His dick jerked, and he quickly replaced his finger with his cock and rocked roughly into her. She’d always liked that first stroke deep and firm. After a second rough thrust, he backed off and let her set the rhythm.
Her channel was tight around him, and the exquisite pressure of her inner muscles had his balls drawing up. She didn’t ease up, forcefully rocking against his lower belly. She was using his pelvic bone to massage her clit. Each time she arched up to him, he rocked back to her, pressing firmly where she needed him.
The tingling at the base of his spine intensified. “Baby, I’m not gonna last,” he muttered into her ear as he slid home again.
“Almost there, Cross. I just need…” Her head fell back against the pillow, and her fingernails dug into his ass as if she wanted him deeper.
He picked up the pace, rocking hard into her. The lace on her panties rubbing on his dick was a form of torture as he glided inand out. He reached between their bodies and found the bundle of nerves he knew would launch her. He tapped it, then swirled his thumb over it as he rocked harder and faster into her.
Her lips found his nipple, and she bit. He responded by thrusting hard enough to bang the cot into the wall. Swear to God, he wasn’t the only being shuddering here. The whole shack shook. Under him, Drew tensed and started the tight, high-pitched keen that told him how close she was. He pinched her clit as he pushed into her and held fast and deep. She flew over the edge, her orgasm milking his dick to the point that he spasmed with his own release.
He collapsed on her body as she sprawled under him, her ankles finally unlocking and her feet falling to either side of his hips. He was still buried deep inside her, his cock twitching as each of her breaths lifted her chest under his.
God, they’d always been so good together. Good to see they still had it. Even if this was a mistake. He was still a danger to her. His base desires put her further into jeopardy. He groaned as reality pounced, and then buried his face in her throat.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have?—”
“Shut up, Cross.” Her tone was hurt and harsh.
“Drew, this was a mistake. I’ve probably made a bad situation worse.” He wasn’t sure what was worse, the guilt riding him or the crushed look on her face.
“Cross, I don’t regret this. I’m still pissed at you for the past year, but if you apologize for this, I’ll be livid.”
Before he could reply, the sat phone rang.
Cross rolled off the cot, quickly wrapping the towel around his waist, and answered.
“Is she with you?” McGuire’s voice came through the static.
Cross glanced back at Drew, still sitting breathless on the cot, the expression on her face twitching between hurt and pissed. “Yeah, she’s here.”
“I need to extract her. Word has gone out. I’ve heard from sources in Florida and here. Rodriguez has added Drew to the bounty. He’s pissed that she helped you and made him look bad. She’s not safe.”
“I know.”
There was a pause. “Can you get her to the drop by midnight?”
Cross hesitated. He didn’t want to let her go. Not yet. Not like this. But he had to. “I’ll get her there.”
After he ended the call, he turned to find Drew watching him with narrowed eyes.
“You’re sending me away?”
“It’s not safe here anymore.”
She folded her arms. “No kidding. I noticed when your buddy the spider tried to take out a life insurance policy.”
“I’m serious.”
“So am I,” she said quietly. “I don’t want to leave you.” She swallowed. “I mean…leave you here by yourself. You need help.”
His chest tightened. “And I don’t want you dead.”
She flinched. “You think I can’t handle myself?”
“I think I’m worried about you, which makes you a liability.” He didn’t add that Drew was the only thing he cared about at the moment, and that was the reason she was a liability. If the Weasel got her and it was her life or Tessa’s, Cross would give Tessa up in a heartbeat and then spend the rest of his life torturing himself about it. No, Drew had to go.
“Wow,” she said with a bitter laugh. “You really know how to make a girl feel special.”
