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His mouth curled into a sensual smile. “Think we have time for a proper thanks?”

I most certainly did. “If I say no, will you take it as a challenge?”

“Damn fucking right, I will.” Cross’s booted foot kicked the door shut and he twisted the lock before advancing on me and pressing his body against mine. He pushed me down on the bed. “It’s been too fucking long, Moon. I need you.”

His voice was low and dark, raw with need as he stripped me out of my clothes and tore off my panties.

“Cross, don’t tease.”

But he did, lightly brushing his fingers up and down my pussy lips, drawing a shiver out.

“But teasing you is so fun, Moon.” He applied more pressure, little by little, until I was crazed with need. Then he slipped a thick finger inside me and I arched my back and closed my eyes.

“Yes.”

“Fuck, I love how hungry you are for me.” His finger twisted and I moved closer, crying out my pleasure. “Yes.”

Cross groaned and pulled me closer, grabbing me by the waist and flipping me over on my knees. He lifted me up until I rested on all fours.

“Now that you have me here, what will you do with me?” Just the sight of him over my shoulder had me aching with desire.

“You want me to tell you how I’m going to slide my tongue inside your asshole, finger fucking you until you beg me to make you come?”

I nodded, feeling breathless as more desire leaked out of me.

“Or do you want me to tell you how much you’ll love it when I eat your pussy and finger your ass, making you come so hard your juices run all over me. Then I’m going to drink every last drop before I fuck you until you pass out.”

“I…I’m liking the sound of that.” I liked it too much but my body didn’t care. His words were like dousing a fire with kerosene and the only thing I wanted was for his words to become reality. “What are you waiting for?”

“Until you’re ready, Moon.”

“I’m ready,” I insisted.

He shook his head with a smile, looking like the bad boy next door with his dark hair and tattoos that gave him a devil-may-care air that only added to his appeal. And he had my mouth watering as he undressed. “Not yet, you’re not. Turn around.”

I did as he commanded. That deep voice so smooth and thick like honey sent a shiver straight through me. And Cross knew what he was doing, the waiting. The anticipating. It built up my expectation, it tortured me. It thrilled me.

And when his tongue finally touched me, exactly where and how he promised, I did beg him. I begged for more of his wicked tongue, more of everything. “Please,” I begged, desperate for release.

My legs collapsed when he gave me what I begged for, the pulsing vibrations of his laugh had another orgasm building quickly within me.

“Keep going. Let go, baby, he ordered as he turned me over and put his mouth on me, fulfilling every dirty word until another orgasm rushed out of me in just seconds.

“Cross,” I cried out his name when he turned me back over on my knees and slid into me from behind, his warm breath fanning down my back. His breath came out in short shallow bursts as aftershocks pulsed around him.

“Moon, fuck. Yes.” His words were raw and gritty, hitting me right where I needed them.

“Oh, fuck.” The pleasure in his voice sent warmth rushing through me, down to my cunt and soaking us where we were joined.

“Fuck!”

“Cross.” His strokes were long and deep, slow. Sensual and all-consuming. I nearly fell right then and there.

Over the edge.

Into love.

Maybe.