Page 53 of Beautiful Crazy
Hearing footsteps approaching from down the hall, I quickly and quietly add, “Can’t wait to devour you tonight.”
After dinner, I ran to the store to pick up a bottle of Gemma’s favorite wine before heading back to my place to tidy up a bit. My nerves are back in full force, knowing that Gemma is going to be here soon. I keep thinking back to the rules she set up when we decided to do this friends-with-benefits thing. Mostly, I want to know how particular she is about this being “no strings” and us staying “just friends,” because there isn’t a single part of me that wants to bejustanything with Gemma.
The more time I spend with her—and with her son—the more I want. Does she think maybe sex is all I would want from her, so that’s why she suggested it? Or it couldbe because she lost her husband six years ago. That’s probably gotta make the idea of getting back into something serious a little scary, no matter how much time has passed.
I’m hoping if we spend more time together, both in the bedroom and out, she’ll loosen up the reins on those rules.
A knock at the front door has my pulse kicking up and my stomach twisting in the very best way. Pulling it open, the sight of Gemma on my porch takes my breath away. She changed out of what she was wearing when I was over there for dinner into a tight pair of high-waisted jean shorts with a little bit of frill around the bottom and a formfitting olive-green tank top that’s tucked into the shorts.
Her blonde hair, which was tied on top of her head in a bun before, is now flowing down her back in what I’m assuming are her natural waves. When she smiles up at me, my heart beats faster.
“You look fucking incredible,” I breathe, hooking an arm around her waist and pulling her into me. Giggling, her hands come up to my chest, fingers gripping my shirt as my lips seal to hers. She tastes minty fresh, and she smells downright delectable. “Want a glass of wine?” I ask, pulling back and taking in the flush on her cheeks.
She nods. “Please.”
Walking into the kitchen, I grab two glasses down from the cabinet as she spots the bottle on the counter. “Did you get this specifically for me?” she asks, a coy smile playing on her lips.
Lip ticking up on one side, I grab the corkscrew. “Maybe I did.”
After I pour us each a glass, we take them into the livingroom. My back patio isn’t nearly as inviting and cozy as Gemma’s. I don’t even have patio chairs yet.
“How’s the work going around here?” she asks. “I see the guys come and go all the time.”
“It’s good. They replaced the carpet in the bedrooms and the fencing around the backyard. Conway seems to have a guy for everything.” I breathe out a chuckle as I bring the glass up to my lips and take a sip.
“Yeah, he prides himself on being a one-stop shop,” Gemma offers. “How much longer until they’re completely done? That’s gotta be annoying to have your house constantly under construction.”
“It hasn’t been too bad. The guys are efficient, so nothing has taken too long. The roof is going to be the biggest pain, but then everything will be finished.” I’ve been slowly but surely making the house feel more likemyhome as the weeks go by. Bought some new furniture that was a bit more updated and felt more likeme, hung some pictures throughout the house. I’ve still got a ways to go, but I’m happy with the progress made so far. “Conway estimates another month or so.”
“At least there’s not too much longer left,” she says. “Also, I’ll have you know, Sutton gushed to my brother and his wife as soon as we got there about how he helped you make dinner.”
A smile splits my face, loving how excited he was. “Yeah, well, having him help me was my second favorite part of that experience.”
Heat flares in her gaze. “And what was your first favorite?”
Licking my lips, I murmur, “Getting to sample the dessert.”
Gemma’s cheeks blush, and she says in a low and flirty voice, “What kind of host would I be if I didn’t allow that?
Fire courses through my veins as my cock twitches behind my slacks. “Yeah, I think it’s a must. Wouldn’t want to be known as a bad host, after all.”
She laughs, her chocolate eyes twinkling. “You’re in the south now, Everett. We’re all about the hospitality.”
“In that case…” I set my wine down on the coffee table. “Maybe I should up my own hospitality, hmm?”
“That depends, Mr. Windward,” she drawls, placing her glass down on the table before tossing her leg over me and climbing into my lap. “What did you have in mind?”
Sliding my hand around the back of her neck, I thread my fingers through the strands, gripping them as she dips her head lower, bringing her lips a breath away from mine. “I’ve been dying to have the taste of you again,” I say before crashing my mouth against hers.
Gemma gasps, lips parting, and I use that to my advantage as I lick my way into her mouth, savoring the taste of her, loving the feel of her arms wrapping around my shoulders, holding me close as she opens wider, letting me take the kiss deeper. I can’t get enough of her. The way she kisses me back so voraciously. How her breasts feel pressed against my chest, and the way I can feel her nipples getting harder the longer I kiss her.
As the outside world fades away, all I can focus on is the way her lips feel against mine. Soft but firm, full. How they taste like sweet red wine and a hungry type of need all rolled up into one tempting flavor custom-made just for me.Her body molds to mine, hands coming up to fist my shirt, and as my tongue continues to dance with hers, I welcome the fuzzy feeling taking over my brain. Over my body. Welcome the burning inferno spreading from the center of my chest all through my limbs. Licking into her mouth, I explore every corner and crevice, kissing her like we have all the time in the world.
Kissing Gemma is addicting. It’s the most alluring treat, and I know without a shadow of a doubt, I will never find anything as satisfying. I know, with absolute certainty, that I will do whatever it takes to make sure I get to kiss her like this again and again.
Dragging my lips along the smooth skin of her jaw, I kiss the spot beneath her ear that she seems to like. She throws her head back, giving me better access, a breathy sigh falling from her as she grinds on my lap. Goosebumps bloom everywhere on her flesh, and a shiver rolls down my spine as her breathing speeds up and soft pants fall from her lips. Her body trembles in my arms, and I relish it.
“You want my mouth on that pretty pink pussy again?” I growl against her pebbled flesh.