Page 167 of Crew
Without a word, I would've followed him anywhere.
He took me around the side of his house. Hopped up on their front porch deck, onto a small bannister outside the second floor, and finally through his bedroom window. I was almost moving with him, just a step behind. I knew this route like the back of my hand, having climbed in so many nights when his parents were still up and on the main level.
Moving silently and stealthily, he crossed to shut his door, flicking the lock.
I shut the window, and then it was just the two of us.
He wasted no time. An absolute look of need on his face, his hands tangled in my hair and his mouth came to mine.
I don't know if it was the image of thirty crew against one, or knowing that everyone in my crew knew my secret now, but I felt small. I needed to be reaffirmed of him, of us, of this between us, or maybe I just didn't want to feel small anymore.
Maybe I didn't want to feel like that could've been one of us. One against thirty. That's what happened in this town and this world--we survived. Either way, he was pushing everything away inside me, replacing it with good.
"Cross," I breathed, my fingers curling around his jeans waistband.
He sucked in his breath.
I leaned my head back, and his mouth moved to my throat.
I was throbbing for him, and as he pressed into me, I raised a leg. I hooked it around him and used it to bring him more snugly against me. He moved me back, pressing me against the wall and began to move, grinding into me.
I bit back another moan.
This guy--threading my fingers through his hair, I turned my head and his lips found mine. God. This guy.
Why had it taken me so long? Cross had his joke ready, but the question plagued me. Something had blocked me, something about me. It wasn't Cross.
His hand caught the back of my neck, and he held me, his lips moving over mine, making me shiver with need. But there was a nagging voice in the back of my mind. She wasn't talking--not yet--but I felt her. She wanted to say something, but I couldn't hear it. Or I didn't want to. Maybe I was scared to. There was something in me, like I was holding myself back...
As Cross' hand swept under my shirt and moved to my breast, I stopped trying to figure it out. Whatever it had been, my eyes were open now, and holy fuck, there was no going back.
"Hmm?" Cross pulled away, his eyes finding mine.
"Nothing." I pulled him close, fusing my lips to his.
I never wanted him to be away. Ever. It felt wrong.
"This feels too good." He lifted his head.
I wanted to stop him, but I didn't.
"Yeah?" I asked, panting a bit.
He nodded, his eyes darkening. He moved in for a kiss, and I surged up against him, meeting him.
It was a long while before he lifted his head again. His eyes were glazed, his face a little red, but I could feel the real evidence straining between my legs. If I reached down, if I unzipped my jeans, pulled my underwear aside... He'd be inside me in two seconds. One push, and we'd be one.
I bit my lip, trying to remember why that was a bad idea.
We heard Jordan call from below. "Anyone know where they went?"
We stilled. He was yelling, a full roar, so the crowd was loud beneath us.
A moment later, we heard the footsteps coming up.
A pause.
More footsteps, coming to his room.
