Page 83 of Unruly

Cross’s grin turned sinful. “It’s only a tease when you don’t get what you want in the end.”

“I don’t think that’s how it works.”

“I said so, Catty.”

And he wondered where their daughter got it from, honestly.

“So what exactly do you plan on giving me this morning, then?” Catherine asked, sitting straight up in his lap.

He turned her so that her back was resting against his chest. Strong hands grabbed tight to her thighs, and his hips lifted, grinding into her ass. The length of his erection dug into her backside, making Catherine shiver.

“Exactly what you feel, babe.”

“Mmm, that does sound nice.”

“Nice?”

Offense colored his tone.

“Try again,” he ordered in her ear.

“Crazy. Hot. Perfect. Sexy. Fantastic.”

“And …” he drawled, trailing off.

“Oh, my God. You are terrible.”

“Come on, indulge me, Catty. You know I like it when you indulge me a little.”

“You just want me to beg, Cross.”

“Entirely.”

He wasn’t even ashamed.

Frankly, neither was Catherine.

She liked it, too.

Cross’s hand drifted up from her thigh, between her opened robe, and along the column of her throat. A ghost of a touch—barely there at all. Yet, she swore those were the kinds of touches she felt the most when it came to him. Those were the touches that left her shivering all over.

When his palm flattened to her throat, and his lips were back at her ear making his sinful promises again, Catherine sighed.

“Come on, babe. Say it for me.”

“Please.”

His fingers tightened around her throat. “Again.”

“Please, Cross.” She squirmed in his hold, making sure to grind her ass along his hard shaft. “Please. Don’t you want to fuck me, Cross? Don’t you?”

“Catherine, that’s not—”

“Don’t you want to fuck me crazy, and make me scream? Don’t you want that, Cross?”

He grumbled her name under his breath before saying louder, “I see what you’re doing, babe.”

“Cross.”