Page 134 of Unruly

“This would make a good spot for a toy room, wouldn’t it?” Catherine asked as Cross moved in beside her. “Something for the kids when we have to stay here again.”

“It’s big enough for it.”

Catherine turned to get a good look at her husband. Cross wore nothing but a towel slung around his waist. He ran his fingers through the longer, damp strands at the top of his head to push them back. His dark gaze looked her over, while his lips curved into one of her favorite grins.

“Do I still tell you enough that you’re pretty amazing?” she asked.

Cross cocked a brow. “Sure, but more is always welcome.”

“It’s not like you really need your ego fed, or anything.”

“I like reminders.”

Catherine laughed, but it quickly died in her throat as Cross reached out to stroke two fingers along her cheekbone. “I love you, Cross.”

“I love you, Catherine.”

“Of course. Who the hell else are you going to love?”

He smirked in that sexy way of his.

Catherine’s insides twisted all over again. All he needed to do was look at her the right way, murmur a quick few words, or touch her, and the entire world would tilt on its axis. She wasn’t sure how to right it, either.

Not that she wanted to.

Cross was still looking at her in that way, making her hot and weak at the same time. Catherine closed the distance between them in the doorway, stood up on her tiptoes, and kissed her husband. She made sure to only linger long enough with the kiss to tease him.

The second she pulled away, Cross’s gaze narrowed.

“Cheap,” he told her.

Catherine flashed her teeth in a grin. “Oh?”

“Tease.”

“Keep it up, Cross.”

“Give me another, then.”

“Here?”

She kissed his jaw, and felt his smile grow.

“No.”

Catherine kissed lower, on his throat, and felt him swallow as her lips ghosted over his skin. “There?”

“Catty …”

“Lower?”

Cross groaned as she blinked up at him while she kissed down his chest. “You’re going to fucking kill me, babe. You know that, right? Kill me—dead.”

Her fingers wrapped around the waist of the towel as she crouched low, and kissed the spot below his navel. “You know I can see you’re hard under the towel, right?”

“Of course, I fucking am!”

“Mmhmm.”