Page 166 of Silver Elite

I open it to find Cross at the threshold.

Without a word, I let him in.

“Are you going to tell me to fuck off again?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Are you going to tell me you got me out of your system?”

I shake my head.

“Good.”

He strides forward with purpose, his tall frame towering over me as he backs me toward the small desk in the living area. He lifts me onto it while his gaze travels over me like a warm caress, gliding down my body, focusing on the way my tank top clings to my braless breasts.

His long fingers skim the waistband of my pants, dipping beneath it to tease my skin.

He gives me a questioning look.

I nod.

Neither of us speaks as I lift my hips so he can slide my pants off. He drags them down my legs, along with my underwear, and tosses them aside. He places his palms on my thighs, watching my face. Then, with his eyes on mine, he spreads my legs open.

I draw a deep breath. Waiting to see what he’ll do next.

His voice is rough as he says, “Are you still thinking about what happened?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll make you forget.”

He sinks to his knees, which brings a weak smile to my lips. “I like seeing you kneel.”

A wicked smile tugs on his lips. “This is the only context in which you’ll ever see me doing it. So enjoy it while you can.”

As I watch, he kisses a path along my inner thigh, getting closer and closer to where I need him most. When his mouth finds me, I arch my back in pleasure and tangle my fingers through his dark hair to keep him in place.

He chuckles, glancing up at me. “I’m not going anywhere, Dove. Nowhere else I want to be right now.”

Every stroke of his tongue, every brush of his lips over my sensitive flesh, succeeds in erasing the visceral pain and guilt that followed me out of that tiny room.

He’s relentless. Attentive. Thorough. As if his sole purpose in life is to make me feel good, to make me forget. And he succeeds. My entire world has been reduced to what he’s doing to me with his tongue.

He moans in approval when he brings his finger to my opening and finds me slick for him. He slips the finger inside. Gentle. A slow glide.

I bite my lip to keep from crying out in bliss.

Mesmerizing blue eyes focus on my face as his finger moves inside me. His thumb teases the sensitive spot that’s swollen and aching for him.

“I told you I wanted you to find a way to control yourself. Do you remember?”

I nod. His gaze is hypnotic.

He slips another finger inside and I whimper.

“I don’t want that right now.”

“You want me to lose control?” My voice comes out hoarse.

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