Page 44 of Unruly

He loved his girls.

He loved them like this.

Cross settled his worries for the moment.

There was little else he could do.

Parents fell in two categories where their marriage and sex life was concerned. They either learned to get creative and make time, or they dried up like an old well.

Given how busy their life was, Catherine had been terrified her and Cross would fall into the latter category after Cece’s birth. Clearly, the two of them were a lucky pair.

That, and they liked sex.

A lot.

Catherine’s fingers curved around the edge of the kitchen counter, while her body arched into the delicious sensation of Cross’s lips teasing at the column of her throat. Lower, she thought she heard herself say. Lower, lower, lower.

It was hard to tell.

They also learned to be quiet.

Cece wasn’t exactly a light sleeper, but still. She also tended to sleep in their damn bed, or she would just make her way there come morning.

Whether or not Catherine actually said the words didn’t seem to make much of a difference to her husband. He knew what she wanted. He always knew what she needed. He was the musician between the two of them, after all. She didn’t mind being another one of his instruments to play.

Especially not when he played her right.

Dark eyes flicked up to meet hers. His tongue traced a circle around her navel. He bared his teeth like the goddamn tease he was when he grinned.

Catherine let out a breath through her nose while she abused her lower lip with her teeth. What else could she do? At this point, it was Cross’s game. She was collateral damage.

It would still be all kinds of fun.

“Here?” he asked.

“You know damn well—”

Lower he went, kissing a spot over her pubic bone. “Here, babe?”

“Cross.”

Goddamn, she sounded whiney.

Well, she was.

Very.

Cross’s husky chuckles washed over her senses like a tidal wave of lust and want. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, and planned on continuing for as long as he could. Catherine had two problems with that.

One, they didn’t have time.

Soon, little feet would be pattering down the stairs.

Two, she didn’t have the patience.

Catherine knew exactly what would get Cross moving and out of his little teasing kick. She had been holding the info in her back pocket for a couple of weeks while they dealt with getting their home ready for Christmas.

“Cross?”