Page 59 of For Crosby

“There’s no way I can be gentle right now,” he said, his lips inches from mine.

“Thank God,” I breathed.

He reached for my wrists and wrapped his massive hand around them, pinning my arms above my head. He kissed his way down my body with slow, torturous, open-mouthed kisses that left tremors in their wake and set my body abuzz.

This was going to be so much better than I imagined.

“Don’t move them,” he said as his hands left my wrists, drifted down my arms, and slipped around to my back. He unsnapped the clasp on my bra and pulled the straps up my arms, twisting them around my wrists to keep me bound. He gazed down at me for a long time. I wasn’t easily embarrassed, but his slow appraisal had goosebumps popping up all over my skin. “How’s it feel to be the one tied up?”

“Are you gonna set me free?”

His lips slipped into a slow cocky smirk. “Not right now I’m not.”

Tingles spread out to parts of my body I didn’t realize were erogenous zones.

“I don’t even know where to start,” he said, his eyes moving over me again.

“I didn’t take you for someone who lacked experience in this department.”

His brows shot up, amusement playing behind his eyes. “Oh, I’ve got experience. I just don’t know what to do first to let your body know it belongs to me tonight.”

I swallowed down my fervor.

“Fuck it.” He reached down and tore my panties down my legs. He didn’t waste time appreciating my naked body spread out before him. He grabbed for his jeans and snatched a condom from his wallet. He rolled it on and within seconds he’d found my entrance. He promised rough, but he moved the tip over my swollen skin gently. “You’re already so wet.”

My eyes pinched tight, appreciating the feel of him but anticipating his size.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this.”

I opened my eyes. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“No, you’re not,” he assured me, pushing inside with one hard thrust.

My back arched off the sofa. His rhythm started slow but each thrust became faster and harder. I needed to be closer. I needed to feel him. I slipped my bound wrists over his head. But that wasn’t enough. I needed him deeper. I wrapped my ankles behind his ass as he continued his pursuit. I’d had sex before, but never had a guy hit that spot. The one that made you cross-eyed when he grazed it. Crosby knew where it was. And each time he reared back and thrust in, he hit it. Each time sending zingers ricocheting through my body.

My eyes squeezed shut as I relished in the feel of him. The strength of his body pinning me beneath him. The solidity of him stretching me wide. Gah. I felt him everywhere.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck, assaulting me with sloppy open-mouthed kisses. He may have been in shape from hockey, but his ragged breaths told me this moment was giving him a much-needed release.

My insides began to twist and coil. “Oh, God.”

“You there?” he asked, his thrusts getting harder and deeper.

“Yesssss.” Everything between my thighs tightened, and a suppressed ball of energy exploded down to my toes. My entire body hummed.

With a few more determined grunts and thrusts, Crosby followed me over the edge, releasing a long deep groan into my neck.

I tightened my grasp on him and relished in the feel of him in my arms.

Eventually, he lowered himself down on top of me. We both lay there, our deep breaths mirroring each other’s. We said nothing, enjoying the after tremors and silence that surrounded us.

After some time, Crosby lifted his head and rested his chin on my chest. “If you told me it would be that good, there’s no way I would’ve pissed you off so much.”

“I think because you pissed me off it was that good.”

He scoffed. “Well, then. I think you look fat.”

I laughed, but my laughter was silenced by the softness of his lips and the slow glide of his tongue as he kissed me. He was saying what neither us wanted to say. What we were too stubborn to say. This thing between us could be real.

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