Page 122 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“You’re going to take over for your dad, right?”

“That’s the plan.”

“You don’t sound sure,” she murmured.

“I’m sure,” Cross replied, “but I was never really set on it until I didn’t have much of a choice. Doesn’t matter, anyway.”

“Why not?”

“Because right now, none of that is important.”

Cross quickly rolled over onto Catherine, and forced her back to the blanket. He kissed her mouth once, twice, and then a third time, lingering longer. She didn’t mind at all, although …

“The captain is like twenty feet away in his—”

“Very distracted at the moment,” Cross promised, kissing her throat. “Getting ready to take us into port at Cancun.”

“Oh?”

Catherine swallowed hard when his fingers skimmed beneath the bottoms of her bikini.

“Very distracted, babe.”

“Jesus.”

His fingers skimmed her sex, circled her clit, and stroked her nerves awake. All she could do was tilt her head back and sigh. His talented fingers did the rest, working between fucking her pussy and toying with her clit. He continued that teasing until she was a shaking mess, gasping out his name.

Cross kissed her lax lips as the first orgasm starting fading. “There you are, my girl.”

“You’re bad.”

“It’s a gift.”

Catherine met his gaze, and smiled. “Happy birthday, Cross.”

“I never even said—”

“I always remember it,” she promised. “Even when you don’t want to.”

“You’re too good to me.”

Wrong.

He was perfect.

She was … something else entirely.

“What do you want for your birthday?” she asked. “If you could have anything in the world, Cross, what would it be?”

“You,” he said without hesitating.

Catherine stilled beneath him. “Just me?”

“Just you, with me, always. The way we’re meant to be, babe. That’s what I would want. You home with me. How we belong. Where you belong.”

“Oh.”

“Nothing else ever mattered very much to me, Catherine.”