He grins.
“What?”
“Did you just call me baby?”
“Oh shit. I did.”
That makes him shudder with laughter before he stills, his voice turning rough. “I liked it.” He cups the side of my neck, pulling me closer, and his thumb traces my jaw. “I’m fine, Daisy. I’m a big boy. A few bruises and some broken ribs won’t kill me.”
“That little asshole broke your ribs? I’m going to kill him.”
“Don’t bother. It made Roe feel good about himself. Just let him have it.”
“I don’t give a shit if he feels good. I want him to suffer.” I continue to run my hands over him, examining him for injury. “Did he beat you anywhere else?”
Cross gives a cheeky grin. “Well, notthere,” he drawls, and I realize my hands are at the button of his trousers. “But please, keep going. Take them off.”
Desire surges through me when I see how hard he is, the thick ridge of arousal straining against his zipper. The hunger returns in full force, and I promptly forget about his bruises, because if they don’t bother him, then I’m not going to fret on his behalf. We’re kissing again, breaking apart only so he can peel my shirt off. He reaches behind me to unclasp my bra, and when my breasts are exposed, his blue eyes burn with approval. Cross tugs me toward his seeking mouth. His tongue comes out to taste my nipple, summoning a moan from my lips.
“I missed that sound,” he says, humming with satisfaction as he draws my nipple into his mouth and sucks.
He lavishes attention on my other breast before releasing the puckered bud and pushing me onto my back. He makes quick work of my pants, my underwear. I kick off my boots. His pants come off next, and his cock springs into my eager hand, hot and thick and ready for me. He only allows one stroke, one squeeze of my hand, before he nudges me away and his lips are suddenly trailing over every inch of my body. Sucking and tasting and teasing until he finally kisses his way between my legs.
“Have you missed me?” His voice is low, with just a hint of mocking.
“Mmmm.” That soft, pleading noise is all I’m capable of making.
“What did you miss the most?”
Oh my God. He’s decided to torture me.
“Everything,” I mumble.
“Did you miss my mouth?”
He brushes his lips over the inside of my thigh, and I shiver in anticipation.
“Answer me.” Cross lifts his head, a wicked smile on his face.
“Yes,” I choke out. “I missed your mouth.”
“What else?” He kisses dangerously close to where I crave him the most. “How about my tongue? Did you miss that?”
When I nod wordlessly, he licks a hot stripe along my inner thigh, and my hips eagerly jump off the bed. Chuckling, he turns his cheek and starts kissing my other thigh.
The teasing is unbearable. My heart is pounding so loudly, it drowns out everything else, even Cross’s rough voice and the sexy words he’s whispering.
When his tongue finds my aching core, he groans, “Yes,” and damned if I don’t hearthat.
I thread my fingers through his hair and keep him there before he can try to escape. His answering laughter vibrates through my entire body.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere,” he promises before proceeding to lick me into sheer oblivion.
Every stroke of his tongue brings me closer and closer to the edge, and I’m a mindless pile of need and desperation by the time he climbs up and pushes his cock inside me. We both groan with abandon. Cross hikes my leg up to his hip, driving deeper, fucking me hard enough to rob me of breath. I didn’t come here for this, but I’m not complaining—
Who am I kidding? Of course I came here for this.
I missed him.
