Page 72 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

It was easy with him.

Harder without.

She didn’t want to be so dependent on Cross that she couldn’t even keep herself happy, yet she knew exactly what it felt like to be without him.

Terrifying.

All at once, the rain turned from a few fat drops to a heavy sheet with another boom of thunder echoing. The only thing saving them from getting wet was the open hatch door that acted like a roof of sorts. Water fell from all around the hatch like thin walls.

“There goes that,” Catherine muttered.

“Yeah, but here goes this, babe.”

Cross’s hand snaked up from her waist to her jaw. He grabbed tight and turned her head to catch her lips in a kiss. Catherine figured he had been holding back on kissing her considering he made no attempt to be soft or sweet. He wanted to taste. She didn’t mind letting him. His tongue snaked between her parted lips to war with hers. Their familiar dance of teeth, and tongue, and lips moving in perfect sync took over, and Catherine turned in his lap.

Straddling him, Catherine felt the blanket fall from their bodies. She wasn’t really feeling the cold anymore, anyway. She didn’t feel anything except Cross’s kiss and his hands skimming over her ass. His fingers dug into the denim covering her ass as she cupped his jaw. She didn’t want him moving an inch.

Catherine wanted to stay just like that in one perfect moment where nothing else mattered except her and Cross.

She could pretend things weren’t a mess.

The world didn’t exist.

Pain was a distant memory.

Life on pause.

Right there, with him.

Catherine couldn’t even be surprised when it didn’t take long before they were shedding clothes. The rain kept falling, and their clothes piled into a corner in the hatch. All she heard was the heavy sheets of rain coming down, and their breaths as she sat naked in Cross’s lap. His hot hands roved over her cool skin as she rolled a condom down his length.

Cross kissed her mouth once more, and then his teeth found her bottom lip. One of his hands palmed her ass while his other dipped between her thighs. His fingers skimmed her pussy, stroking softly and smearing her juices with every touch. His fingers sunk in deep as her hand wrapped around his already hard cock.

Catherine stroked his dick, he fucked her with three fingers, and they kept kissing until her fucking lungs burned.

“I want you inside me right now,” she told him.

Still, he fucked her with his fingers. Cross’s dark eyes never left hers, and his grin turned wicked when his fingers curled against the right spot to make her soaked and shaking.

“Fuck,” Catherine breathed. “Come on, don’t you want to fuck me?”

“More than you know, Catty.”

“Then fuck me.”

“When you come like this, I will. Don’t you know? You get so fucking tight after you come, my girl. So tight I feel like I can’t breathe when you’re squeezing my dick. So you fucking come, and then you’ll ride my cock. Not before.”

A shiver raced over her skin.

Cross’s lips chased the sensation, kissing her jaw, down her neck, and her breasts. Her hand shuddered on stroking his cock, but only because she could feel that orgasm starting to build.

Catherine’s eyes fluttered shut as she focused on letting that cliff form so she could fall off it. She grinded her lips into his hand, riding his rhythm and getting closer by the second. Cross’s murmurs, and his lips ghosting over her neck only made it that much better.

“Come on, Catty,” he taunted darkly in her ear, “come for me. I’ll let you climb on my dick while I get these fingers deep in your ass, huh? Won’t you like that, my girl? You can ride my cock while I fill up your ass, too.”

Jesus Christ.

His mouth was something else.