Page 201 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“How long have we waited for this?”

“Too long,” she replied.

Cross dropped his hands, leaned forward, and caught her mouth with his own. The kiss, so soft and gentle, still lit her up like fireworks. His scent, his taste, and just him.

Her whisper teased along his lips. “Forever is waiting.”

“Catherine, don’t you know? My forever has always been with you.”

A shadow darkened Catherine’s view of the sun, and she glowered up at the form taking away her rays. He was too gorgeous for her to stay mad at with his tan skin, already sun kissed from being out in the sun with her for days, and his body on display.

“Cross, you’re ruining my tan.”

“You’re already tan,” he replied.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

“And where is your top, Catherine?”

She glanced down at her bare breasts. “I don’t want tan lines. It’s our private beach for the next two weeks.”

Instead of spending their honeymoon in cold New York, they were spending it in warm Sicily.

Cross looked over his shoulder with narrowed eyes. “You’re going to make me catch a damn charge out here if someone wanders too far, Catty.”

Her laughter lit up the beach. “Shut up and get down here with me.”

He did, dropping the basket to the blanket as he went. He pulled her into a sitting position, climbed in behind her, and she fitted her back against his chest while using his knees to rest her arms.

Cross kissed the back of her neck. “You were up before me. That’s not normal.”

She shrugged. “Still jetlagged a bit.”

“I could make you sleep. Exhaust you a little.”

“You do that anyway,” she said.

He kissed her cheek, and nipped her ear. “It’s quiet here. I’m not used to this much silence.”

“I like it.”

“Me, too.”

Their wedding had been so loud. All day. All night. Loud.

A non-stop party. They danced, only to be interrupted and handed over to more guests. Their gifts had almost reached the ceiling. The bill for the open bar was a number Catherine didn’t even want to think about. The two hour, traditional Catholic ceremony had been almost enough to make her fall asleep on the altar, but coming out of that church married had been worth it.

Cross’s teeth teased along Catherine’s pulse on her neck.

“Cross Nazio—”

“I mean, if we’re going to be naked on a beach, let’s do fun things while naked on a beach,” he muttered, lapping at her skin.

Pleasure danced along her skin as his hand slipped between her thighs and beneath the thong bikini bottoms she wore. Talented fingertips circled over her clit, making her shake and hum.

“I can’t fucking get enough of you,” he told her.

“Ever?”