Page 202 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“Never, Catty. Fuck.”

He kept touching and stroking and teasing her like crazy.

She enjoyed it far too much.

“What do we do now?” she asked.

“Hmm?”

“We’re married, so what do we do now?”

“Whatever we want, babe.” Cross smirked against her shoulder. “I’d really like to get you climbing into my lap right now, but hey.”

“I can feel how much you would like me to get on your lap, thanks.”

“Makes you hot. You’re fucking soaked.”

She was. Her breaths stuttered on the inhale. She was fighting that orgasm because it would be better when it finally did ravage its way through.

“That’s not what I meant.” Catherine rocked her hips into the rhythm of Cross’s hands. “I meant, what’s the next step?”

“Whatever we want.”

“Supper on the table day after day? Kids? Church every Sunday?”

Cross nipped at her shoulder, and then kissed the same spot. “Those aren’t bad things, babe.”

“No, I know.” She sighed. “At the reception, I actually had people asking about when the first kid was coming. Just outright asking, Cross. They might as well have asked if I was going to be bent over or on top.”

“Both, preferably,” he murmured. She elbowed him, and he laughed breathlessly. “Ow, fuck, come on.”

“Well!”

“People are nosy, babe. Besides, that is what most people do. Get married. Chill out. Have kids. Grow old.”

“Not right now, though. They just assume. Can’t we be us for a while without all of that?”

“That’s exactly what we’re doing. All that other stuff is just background noise that we’re not dealing with yet.” Cross’s hand picked up speed between her thighs, and she knew he was not going to be letting her hold back that orgasm this time around. “Besides, right now, we’re too busy with each other to be worrying about all of that. It’ll come when it comes. Just like you.”

Shit, did she ever come.

Hard.

Shaking.

Breathless.

High.

So spun.

Before Catherine knew what happened, Cross had her back on the blanket, and he was climbing between her thighs with his smug smirk firmly in place. The hard ridge of his cock grinding against her core as he kissed her until she was begging for air.

“Cross, God,” Catherine breathed.

“That’s right,” he murmured, kissing down her stomach, “pray to me, babe. Kneel for me. Revere your King.”

“Your ego is out of control.”