for something else.

” I release her wrist and grab her hip, peeling her panties down a half inch because I want to see where her ink begins.

“Did you fuck whoever put this on your body?” I glide my palm over her garden of Eden.

Apt, I suppose, considering how close it is to her pussy.

“No way he got so near and didn’t want a taste. ”

“Sadly, I don’t relish the idea of eating kitty, and my tattoo artist has one of those.

” She steps closer, stealing my view of her perfect body and resting her nose against my chest. She inhales, humming in the back of her throat and grinning when she’s done.

“I wasn’t gonna tell you, since it sounds kinda weird.

But I caught a whiff of your aftershave that first time I met you.

” She pulls back and searches my eyes. “We were at a funeral, which made things a little icky, but if we’d met in a dark club and I was led only by how you smelled, I’d have done anything you wanted right there and then. ”

“You like how I smell?” I bring the front of my shirt forward and inhale. “I wasn’t wearing aftershave at the funeral. Or now. ”

“Guess it’s just you, then.” She trails her fingers over my jaw, stroking the bone. “You can kiss me, Christian. Do you need direct instructions? Because I’m standing here, buck ass naked, and you’re not slamming me against the shower wall yet.”

“You want me to slam you?” I slip my hand into the back of her panties and massage her ass. So thick. So malleable. “You don’t want this to be slow and gentle?”

“Not even a little bit.” She pulls me closer and nips at my lip, biting until electricity sizzles in my veins.

“I like it when it hurts. I love it when I’m still a little sore the next morning.

” She dips her tongue forward, soothing what she hurt.

“I like it when, even after we’re done, I can touch any part of my body and remember exactly how you grabbed me. ”

She reaches back and wraps her hand around my wrist, and staring into my eyes, she pulls me to the front and gasps when my fingers brush over her pulsing clit.

“Shit.” She drops her head back, the ends of her hair tickling the middle of her spine.

“I wasn’t even going to tell you I’ve thought of you.

No way did I plan to admit that I wanted the guy who annoys the shit out of me. ”

“But then you went ahead and undressed in front of me. Now we’re stuck.

” I cup her tit and fold my neck, suckling the supple peak between my lips, and because she arches closer, feeding me, I slip my fingers into her soaked pussy and hold on when her knees buckle.

“What do you taste like, Fox? Your wrist is nice. And your tit is better.” I pump my hand and dig deeper.

“But how do you taste where it matters?”

“Probably a little salty, to be honest.” She chokes out a desperate snigger. “I haven’t showered since last night.”

“Exactly how I like it.” I lower to my knees and peel her panties down. Fuck it . “I don’t wanna eat when you’ve just come out of the shower. That’s bland.” I circle her clit with my thumb and nip at her hipbone. “I want to feast on you .”

I drag her panties to the floor and help her step out of them, then I grab her thigh and drape it over my shoulder, reveling in her cry of surprise and the perfect view of her needy pussy.

“Hold on to me.” I slam three fingers upwards, stretching her out without a single shred of caution, then I lean forward and trap her clit between my teeth.

“Oh God!” She throws her head back, slamming it against the doorframe and tangling her fingers in my hair for balance. “Jesus, Chris!”

“You don’t know me well enough to know I like to savor.” I slide my tongue along her drenched slit and taste her at her best. “I take my time, and I make damn sure to milk you for every last drop you have. ”

“I’m more of a slam and bam, fast and nasty.” She juts her hips forward, feeding me, though I need no help. “I get bored easily and don’t have time to waste.”

“You won’t be bored while I’m with you.” I slide my free hand around and up the back of her thigh. And because she wants to test me, I slip my thumb between her ass cheeks and deep into her asshole without asking.

Without waiting.

I give her no time to adjust, and fuck it, I feel no remorse when she chokes in pleasure and pain.

“I’m all about making you feel good.” I grab her other thigh and lift her, stealing her foundations and holding her up on my own, then I push her against the wall and straighten out until I’m standing, creating a vise-like grip on either side of my head.

And yet, I know I won’t fumble her.

“I’m gonna make you come until you want to scream, and then I’ll make you come some more until you tell me you have nothing left.”

“Chris—”

“And then I’m gonna make you come some more because, damn it, Fox, I won’t be finished with you yet.

” I bury my face between her legs and drink her down, guzzling her release and groaning when I have her smeared all over my lips.

Until she’s dribbling down my neck and into my shirt.

“You mock my need for control, but you’ll find a new appreciation for it when I’m fucking you into insanity, and still, I’m not finished. ”

“Oh, God.” She fists my hair and pulls me closer. Closer. “Make me come. Please.”

“You’re okay with ass play.” I draw my thumb out, then back in again until she rewards me with an animalistic groan. “You like that.”

“I like it.” She crushes her back to the wall and pants. “Yes.”

“So I’m gonna fuck your ass, too. I’m gonna own all of you.”

“Yes, please.”

“And if you cry because it hurts…” I inch back and wait for her eyes, jutting my hips forward because I want her.

God, I want her. “If you cry, I’ll fuck you harder.

Because I got the screwy Watkins DNA no one likes to talk about.

I keep most of it locked away. But not this one.

” I bite her clit and thrill in her scream.

“I feel like a god when I make you hurt.”

“I don’t want you to feast anymore.” And yet, she crushes my face between her legs. “I want you to fuck me.”