Page 172 of Unruly

“It is when it gets me what I want,” she argued.

“You got what you wanted.”

Catherine smiled.

She had.

“Don’t act like this didn’t scare the shit out of you, too,” she said.

Cross smirked. “Oh, no, it did. I’m not interested in doing a repeat, trust that.”

“No doubt.”

“But right now, Catty, I got better things on my mind.”

“Oh?”

“Are you going to tell me no again?”

Catherine released a shaky breath as Cross’s mouth ghosted over hers. “Nope.”

“No?”

“Definitely not,” she promised.

Cross didn’t seem to need more words from her. He lifted her higher, his hands left her waist to dip under the water, and she lowered down on his length in the next breath.

So slow.

Painfully slow.

Beautifully slow.

She wanted to feel every inch of his cock filling her up. She wanted him to feel every inch of it, too. Nothing quite compared to that first thrust—how her body stretched open for him, and took his cock in. Nothing compared to how that felt.

Cross’s hands found her cheeks, and he dragged her closer for another kiss. A burning kiss. A deeper kiss. One that burrowed into her body, and reached her very soul. She had needed that kiss from the moment he walked back through the door.

She always needed it.

Catherine thought now that making herself wait for his kiss had been the better idea. It was sweeter. It made her nerves snap with the same anticipation that coiled deep in her gut. The same sensation that had her heart beating faster, and her pussy clenching with heat and need.

She wondered what it felt like for Cross in that moment.

Was it the same as her? Reckless, selfish, and desperate?

Did it ache in his chest? Did his fingers hurt with the need to touch and hold? Was he restless, and broken, and wanting like her?

She thought he was just like her when they were like this. He had to be. He loved her a little too much for it not to be like that for him.

Usually, their fucking was fast and hard. She liked it just fine that way. She liked when he owned her with his hands and body. She liked when he held her down, left marks behind, and demanded more than she thought was possible to give.

She liked it.

This was not like that.

Soft. Unhurried. Sweet.

She needed this, too.