Page 114 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“You think?” Catherine smirked. “Not sure there is after what Andino said.”

“There could be. Your mother, for starters.”

“I’m not sure—”

“Hey,” Cross said, pushing up to rest on his knees, “you have time. None of this needs to be decided right now.”

Catherine smiled. “No?”

“No.”

She bent down and dug under the bed before pulling out a single shoebox. She flipped open the top and dumped a whole boxful of cash on to the bed.

“I’m down to one shoebox, though. I mean, I learned how to hide the money or make it … clean. So, that’s a good thing, right?”

Cross shook his head as he flicked a hand through the cash, and sent it flying over the bed and floor. “What would you do if this place got broken into?”

Catherine shrugged. “Start over?”

“Oh, my God.”

What else could he say?

“Well, I don’t know!”

Laughing, Cross snagged Catherine’s wrist in his hand and pulled her onto the bed with him so that they were both on their knees and facing one another. He held her face in his palms as she closed the distance between them. Her kiss quickly burned from sweet to hot in an instant. Her teeth nipped into his lower lip as her soft hands pushed beneath his boxer-briefs. Cross was more than happy to push the underwear down the rest of the way, and shuffle out of them, all the while Catherine kept jerking him off.

All it took was a few tight, firm strokes of her hands down his shaft, and his cock was hard. Still, she didn’t break their kiss. Every brush of their lips was familiar. Every touch. Every breath. Everything.

Somehow, though, it never felt old.

It didn’t get tiring.

Cross couldn’t possibly imagine a time when he would get sick of this woman, or of having her, teasing her, and feeling her. If he could spend the rest of his life holed up with nothing else but Catherine Marcello, he would be a happy man.

Catherine pulled Cross down into the messy bed with her. He heard her shit hit the floor and, felt the coldness of the cash sliding along his legs as he resituated himself between Catherine’s wide open thighs. He couldn’t get her panties down her legs fast enough. He didn’t even consider his pants on the floor—the condom in the back pocket. He just … didn’t.

His mind was elsewhere. Stuck firmly on the beautiful woman beneath him, and how her body molded into his. How her back curved into a perfect arch as he kissed a path from her neck, to her navel, and then back up again.

She let out a sharp breath when he bit her collarbones hard enough to leave teeth marks behind. Her fingernails dug into his backside when he tangled his fists into her hair, and pulled her in for another bruising kiss.

“Won’t you fuck me?”

Her words skipped over his skin like the sweetest whisper.

A cool breeze in a hot month.

Raindrops in the desert.

Love to his life.

Catherine’s hand tightened around the base of his cock as she fitted him to her sex. Already, he could feel how hot she was. Wetness met the head of his dick as she slid his dick up and down her slit, smearing her juices and watching him with wicked eyes.

All of her was that way, he thought.

Wicked.

Sinful.