Page 93 of Cross + Catherine: The Companion

“There are moments where you should probably still be concerned for his life, but I am told that’s normal considering I am the father of a daughter.” Cross grinned, entirely unashamed at his admittance. “And I remind him of that fact every chance I can, too.”

Catherine didn’t doubt it.

“So, I guess that means Cece is probably in classes, right?” Cross asked. “Since it’s Friday and all—I know she has classes until supper or so.”

“She didn’t mention doing anything else but classes today, so yes, I imagine that’s where she’s going to be until she comes here to be fed.”

“And Naz has his baseball practice today, so he won’t be home for a couple of hours. At least.”

Catherine heard the suggestive dip in Cross’s tone loud and clear. She gave him a look, and found he was grinning at her in that way of his.

A way that suggested sin.

Fun.

And sex.

She couldn’t deny the heat that shot through her body as Cross looked her over with a slow appreciation. Two decades of marriage, and it only took a goddamn look to get her hot and bothered with him.

His gaze lingered on her bare legs—she was still in one of his T-shirts and a pair of sleep shorts. Shivers raced up her spine as he took a step into the room, and those dark eyes of his locked on her.

“Really?” she asked. “You find me sexy doing the laundry?”

Cross shrugged. “You’re always sexy to me, babe. But also, the house is empty. When is the house ever empty anymore? If it’s not the kids, or someone here for us, then it’s someone here waiting for them.”

He was close enough to touch her now, but he didn’t.

Not yet.

“If you’re trying to imply that it has put a damper on our sex life, it hasn’t,” she pointed out. “You still get laid just as much as you used to, and it doesn’t slow us down.”

“Maybe not in the bedroom, no.”

Catherine cocked a brow. “Then what are you complaining about?”

He did reach out for then. He snagged her around the waist with one arm, and dragged her close. Kissing her without any warning at all, his tongue dipped into her mouth the second she parted her lips for him. He didn’t stop kissing her until her lips were numb, and her breaths were coming out a little short.

God, she loved this man.

Still …

After all these years.

She loved him with everything she had, and with everything she was.

Cross grasped tightly to Catherine’s jaw and tipped her head back, so he could stare her right in the eyes. Their gazes locked, and just like that, the rest of the world ceased to exist. It was just them again—them and love.

“I would never complain about you for anything,” Cross said softly.

“Ever?”

“Never.”

“Better not.”

Cross smirked. “But I wasn’t lying, either. We never fuck anywhere but the bedroom now.”

“And the shower,” she pointed out.