I’m feral for him.
He thrusts into me. Fast, deep, relentless. With our lips fused inthe hottest kiss I’ve ever experienced, I rock up to meet each deliberate plunge of his hips. This angle is divine, his body rubbing my swollen clit, putting pressure on it with each downstroke. The pleasure gathers, building in my core, tingling in my fingertips, my toes, but I fight it, wanting to prolong the sensations for as long as I possibly can.
As I try to stave off my climax, my teeth clamp down on Cross’s lower lip, nearly drawing blood.
His voice echoes through my head.“Let go, Dove. Come for me.”
I shatter, gasping for air as waves of bliss pulse through my body.
“Fuck. I’m coming,” he groans out loud, and there is no sexier sight than watching Cross Redden chase his pleasure. Shuddering as he finds his own release, pressed deep inside me.
We’re both breathing hard as we recover. He rolls onto his back and pulls me on top of his warm, trembling body, his arms wrapped tightly around me, his lips against my shoulder.
“I’ll never get enough,” he says.
I know exactly how he feels. I’m consumed by his presence, by his voice, by the way he laughs. And I constantly feel like I’m losing control when I’m with him. This connection between us is too powerful. Too dangerous.
Nobody should want someone as much as I want Cross.
We have sex again.
And then we have sex again.
It’s funny, because it’s only been a few weeks since the last time—and before that, we went most of our lives never having sex—but now that we’ve seen each other naked, it’s like a sexual dam has been broken.
After the third time, he collapses on his back and groans. “Holy fuck.”
I prop myself on my elbow and peer at him, grinning at the sheen of sweat on his perfect chest and abs. God, he’s sexy.
My satisfied smile fades when my watch comm beeps. I’d set an alarm to alert me when it was almost time to go.
Shit. I’m due to meet Gray in thirty minutes, and Cross and I haven’t talked aboutanything.
As Cross lies there catching his breath, I collect my clothing and start getting dressed.
“So that’s it?” he says in amusement. “We’re done here?”
“We’re done withthat,” I reply. “It’s time to talk.”
“You’re probably right. I had to lose three tails to get here tonight. I don’t know when we’ll be able to talk in person again.”
“What tails?” I ask suspiciously.
Cross snorts under his breath. “Travis thinks I haven’t noticed he has me under surveillance, but I’m not a fucking amateur.”
“You’re being watched?” Wariness creeps through me. “What if you were followed here?”
“ ‘Baby,’ ” he mimics, “do you honestly think someone followed me tonight? I don’t know if I should be offended by that.”
“How did you lose them?”
“Does it matter as long as the job got done?”
I swallow a moan. “God, why did that turn me on so much?”
He grins at me. “We’re not fucking again. You wanted to talk.”
I walk to the small mirror over the dresser and smooth out my hair, which is rumpled from Cross running his fingers through it. He hops off the bed and pulls his underwear on, tugging the black fabric over his taut ass before reaching for his pants.
