Instead, he took a step back and nodded. “Okay. It’s not the time. I get it.” It wasn’t the time. Angry fucking never fixed anything. He knew that. It didn’t stop his whole body from wanting her in his arms, though.
He walked another two feet back, but this time she closed the gap. As she nibbled on her lip, she gripped his shirt and tugged him toward her. Walking backward, she stretched his shirt out until he caved and followed her into the laundry room with slow steps.
Talk about confusing. She was mad at him, not talking to him, but she was dragging him into the room off the kitchen with fire in her eyes.
“We need to be quick.” She was already unbuttoning his pants.
He nodded, slipping his thumbs into the waist of his jeans and shucking them down past his ass. While her signals were confusing, he wasn’t going to turn down the chance to fuck her.
“I can do quick.” In truth he was afraid he’d end up being too quick for her. He ached to be inside her, to lose himself in her.
As she wiggled her yoga pants down her calves with one hand, she pointed the other at him. “And quiet.”
He snickered. “I’m not the loud one in this relationship.”
She curled her outstretched finger back into her fist and made an ‘O’ shape with her mouth. “Point taken.” Bracing her hands on either side of her body, she jumped up onto the washer and spread her legs, reaching out grabby hands at him, her fingertips skimming his nipples sending shivers to his toes.
He paused. He needed to give her a chance to change her mind. “You sure about this?”
She licked her lips, narrowing her eyes. “You don’t want angry sex with me?”
“I want every sex with you.”
She laughed and covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes flaring wide. “Shh!” She flapped a hand at him. “Don’t make me laugh.”
He schooled his face. “Because you don’t want Cat to hear?” He had dropped his voice to a whisper.
“No. Well, yes, I don’t want her to hear, but I also wanna stay mad at you.”
Her pants and panties dangled from her left ankle. Wait. Women wore panties with leggings? Weren’t they basically pj pants? Shit. Did women wear panties with pj pants?
It wasn’t the time to get into it, but it was something he’d ask her about when there weren’t as many “I hate you” vibes still pouring off of her.
“You don’t wanna kick them all the way off?”
She grabbed his collar and pulled him to her. “No. It’s faster to get one leg back on than both in case we’re interrupted.”
Fair point. She’d clearly had sex with the kids at home before. Ugh. Yeah. No. He didn’t want to think about that. Especially since he knew no one had ever treated her the way she’d deserved to be treated between the sheets. Or on top of the washer for that matter. He grinned.
“What are you waiting for Eli? Do you need a map? A neon sign?” She scooted her ass to the very edge of the machine and pointed to her pussy. “Get inside me.”
“Wow, Ceecee. I shall compare thee to a summer’s day.”
“Fuck the summer’s day. Make me come.” She grabbed his dick and pumped twice, sending all rational thought out the window.
He tossed her a salute. “Yes, ma’am.” He guided his tip to her entrance and dragged it through her arousal, noting the softening of her features, of her muscles, and the small sigh that escaped her as he edged himself inside her.
Fuck. She felt like heaven. “Fast and quiet, right?”
The fire in her eyes intensified as she nodded. Curling an arm around her waist, he sank all the way into her with a quick push. They’d both probably regret not talking out their issues and instead resorting to a fast bang on the washing machine, but in the moment, she felt too good to argue with.
He grunted as he slid out and rammed into her again. Her ass squeaked against the shiny, white top of the machine as he thrust. She was stuck to the damned thing, making it difficult for him to do anything quickly.
She giggled. “Maybe I should have left my panties on so I’d glide against the machine instead of my ass cheeks getting stuck to it.”
Softening his knees, he bent a little before wrapping her legs around his waist and picking her up. She quieted herself against his shoulder, burying her face into his shirt with a muffled moan as he loosened his grip just enough to slide her down his body so he was balls deep in her.
He turned them both around and pressed her back against the wall, pumping faster and faster. She threw her head back, wincing when it connected with the wall.
