Page 145 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“Not any love. Not love for love. You, Catherine. You were the only thing in life I have ever believed in, waited for, cared about, and revered like my own personal God that would grant me salvation. It has always been only you.”

He would get on his knees for this woman.

He had every bit of his faith in her.

He would pray to this woman.

He would forever love this woman.

Only ever her.

He adored her—everything about her. Her mistakes, her faults, and her imperfections had simply been things that shaped her.

Catherine would not be his Catherine without every single piece that made up who she was. Cross found that he was proud, and so happy, that she finally realized it, too.

She shoved his dress shirt down his shoulders until he tugged the article off. Her soft lips kissed a hot path over his jaw, down the column of his throat, and she just kept going lower. It was only when her knees pressed to the floor, and she was freeing his hard length from the confines of his pants that she finally spoke again.

“I was thinking I would stay the night,” she said quietly, staring up at him.

Cross stood just long enough to let her pull his pants and boxer-briefs down the rest of the way, before she shoved them aside. “I should say so. You can’t possibly think I’ll let you suck my dick and then watch you leave, Catty.”

“Well … no.”

“Goddamn right.”

“I was thinking I might stay for good, too.”

Cross wet his lips. “I like the sound of that, too. Now get my cock in your mouth before you fucking kill me.”

Catherine winked; her lips curved wickedly.

A promise, he thought.

She could promise sin without even saying a word.

Cross took a breath, then two, and suddenly he couldn’t fucking breathe at all. Not when Catherine took his cock into her mouth from the tip to the base without damn near any hesitation. She held him there, too, as her lips tightened to the base and her tongue flicked against the underside of his cock. He felt her throat constrict with every swallow, and her eyes watered as she looked up at him.

“Fucking beautiful, babe. God, you’re so beautiful.”

Her teeth teased his shaft as she started bobbing slowly on his cock. Just enough of her teeth to drag and make him feel it—a tease. His fingers tangled into her hair, and a groan of approval fought its way out of his chest as she stilled in place.

“You always know what I want, huh?” he asked.

Catherine didn’t move an inch, but stayed staring at him, and waiting. He stood from the bench again, and she moved with him. She put her hands on the bench to steady herself as he started fucking her mouth in earnest.

“There we are,” Cross murmured, his throat thick with satisfaction, “take my fucking cock, Catherine. Jesus, I love your mouth.”

He saw the way her hands dashed under the skirt of her dress after she let go of the bench. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he could fucking hear it. That was more than enough. She must have been sinking her fingers into her pussy because that familiar wet sound filled the air. It mixed in with the way his cock disappeared between her sweet lips over and over. The muscles of her throat jumped as a muffled moan vibrated around his dick.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Why are you teasing me even when you’re on your knees, huh? Don’t you know that only means I’ll fuck you harder, Catherine, when I finally get it?”

She just winked at him.

Winked.