Page 82 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

Fuck, Cross hadn’t even spoken to Catherine since that night at the beach, but those warning flags kept on coming.

Seemed it didn’t matter what warnings he got …

Catherine leaned against the front door of Cross’s penthouse. A black Dolce & Gabbana dress, leather jacket, and matching black heels. She was like heaven gracing his eyes. A sexy little smile lit up her pretty face as his gaze connected with hers. He closed the distance between them, not even feeling a little bit wary over her presence.

He probably should have.

He’d been warned, after all.

Whatever.

“Catty,” he murmured.

“Hey.”

“This is a surprise. Your phone doesn’t work, or what?”

She shrugged. “I was in the neighborhood.”

“Oh?”

“Not really. I just … got bored.”

“Bored,” he echoed.

“Maybe I figured some things out.”

“Like what?”

“Like I took a few days to be alone, think some things through, and here I am.”

“Here you are,” Cross countered with a grin. “My mother says hello.”

“I miss Emma. It’s been a long time since I’ve spoken to her.” Catherine leaned up on tiptoes in her black heels and pressed a quick kiss to his mouth. “You don’t mind that I’m here?”

“Don’t leave before I wake up this time.”

“You going to make me breakfast?”

“I’ll eat you for breakfast.”

Catherine winked. “Deal.”

“Mmm,” Catherine moaned. “Fuck, yeah.”

Cross’s nose nuzzled behind her ear, and then his teeth nipped into the lobe. She could smell him all around her. His body, his sheets, and God, all of him. She could taste him on her tongue. Man, sex, salt, and lust.

“Had enough yet?” he asked in her ear.

There was a huskiness in his words. A sexy drawl to his tone dipping it lower.

“No,” Catherine said in a breathless laugh. “Never.”

Cross was tucked into her back while she laid on her side. He’d hooked her leg over his thigh as he fucked her from behind. His one hand caged her wrists in above her head, while his other toyed with her clit.

Jesus Christ, she was almost numb.

So full, so fucked, and so blissed.