Page 90 of Always: A Legacy Novel

“So good.”

“Yeah, babe, I can hear that.” Cross’s lips grazed lower, but his hands stayed high. “We can st—”

Catherine’s legs tightened around Cross’s body. “Don’t you dare.”

Cross’s laugh came from somewhere deeper, making it sound lovely to Catherine’s ears. “What do you want, Catherine?”

“To keep feeling good.”

“All right. Question.”

“What?”

“Has anyone ever made you come before?”

“No. I don’t think they knew how.”

Cross made a noise under his breath that Catherine couldn’t decipher. “That’s a damn shame, but I don’t mind being the first. Have you ever come at all?”

That time, Catherine didn’t answer with words, she only nodded. She knew how to get herself off, sure, but she wasn’t about to explain it. He grinned at her response.

“Good, then you know what’s going to happen, but this’ll be better because it’s someone else doing it.”

“A bit cocky, aren’t you?”

“Why do I have to keep explaining to people that it’s arrogance? It’s not the same thing.”

“It’s literally a synonym of cockiness, Cross.”

“Cocky people boast. Arrogant people don’t have to.”

“Do you really want to argue about this with me right now?”

“Do you want me to keep going here or not?”

“Fine, you’re arrogant. You’re so fucking arrogant it’s disgusting, Cross.”

“And don’t forget it.”

“Now, what are you planning on doing?” she asked.

Cross flashed his white teeth in a smile. “I’m going to get these pants off you, pull your panties down, put your legs over my shoulders, and eat you until you scream. And it’s going to feel great.”

Catherine’s cheeks heated. “Never done that.”

“We don’t have—”

“I think we do,” she interrupted quickly, surprised at how high her voice sounded.

She really thought they should because it sounded wonderful. She also kind of wanted to put his arrogance to the test.

Cross chuckled as he unsnapped the button on her skinny jeans, and tugged the zipper down. “You good?”

“I promise to tell you if I’m not.”

“You better.”

Catherine lifted up from the bed as Cross pulled her jeans down her legs. She couldn’t help but shiver when he kissed the insides of her knees as the pants hit the floor. She was almost surprised at the shocks that seemed to jump across her skin when Cross’s fingers curled into the sides of her pink lace panties. Except she wasn’t—it was Cross, after all, and there was just something about him that made Catherine react. If not her heart, then her mind, and if not her mind, then her body.