Her fingers shook as she unbuttoned his shirt, and a gasp escaped his mouth when her lips moved to kiss his jaw and then his neck. With a rough growl, he moved his hands under her knees and hoisted her up. She let out a surprised laugh and planted a kiss on his cheek as he walked them back to the couch.
“My bed’s over—”
“I know,” he said, nipping at her lips. “Too far.” He had to have her now. Oh, he’d have her in bed too, and every room and surface of this place. But his priority was to take her, mark her as his. If he didn’t smell her need for him, he would have taken it much slower.
He lay her down on the couch, shucking off his shirt while she unbuttoned the front of her blouse. “God, you’re gorgeous.” His hands immediately cupped her generous breasts, covered only in a red lace and silk bra. The nipples were already poking through the fabric, and so he bent his head to suck one into his mouth through the silk.
“Cross!” Her hands dug into his shoulders and her body arched forward.
His tongue teased her nipple, while his hand found its twin. Fingers dipped into the cup and rolled the bud, torturing it with his attention. Her hips thrust up at him, and her arousal was like a thick cloud, driving his desire and making his cock strain painfully against his jeans.
With a quick motion, he pulled down her bra to display her naked breasts and puffy pink nipples. Pushing her down on the couch, he crawled over her, letting the bulge under his jeans brush against her in a torturous motion. When he looked down at her, her arms went up to cover her naked torso, but he pulled them away and pinned her wrists down on the couch with a soft growl. Why she was so self-conscious of her body, he didn’t know; she was all deep dips and gently rounded curves and smooth skin—a magnificent package in one woman—the only woman, he would ever want from now on. He dipped his head, letting his tongue trace a path between her breasts, and grazing lower—
A loud buzzer sound made them both stop. Looking up at her, he saw her expression freeze, her mouth parted. “I should …” She sat up on her elbows.
He muttered under his breath, but got up from the couch and onto his feet. As she frantically pulled her bra up and scrambled for her blouse, he put his shirt on and hastily buttoned it up. With a deep, calming breath, he tucked his shirt in as he managed to calm down his raging cock. “Are you expecting anyone?” he asked.
She worried at her lip as she smoothed her hair back. “Um, my dad sometimes comes for a visit.”
“Your dad?”
Her fingers brushed away at some lint on her top. “Yeah. We, uh, only have each other, see, so we’re close, and he … kinda owns this place.”
He glanced around. “Do you want me to … to leave? Or maybe wait in the bedroom?”
She laughed as she strode toward the door. “What? No! We’re not teenagers. We don’t have to hide.” Her steps faltered. “I mean … if you don’t want him to see you—”
“No!” he said a little too quickly. “It’s fine. I mean, you’re right. We’re adults.” While he wasn’t ready to meet Sabrina’s father, there was no avoiding it now.
Her face brightened. “That’s—” She startled when the buzzing started again, this time more insistent. “My dad’s the best, you’ll see.”
Somehow, he doubted Sabrina’s father would be happy to find her alone at night with a man in her apartment, but as she said, they were both consenting adults.
“Dad!” Sabrina greeted brightly as she opened the door. “I wasn’t expecting you.”
“I called to let you know I was dropping by, but you weren’t answering, sweetheart.” The white-haired man who entered the apartment was impeccably dressed in a tailored black tuxedo. “I just came from the Masterson gala—oh.” Brown eyes narrowed when they landed on Cross. “You’re not alone.”
Cross tamped down his wolf’s displeasure at the presence of another male near their Sabrina.
“Uh, Dad, this is Cross Jonasson,” she introduced quickly, before he could ponder on his wolf’s possessiveness. “Cross, this is my father, Jonathan Strohen.”
“Good evening, sir.” He tried to make his tone as deferential as possible, if only for Sabrina’s sake.
A white brow quirked up as he glanced at Sabrina. “Cross, is it? Are you my daughter’s friend?”
“Uh—”
“Daaad.” She rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth quirked up. “Cross and I are, uh, dating.” A blush spread over her cheeks as she looked up at him shyly.
There was a fierce pride that swelled in him at the way she didn’t back down or try to hide who he was, even from her father. He smiled back at her and placed his hand on her lower back.
“Oh, really, now? And how come this is the first time I’ve heard about it?”
“We’ve only had a few dates, sir,” Cross explained.
“And now?”
“Dad!”
Cross cleared his throat. “I would like to keep seeing your daughter. If she would like to see more of me,” he said, with an emphasis on the she part.
“Of course I would,” she added.
Jonathan harrumphed. “In that case, you wouldn’t mind if I got to know you better?”
Before Sabrina could protest, he answered, “Not at all, sir.” His fingers gently pressed on her back.
“Good. Let’s all have dinner tomorrow, shall we? My club, say, around seven-thirty? Sabrina will know where it is.”
“I look forward to it.”
“Excellent. It’s getting late. Why don’t you see me downstairs, Cross? I
