Page 169 of Crew
He smiled back. "Yeah."
This was what I wanted. Him. Me. Alone. I just purely wanted him.
I wanted to let go of the armor I had to wear all the time. I could with him, and I was at that moment. I was merely a girl being held in the arms of the boy she was already in love with.
He'd been watching me and ran his hand down my hair again before moving to the side of my face. His thumb rested over my cheek. "I want you. God." He groaned, his lips coming to mine again. "I want you."
I whispered back, "Then have me, because I want you too."
His eyes blazed, burning into mine, dark and fierce and powerful, and he leaned down again. His lips touched mine as his hand slid inside my jeans.
My head fell back. Pleasure and ache surged inside of me. "Shit, Cross."
"Hmmm?" His lips moved down my throat. He touched right where my artery was, where the blood was pumping, and began to suckle there.
I felt his hand on my stomach, and he slid it upward, moving my shirt as he went. I stretched out, savoring this feeling as he explored my body, pulling my shirt up and off of me. I wore a sports bra, and that came off too. As soon as it did, his mouth was on me. He was kissing, licking, tasting. He was savoring me.
Every inch of me was in a frenzy. He added to it, making it richer, stronger, making it rise all over me until I was quivering in his arms.
"Cross." I grabbed for his shirt. I wanted it off. Now. Desperately.
Taking the end, I pulled it up and Cross pulled back, helping toss it off of him. He paused, right there, settled firmly between my legs, his jeans unbuckled, and his shirt off. I could see him in the street light. It cast a perfect glimmer through his curtains, just enough where I could see all the shadows over him. Rising up, I began to kiss him. I kissed his chest, moving down, lingering, exploring him the way he had done to me.
I made him shake, quiver, groan.
And when I couldn't wait any longer, when the throbbing was so strong that I swear he could feel it, my hands went to his jeans.
"Bren?"
I looked up. "Yes."
That was all he needed.
He pushed me back down, my head to his pillow, and he lay over me, his entire firm body molding to every inch of me.
I raised my leg and he caught it, curling it around his waist. One movement, and I was helpless to him. He held me in place as he continued to suck on my throat. His finger slipped inside, a second soon joining, and I couldn't do a thing except bite my lip. I was gone. I was beyond reality, lost in this ride.
In and out.
His fingers kept going.
"Cross," I moaned.
I found his mouth, and his lips pressed over mine. His fingers plunged in again. A gentle pressure from his lips, and then he cursed under his breath. His fingers came out of me, but he made quick work of pulling my other leg around his waist. I locked them around him, and he undid his zipper. He leaned over, opening his drawer, and I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper.
He paused, holding himself above me, lined up at my entrance. "You sure?"
I opened my eyes and saw him hovering an inch from me. "Get the fuck inside me."
His eyes darkened, and he pushed inside. Sliding to the hilt.
I gasped. Finally.
