Does he really want me to say it?She clamped her mouth shut and outright refused.
“Give her money. Keg is low, prospects are busy. Was sending her out.”
Her mouth fell open. That was the last thing she’d expected to hear, and he could’ve been lying but… Cross lifted his hand, showing folded bills then tossed the money on his dresser.
“I thought…”
“What did you think?”
Not this again.
“Cross.” She sighed.
“What did you think?”
She rolled her eyes. “A woman in your bedroom? It’s pretty obvious what would happen.”
He inched closer, smirking. “You’rein my bedroom.”
She gasped, and immediately blurted. “To use the bathroom.”
“You did that, and you’re stillin my bedroom.”
Fuck! I am.She folded her arms, but he was standing so close she brushed up against his chest. When he closed the gap between them, she was forced to drop her arms to her sides.
She lifted her chin. “You hate me, remember?”
The corner of his mouth curled. Was that confirmation or denial? He leaned closer, and she froze. His breath washed over her cheek, and his tone sent heat through her blood. “You ever hate fuck before?”
She assumed it was a version of make-up sex. That she’d done. Probably some of the best sex she’d ever had.
“Never.” There was only a fraction of space separating them.
“You want to.” His tone was taunting.
It wasn’t a question, but she had an answer.Yes!
Am I really going to do this?
Cross skimmed the back of his hand over her stomach. Her nipples beaded, and goosebumps spread across her flesh.
Hell yeah, I am.
Addison spread her hands on his chest, and suddenly his mouth was on hers, his tongue spearing between her lips. It was like going zero to a hundred.
They were only a few feet from the bed, but that wasn’t where he was leading her. The room wasn’t huge, but it was decent sized and had a large open space between the furniture.
He broke from the kiss, guiding her down to the couch. Addison scooted back, only to have Cross grasp her ankles and yank her toward him. Her back flattened against the couch and he dropped to his knees on the floor, sliding his hands up her thighs and under her skirt. This was all moving so fast.But I’m not complaining.He looped his fingers through her panties and pulled them down her legs, flinging them onto his bed. She expected him to get up, but Cross grabbed her thighs, pulled her legs apart, and dove face first into her pussy.Oh God!Addison gasped and jerked her hips. She wasn’t trying to stop him but hadn’t expected this. His tongue swirled over her clit in a feathering tease. She slowly sunk into the cushion, closing her eyes and resting her head back.
Addison scraped her nails down the couch, swiveling her hips in rhythm with his mouth. It had been a long time since she’d been with a man and even longer since one had gone down on her. She hadn’t missed this part as much as sex. Most of her partners couldn’t get it right, and she’d been forced to fake an orgasm just to end it.
That wasn’t going to be a problem with Cross.God, this man and his mouth.He knew exactly what he was doing. She was on the brink of an orgasm, and her breath labored. Her moan echoed through the room and just as she was about to come, he pulled away.What the…She blinked her eyes open, trying to level her breathing.
“Flip over.”
She slowly sat up as he stood, unbuckling his jeans. Addison turned over, grasping her hands on the back of the couch with her knees pressing into the cushion. She was completely exposed with her skirt wrapped around her waist. His knuckles dragged over the back of her thighs and she moaned softly.
“I like this view.” His deep graveled tone had her blood on fire.
