“Dinner won’t be ready for another thirty-five
minutes.”
“That’s plenty of time.”
I knew what he was thinking but I really wanted to hear him say it. “For?”
Cross drained the rest of his glass and pulled me close. My chest heaved and blood flowed through me, hot and thick, like lava.
“This,” he hissed.
Then his lips were on mine, demanding and insistent as they slicked across my lips, top and then bottom and back to top. Teasing and tasting my mouth like it was a magnificent feast fit for a king. I was too far gone to resist, too far gone to do anything other than take it. Absorb the heat and passion he transferred from his big strong body to mine.
There was something different about this kiss. It was almost surreal the way his kisses took me out of my body and carried me off on a cloud of lust and need. Want.
“Cross,” I moaned when he broke the kiss, blinking to clear the fog from my brain but nope, he was still there looking good enough to eat.
His blue eyes were so dark they may as well have been black but when his lips melted into a smile, my legs buckled just a little.
“This time, I’m fuckin’ you on a bed.”
Why those words sent another shiver through me, I couldn’t say. But this version of Cross tonight was darker and grittier, hungry with a raw need that was one hundred percent focused on me.
“Oh, okay.”
He grinned, like he was satisfied with the effect he was having on me and scooped me up in his arms like I was one of those dainty women that men always carried around simply because they could.
“The correct answer is, ‘Yes, Cross’.”
I laughed and licked his neck up to his jaw line. “Yes, Cross.”
I couldn’t help it, I inhaled his scent at the crook of his neck and shivered as it hit my nostrils. I craved his scent more than I realized.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Cross was on a mission and I was his target but rather than being scared, I was thrilled. Turned on. Inside my bedroom he tossed me on the bed and then turned on all the lights.
“Stay right there,” he ordered.
I was about to sit up and take my off my clothes but then Cross began to undress. I was transfixed by the sight of all that flesh, all those muscles on display, bunching and flexing with every move he made.
“Yes, Cross,” I said again, just to get another rise out of him. But this time the rise was growing longer and thicker by the second behind those blue and white striped boxer briefs. I licked my lips at the sight he made.
“I feel overdressed.”
He grinned and knelt on the bed. “Let’s see.”
Cross pushed up the fabric of my dress to my knees and stopped. “How dressed are you?”
His hands slid up my thighs, warm and slightly rough, making me shiver. “Panties. Too bad.”
“I wore them for you.” My legs parted just a little, enough to make him groan.
“Yeah?”
I nodded, and a wide, satisfied smile crossed his face as he dipped under the skirt of my dress and put his mouth on me.
He didn’t even bother to remove my panties, just licked and sucked my pussy through the silk.
“Oh, Cross!”