Page 136 of Crew
Cross was taller. He was leaner. He was meaner, and goddamn, I had no idea how fucking hot he was until now, until I could indulge. Finally.
His hand slid around my neck, and he approached until our bodies were barely grazing. My hands went to his chest. I was almost panting.
"We can't--not yet," I told him. My hand slid down his chest, dipping into his waistband.
But I wanted to.
Dear God, I wanted to.
He closed his eyes, resting his forehead on mine. He cupped the sides of my face. His thumbs rubbed over my cheeks, softly, so tenderly. He breathed out, and it felt like a teasing caress.
I bit back a groan, trying to keep my hands from exploring more.
"We won't now, but we will. If you want." He lifted his head.
I saw the effort it took. Strained lines showed around his mouth, and he pressed his lips to my forehead.
I nodded. Holy hell, I would want. I would want so bad.
"One day." He dropped back down to my lips, holding there, and I couldn't stop myself.
I met his mouth with mine, and I felt like I was drowning.
I wrapped my arms around his neck. His mouth opened mine, demanding more. I gave it to him. I was willing to give him anything.
His tongue slid inside.
I met it with mine, enjoying the feel of him against me, but then he paused--one second, one brief moment--before crushing me to him. I could feel him, feel how he wanted to be inside, and he kept kissing me.
Even my fucking toes curled.
I was swept away, not thinking, only feeling.
He picked me up, and his mouth never left. His tongue slid against mine as he laid me onto the bed. My arms were wrapped around his neck, and my legs wound around his waist too. I wanted him in me, all the way in me. I began grinding against him. I wanted him to slide inside.
He kept kissing me, his hand trailing down to push under my tank top and cup my breast. His thumb rubbed over my nipple, and my head fell back. I groaned low in my throat.
This guy.
My best friend. My partner.
I had no words. There were only sensations. There was only pleasure pulsating through all of me.
He took that moment to ease up, lifting himself to the side so he curled against me. I turned my face toward his, and he leaned forward, his lips finding mine once again.
I sighed at the contact.
It felt so right, so natural, and it only made me hunger for more.
Why had I not realized?
"Why did we wait so long?"
His hand rubbed over my stomach before sliding down and slipping under my pajama shorts. He moved to kiss my throat.
"We waited because you weren't ready," he said softly.
"I was an idiot." My eyes popped open. "I said that out loud?"
