“It’s a good thing,” I begin, twisting around on the bed so my feet aren’t dangling off the end, “I’m a good problem solver.”
The mattress dips with his weight, my skin burning as his swipes against it. He sits back on his knees at my feet and looks down at me. “Promise me one thing.”
“What’s that?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest. The way he looks at me steals my breath, knots my stomach into a bundle of emotions I can’t begin to unravel right now. It’s as if he’s not just seeing my body, or my anticipation of his next move. He’s seeing me in a way that’s bare and has nothing to do with a lack of fabric on my body.
“You’ll stay with me for a while tonight.”
“Why?”
He plants his hands on either side of me, leaning down just enough so his chest touches the peaks of my nipples. “Because holding you in my arms is my favorite part.”
“Oh, Cross,” I whisper, my heart melting on the spot.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I press my lips to his. He nips at my bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth. I can’t stop the moan that escapes my throat as I tilt my hips up to his.
His cock is at my opening, teasing me. It dips in, parting me with its girth before slipping back out again. He does this over and over, swiping at my swollen clit with each pass. His hands cup my breasts, kneading them in his coarse palms.
“I want to touch every inch of you,” he whispers, sliding his hands up my chest and across my collarbone. “I need every piece of you to remember it belongs to me.”
I whimper, trying to move as he slides into me.
“You’ve always been mine, just like I’ve always been yours.”
“Yes,” I eek out. “Gah!”
He slides inside me, almost like he teased himself too long, like he couldn’t wait a second longer to get inside me.
“I’m glad I didn’t bother asking if you were ready,” he says, closing his eyes as he sinks into me again. “So…damn…wet.”
His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat, a low guttural groan originating somewhere deep inside. I could almost get off just watching him enjoy me.
Dropping my knees wider, I roll my head to the side to allow him to bury his head in the crook of my neck. “You are so sexy,” he whispers through gritted teeth.
“Go deeper,” I pant, locking my heels around him. It puts me in a position I know he loves, an angle I know he can’t resist.
“God,” he groans, thrusting harder. “This feels so good.”
“So good.”
He kisses me at every possible point, doing just as he promised—touching me in every place he can. He holds my shoulders, pinches a nipple, cups the side of my face, the outside of my thigh, making every possible connection he can between us.
Up, up, up I go, pulled into a swirling state of bliss between the friction of his cock and the sweet words he whispers in my ear. It’s a heady mix, a complicated yet simple combination that is as irresistible as he is.
“Cross,” I pant, my legs shaking with the impending climax. “I can’t…you…”
My eyes squeeze shut with the force of the eruption that’s starting to build in the bottom of my belly. Like a slow-burning fire, the heat rolls out to the tops of my thighs, into my chest before radiating into my toes and the top of my head.
“Cross!”
He pounds me into harder, his breath whispering over my skin with each push. He mutters something under his breath, but I can’t make it out over my moans.
My body falls apart around him, my mind reeling with an influx of sensations. I feel him tense, his body shifting on top of me before he enters me hard and holds the position with the tip of his cock at the back of my pussy.
As he slips it back out and milks his orgasm, he flutters his eyes open. Instead of the lust I saw a few minutes ago, all I see now is something different, something soft…something I want to hold on to for a very long time.
He presses a soft kiss to my lips before pulling out and settling on the bed beside me. Pulling me into him, he nestles his face into my hair.
“I know you need to get up,” he whispers, kissing a spot just above my ear. “But give me a few seconds first, okay?”
As I drift off to sleep, I keep reminding myself to get up and go to the bathroom, but I don’t. This feels too good.
Ten
Cross
“Are you ready?” I ask.
Taking Kallie’s hand, I help her out of my truck. The wind moves little wisps of hair around her face as her feet hit the asphalt. She’s gorgeous in cutoff blue jeans and a plain, navy-colored T-shirt. Maybe it’s from the shirt—I don’t know, but the gray in her eyes almost looks blue tonight.