“I need to taste you,” he growled against her mouth. “Let me taste you.”
She nodded, liking the way he seemed both polite and savage at the same time. He didn’t waste any time as he moved lower, pushing her dress up to her waist. He frowned as his finger touched the edge of the one-piece swimsuit she wore under the dress. Yikes, she’d forgotten about that.
“I’ll take it off.” She fumbled for the buttons on the front of the sundress. “I—oh.” Suddenly, she couldn’t feel the spandex on her skin. Feeling around her torso, she realized that it was gone. “How—” His hands slipped under her ass, and he pulled her forward, sending her body jerking when his mouth touched her damp, naked pussy lips. “Cross!”
Her hands fisted in the sheets as he licked at her, the filthy sounds of his tongue lapping at her setting her cheeks on fire. Looking down and watching his head between her thighs sent her into the stratosphere, and she let out a scream as his tongue thrust into her. That only made him grip her ass tighter and lick at her faster. Her hips bucked up at him, trying to get as much of his tongue inside her, the need clawing at her. Pushing her hips down, he lay a hand on her to keep her still as his mouth found her clit.
“Nngghh!” It was unbearable, the pleasure that spread through her as he sucked on her nub. His fingers began to probe at her entrance, and when he thrust one inside her, she couldn’t stop the wave of the orgasm that washed over her, sending her body into convulsions. She peaked, then was tumbling over the edge. The edges of her vision seemed to brighten as she fell and finally, her hips settled on the mattress.
She opened her eyes when she fully regained the feeling in her body. To her chagrin, he was still between her legs, looking up at her with those intense blue-green eyes. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and for some reason, that gesture sent a pulse to her pussy. Maybe she should have thought this over. Despite the intense orgasm he just gave her, she still felt hot and needy.
He rolled over behind her and gathered her to his chest, then pushed her hair aside to kiss the back of her neck. “You taste so good.”
She turned around to face him and pressed her mouth to his neck, licking at the skin. He tasted so masculine and warm. Her hand moved lower, over the thin fabric of his T-shirt that barely hid the rock-hard muscles of his abs, then down to the buttons on his jeans.
“You don’t have to,” he whispered. “We can just lay here like this.”
“But I want to,” she said. “Please, let me touch you.”
With a deep sigh, he reached down and unbuttoned his fly. “I might not last … it’s been too long.”
“Too long?” The words sent hope fluttering in her chest. “You haven’t—”
“Not since I met you,” he confessed. “Sabrina!” He moaned as her hand slipped under his briefs and grasped him.
Jesus. He was so large and hard in her palm. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, holding it firmly. His hips jerked forward, and he shrugged his pants and briefs down lower. She gripped him tighter, moving her hand up and down his cock.
He let out a strangled groan that sounded like her name. A hand thrust into her hair, tangling tight in her locks as he threw his head back. His breath came in short gasps. She looked down, watching with fascination his enormous cock in her hand, the tip purple and angry. A soft cry of surprise escaped her mouth when his hand closed over hers, increasing the rhythm.
“Sabrina,” he cried out, then bit his lip as his body spasmed. His hot come spurted from the tip of his cock, painting his stomach. He gave a last shudder before his body relaxed and he closed his eyes.
He released her hand, and she let her arms fall to the sides, unsure what to do next. One eye opened, then the other until he was staring at her with a grin. “Thank you.”
“Uh, welcome?” That sounded weird, but from the blissful look on his face, it was probably the right thing to say.
He wiped his hand and stomach on his shirt, then waved his hand over them. She barely blinked when she felt something soft on her skin. Pajamas had appeared on her body; fur lined too, and he had matching bottoms. She snuggled against him, burying her face in his chest.
“We’ll make love when you’re ready,” he said, stroking her hair.
There it was again. Those words. Clearing her throat, she nodded and said, “Are you going to leave tomorrow?”
“Only for a short while.” He kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be back, I promise.”
She believed him. And she supposed that would have to be enough for now.
Chapter Seven
“Well, you’re in a good mood,” Silke said as they drove in her utility truck. She had come by around noon and invited Sabrina over to lunch at the lodge. Cross had left early in the morning, but he did wake her up with a kiss and a quick goodbye. Seeing as she would be alone anyway, she accepted Silke’s invitation.
“Hmmm?” Sabrina turned toward her. “Am I?”
Silke slid her a sly look. “Does it have anything to do with the fact that you disappeared with Cross after the barbecue?”
Warmth crept into her cheeks. “I don’t kiss and tell.”
“Oh, who said anything about kissing?” Silke laughed. “But seriously, if that smile on your face is any indication, then I’m happy for you.”
“Thank you.” She released a sigh of relief. “Silke, you and Cross … there’s nothing there, right?” The moment the question came out of her mouth, she regretted it. He told her
