Page 110 of Crossed
He slips his gloves into his coat pocket and then moves to unbutton it, taking it off entirely and laying it next to him, not caring that it’s on the dirty wood floor.
I wait, not wanting to utter another word. Terrified if I do, the spell will be broken. We both might come to our senses and remember we’re not supposed to meet like this. We’re not supposed tobe.
The thought propels me into action, because if this is our moment, I’m going to grab on to it with both hands. My palms reach out and rest on his torso, his abs tensing beneath my hands. I glide my fingers up the length of him, spreading them over his chest as I take a step closer until our bodies are centimeters from touching.
Cade stands silent and still as he looks down at me, his eyes dark and fierce. This free rein over his body is intoxicating, and I’m drunk on the feel. I wonder what changed, what made him finally give in to whatever this is between us so fully, but truthfully, I’m finding it hard to care for thewhyas long as itis.
The music continues pulsing, and I explore him more, slipping my fingers beneath the collar of his shirt, rubbing back and forth, wishing I was feeling the heat of his skin and not the fabric of his button- down.
I rise on my tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to the underside of his jaw, and his hands snake out and grip me around the waist, dragging my body flush to his. I suck in a breath at his erection pressing into me, and my fingers dig into his shoulders when his press deeply into my back.
“Do not tease me, Amaya,” he growls.
“Nobody’s teasing,” I assure, pressing another kiss to his chin and pushing myself further against him. “Ineedyou, Cade.”
He lets out a deep sigh before pushing me back slightly, letting go of my waist and grabbing my hand instead.
I look down at our tangled fingers, my brows drawing in at the simple touch and the way it makes me feel like fireworks are exploding inside my chest. He moves us across the room until we’re back by the pole, and he lets me go, sitting down in the chair and gripping my hips, maneuvering my body until I’m standing in between his open legs.
“Dance for me,” he commands.
“Did you ever come to see me at the club?” I ask. “Beyond that first time we met, I mean.”
He watches me but takes his time answering. His hands move from my hips down the outsides of my thighs, his fingers teasing the bottom of my shorts and slipping beneath the fabric, tickling my skin with his feathery touches. And then he moves them around until he’s palming the meat of my ass and pulling me down onto his lap, my legs situating themselves on either side of his hips. My pussy throbs when it feels how hard he is against me, and I have to keep from grinding down on his thick cock.
“Do you want me to say yes, petite pécheresse?” He leans in, licking along the shell of my ear. “It wouldn’t be a lie. I’ve been everywhere you are. Watching you. Aching for you.Killingfor you.” I moan when he thrusts up into me, his length dragging along the seam of my shorts, and a thrill zips through me like electricity, lighting me up from the inside out.
I’m desperate for more of his words.
More of his obsession.
More of his truth.
“Are you scared yet, mon trésor?” He presses a kiss to my neck before biting down on the flesh and sucking, marking my skin with his mouth.
“No,” I say on an exhale.
And it’s the most honest thing I’ve ever said. I know what he’s just admitted to me, have known deep down for a while, if I’m honest. And maybe I should be running away, disgusted by who he is and what he represents. But I don’t. And I’m not.
Cade makes me feel free. Makes me feelseen.
He makes me feel loved.
And I don’t care about anything else.
His right hand moves from my hip and skates up my side until he’s threading it into the hair on the back of my head— his favorite spot— and tugging until my back arches. His tongue glides from the side of my neck, and he presses kisses against my throat, and I sink into my weight, pushing my clit against him.
“Good,” he whispers against my skin. “I would never hurt you. I’m sorry I ever did.” Another sharp sting pierces me when he nips my skin, and then he leans back, his fingers flexing in my hair. “Dance for me, mon trésor.” So I do.
I rotate my hips, my eyelids fluttering when his erection glides along my sensitive nerves in just the right way, and I repeat the motion, wanting to skip the foreplay and take out his cock so it can slide deep inside me. I know he’ll make it hurtsogood.
My body rolls, my chest ghosting across his lips with every forward thrust, and I move to lift my sports bra, fingering the hem before ripping it off altogether and tossing it somewhere to the side.
His pupils dilate and then his mouth is on my breast, his tongue flicking against the nipple before he sucks,hard.
“Jesus, Cade,” I moan, my hand flying to the back of his head as I grind against his dick.
“Watch your mouth.” He groans against me, then moves to pay attention to my other side, and I’m so wet I’m sure I’m leaving a stain on his pants. But I don’t care. I need him to fuck me or I think I might die.
