Page 62 of Beautiful Crazy
“Oh my god, that wassofun!” Beau shouts as they run up to where we’re sitting.
“We gotta go on the bigger one!” Sutton says, his eyes wide and his cheeks wind chapped.
Graham and I share a look before we both chuckle and stand up.
“Well, let’s get on with it then, shall we?” I ask.
The next couple of hours are spent hitting every single ride they have to offer. Sometimes twice. This carnival isn’t very big, so it’s not that hard to do, but the kids are starving by the time we’re done, so we meet the girls near the food.
Gemma’s chocolate eyes meet mine, holding my gaze as her lips curl into a grin. “Have fun, Mr. Windward?”
We’re standing in line to get hot dogs for everybody. Glancing around to make sure none of the kids are watching me, I dip my head down and murmur into her ear, “I sure did, but I think I’ll have a lot more fun with you later.”
A visible shudder runs down her spine as her grin widens. She peers up at me from beneath her lashes, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “And what did you have in mind?”
“I don’t care what we do, as long as it involves you naked and trembling under or on top of me.”
Gemma bites down on her bottom lip. What I wouldn’t give to be the one to do that right now. “If onlymy son wasn’t here, we could reignite that little exhibitionism kink of yours.”
A bolt of arousal zips down my spine, settling deep in my balls. “Yeah? You’d want to drop to your knees and take my cock down that pretty little throat of yours with the risk of being caught?”
She hums, her eyelashes fluttering.
“Or maybe it would be me dropping to my knees, draping a leg over my shoulder as I eat your cunt until you come all over my tongue.”
“Fuck,” she practically pants. “We need to make that happen at some point.”
“Really?” A grin splits my face as I raise my eyebrows. “Does that turn you on?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” she admits, the pink on her cheeks darkening. Leaning in close so the people in front of us can’t hear, she adds, barely above a whisper, “I’m so fucking wet for you, Everett. I would do just about anything you asked me to do, as long as it meant you putting your hands on me.”
Fuck me. This woman is going to be the death of me.Eyes dipping down to take in her full, pouty lips, my cock gives an appreciative twitch at the memory of her wrapping them around me and sucking me down last weekend. And how much I want her to do it again.
“God, I want to kiss you right now,” I admit huskily.
“Me too.” Her eyes glint as she smiles up at me before promising, “Tonight.”
Twenty-Six
Everett
My lips press down on the heated flesh of Gemma’s neck, right below her ear, the sweet scent of her bodywash and her natural aroma filling my senses as her hands find my hips, tugging me close. Blood pumping hot, heart pounding, we pull apart long enough to get through the house and into her bedroom.
As we were leaving the carnival, Grace announced that she was keeping Sutton for the night, and I can’t help but think Gemma had something to do with that. Taking in her heated eyes, flushed cheeks, her hair tousled from the way my fingers were threading through the long, wavy locks as soon as we walked in her front door, tells me everything I need to know. It’s a little after eight, the sun well on its way to setting as we left the fairgrounds, and the air in the car on the drive back to Gemma’s place was thick with sexualtension, both of us needing to connect after the way we teased each other.
Ever since the moment I saw her step out of her house before we left, I’ve been dying to have my hands on her. Dying to take this sexy little outfit off her supple body. Dying to taste, and lick, and kiss. Make her cry out in pleasure and beg for more. Resting my back against the door for a moment, we breathe each other in. She’s biting down on her bottom lip, tempting me. My balls are already throbbing, and we haven’t even begun yet.
“I like the way you’re looking at me,” Gemma murmurs, a sultry lilt to her tone. It sends a thrill down my spine.
Arching a brow, I ask, “And how am I looking at you, mama?”
A smirk tugs on her lips. “Like you can’t wait to devour me.”
Chuckling darkly, I reach behind my head, ripping my shirt off my body as I stalk toward her slowly. “You’re absolutely right,” I growl. “I plan to fuckingdevouryou until you can’t even think straight. Fuck you so good you won’t even be able to walk without your legs trembling in the morning.”
I watch the way her throat works as she swallows, pressing her thighs together.My girl’s already aching for me,I think as I come to a stop directly in front of her, my hand sweeping the hair out of her face. She leans into the touch, breathing out a contented sigh. Palm splayed on the back of her neck, I haul her mouth to mine, taking her lips in a bruising kiss full of desire and need. Tongue surginginto her mouth, I taste her hunger and swallow down her moans as I become downright ravenous for her in a heartbeat.
Working the straps to her overalls open, I shove them down her body before tugging the form-fitting tank top over her head, letting it fall to the floor.No bra.I let out an appreciative groan as I take in her beautiful breasts on full display for me, nipples already taut and begging for my mouth. Black lace lays on her hips, and I bite my knuckle as I allow myself to drink her in. To appreciate her beauty. This sexy, gorgeous body that has grown a life inside of it.