Page 210 of Always: A Legacy Novel

Her back hit the bed in a blink. She had so many damn questions to ask him. Where had he been, what took so long, and why in the hell didn’t she get more calls? She didn’t ask any of those things because he was distracting her with something far better.

Stripping her of clothes, and pulling off his own.

Naked and heavy between her thighs, his mouth at her throat.

Teeth, and lips, and tongue.

Biting, kissing, licking.

Down her stomach, nipping at the barbell in her naval, and then lower. Again and again and again, tunneling and fucking her with his fingers and his tongue until she was begging for something else she loved from him.

“Fuck me, fuck me,” Catherine whispered, pulling him up her shaking body.

His wet lips—tasting of her and sin—pressed hard kisses along the seam of her mouth as he spread her thighs wider and fitted himself between her thighs. God, she loved the feel of him, pulsing and hard, and almost there.

Cross thrust in, filling her instantly.

Catherine was in heaven, so blissed.

High from something else, and dazed by him.

It was a perfectly dangerous combination.

He fucked her hard, and deep. Faster when she begged, rougher when she yanked him down for another kiss that tasted like her sex.

Dark eyes watched her.

A sinful mouth promised love.

Hands drove her crazy.

She didn’t even feel the orgasm until it was already there.

“Again,” Cross breathed into her mouth. “Come for me again, Catherine. Fucking give it to me; it’s mine, and I want it.”

He pulled out, and put her on her knees. His hand pushed at her back until she was buried into blankets and pillows, and he could take her from behind. Two smacks to her ass likely left red prints behind, but all Catherine could do was sigh.

Here.

Home.

Him.

Them.

That was what she needed.

He could fuck her even harder when she was on her knees, and he pinned her arms at her lower back with one of his hands. His other hand snaked around her thighs and between her legs. His fingers worked her, while his cock fucked her.

Deep thrusts.

Rough circles.

She shook and came again.

“Shit, yeah,” he mumbled. “So damn tight, God.”

“Come on,” she said, her voice airless. “Fucking come, Cross.”