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She gripped his shoulders and would’ve mounted him right there if he hadn’t unlocked the door.
Cross had no interest in giving a wayward MC brother a show. He was a possessive bastard and he wanted Dana all for himself. They staggered inside his room. Cross remembered to open the lights and kick the door shut. Then he returned his attention to his woman.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he told her.
“So are you,” she said with a smile.
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“Come here,” Cross ordered with a growl.
Dana couldn’t tear her gaze from the animalistic need in his eyes and wondered if her own face betrayed her emotions. She went to him willingly and remained still while he ripped her clothes off her. An unknown thrill crept down her spine. Finally, she stood before him, only in her underwear. Despite only wearing a cotton bra and panties, Cross’s eyes lit up.
“Bed,” he said.
At the same time, he reached around her, easily unclasping her bra. He hooked his fingers in her panties and a whimper escaped her lips when he easily tore off the fabric.
Damn, but she loved how savage he was and they hadn’t even gotten to the good part. She crawled into bed and watched as he took off his leather jacket, shirt, boots, pants, and boxers. Her mouth went dry at the sight of him, muscular, naked, and covered in tattoos.This man, this biker could be yours if you want, whispered a voice in her head.
Could a man like Cross even be tamed by any woman? She wondered and ceased thinking the moment he crawled on top of her and restrained her wrists above her head.
Her nipples tightened as he slanted her mouth against her. She kissed him fiercely back, aware of the moisture gathered between her thighs. Dana was so wet, so ready for him, but it seemed Cross wanted to do a little more foreplay. She had never met a more patient man.
Cross left burning kisses on her pulse point, on her throat. He even paid attention to the hollow of her collarbones, then her breasts. The moment Cross closed his teeth over her left nipple, Dana was a goner.
A moan spilled out of her as he sucked and nipped, leaving identical bite marks on her nipples. Seeing Cross leave his mark on them filled her with strange satisfaction.
He loosened his hold on her arms, then proceeded to make his way down to her pussy. Dana willingly opened her legs for him. Cross buried his face in her cunt, tracing her lips with his tongue. He paid the most attention to her clit. He nipped and sucked until Dana came. Cross watched her blushing face while he licked her cream like a predatory cat.
“Fuck me, Cross.” Dana could hardly believe those shameless words slipped from her lips.
“That’s the plan, sweetheart,” he said.
Cross straddled her again, lifting her legs above his shoulders. He pushed two fingers inside her, smiling when he showed Dana how wet they were.
Dana didn’t know what made her lean forward and lick at his digits. Cross chuckled softly. “You’re a constant surprise, Dana,” he said.
“Enough talking,” she said. “I’m clean. Had myself tested a week ago.”
“So am I,” he said.
She didn’t know why trust came easily when it came to Cross. Then again, this man had saved her and her father from a fate worst than death.
No, Dana didn’t want to think about their harrowing escape or Panther right now. The only thing that mattered was her and Cross, and this moment.
Cross entered her, slow and careful. Dana felt every inch of him. She groaned as he finally buried himself to the hilt. Then he began pushing in and out of her, finding a rhythm which suited them both. Dana gripped his biceps so hard, she left nail marks on his skin but he didn’t seem to mind. Soon enough, Cross reduced them both to sweaty animals.
She met him for every thrust, loving how well their bodies fit together. Cross quickened the pace. He fucked her like he owned her and Dana didn’t find that thought frightening at all.
Cross switched the angle of his thrusts, and found her sweet spot. Dana arched her back, whimpering as he aimed for that area repeatedly. Pressure built inside her and at his last push, it crested over. Dana screamed out his name as the room fell away from her line of sight. A wonderful haze filled her mind as she came, panting.
Cross pumped in and out of her a few more times, before letting out a growl and filling her with his seed. He pulled out of her and collapsed next to her. Then to her surprise, Cross nestled his body next to her. He wrapped his arms and legs protectively around her, as if terrified she would escape.
Cross didn’t know Dana didn’t want to be anywhere else but here, in the circle of his arms, pressed up against his muscled and hard body. She recognized the signs, although she had very little experience when it came to romance. Dana had read this in books, seen movies. So, this is what it was like, falling hard and fast for a man she hardly knew. No, that wasn’t completely right. Dana knew enough.
Most folks probably took one look at Cross and decided he and his MC brothers were no different from Panther and the rest of the Crows. They would be wrong.
Cross was honorable and thoughtful, but he could also be savage when the situation called for it. She could feel Cross’s warm breath against the back of her neck. He pushed her hair aside to plant a kiss there. The kiss turned to a bite and Dana shivered, recalling how she liked seeing his souvenirs on her skin.
