Page 45 of Unruly

“Hmm?”

From between her legs, he looked up at her. His tongue teased at her inner thigh, while his fingertips ghosted along her sex.

“Did I tell you that I didn’t get my shot two weeks ago?”

Cross stilled, and his eyes darted away before jumping back to her. “The birth control, you mean?”

“Yeah, that one.”

“No, you didn’t fill me in,” he said, drawing the words out slowly. “Is that so?”

“Yep.”

“Why didn’t you tell me before this? I mean, I knew you were. I just expected you to let me know for sure.”

Catherine shrugged. “Busy, I guess?”

“Busy, right.”

A happy rumble colored his words.

Catherine grinned.

The cat got the canary.

“Anyway,” she said with an innocent smile and a bat of her lashes, “just thought you might want to know that.”

His fingertips dug into her inner thighs.

Catherine sighed, pleased.

“And how long before this break is over for the holidays and you head back to work?” he asked.

She pretended to think about it for a few seconds just to draw his pain out longer.

“Maybe a week into January, Cross.”

“Oh, that is plenty of time.”

“Is it?” she dared to ask.

“It is for me.”

That was all he said before his head was buried between her thighs. The air that rushed out of Catherine’s mouth came like a hard hiss. Shock and pleasure curled through her bloodstream at the same time, taking her under the blissful current. With every stroke of his tongue, and push of his fingers into her sex, she edged a little closer to the orgasm she had been waiting for all damn morning.

Cross’s hummed approval vibrated between her legs, and sent tugs of bliss pulling from her nerve endings. One of her hands tangled into his hair, while the other kept her steady holding onto the counter. She rocked into the talented, arrogant tongue of her husband.

He always ate her like a mad man finding his last meal. Deep strokes of his tongue, his mouth covering her sex while he sucked, and his teeth nipping against the most sensitive parts of her body. It drove her damn near insane.

Every time.

Never failed.

Almost, almost …

“Make me fucking come,” she breathed.

And then it was there.