Page 72 of The Wildcat

“Do you want to know what scared me most this week?” I ask. He wanted honesty, I guess it’s time to give it to him.

“I want to know everything, Everly.” There’s so much heartfelt emotion in his words, they strip me bare.

I look over my shoulder at this man kneeling behind me. Guess it’s now or never. “The night you told me you loved me?—”

“I already apologized for saying it then,” he cuts me off, and I straighten and turn to face him.

“Listen to me, big man. Let me finish. It wasn’t that you said it.” He quirks his lips, and I cover them with my finger. “Okay, at first, it was that you said it. But then... then it was that I realized I wasn’t scared of what you said. I was scared because I felt that way too. And I didn’t know what to do with that.”

Cross rocks back on his heels, then stands up in front of me. Towering over me.

“You’re everything I was avoiding, Cross.” I fist my hand in the front of his shirt and hold him in place, anchoring myself to him at the same time. “You’re serious. A father with a family. You wanted a relationship. A commitment. You’re an athlete and not just any athlete. You’re a professional hockey player. If someone asked me to paint a picture of the man I didn’t want to date, I would have painted you.”

“Baby, I’m not sure how much more of this my ego can take.” He runs his hand over my hair and holds my neck, locking us in place.

“But here’s the thing. None of it mattered. Not what I thought I wanted. Or assumed I needed. Not why I felt that way. None of it mattered once you walked into my life. Because suddenly, it didn’t matter what I believed. There was just you, and you didn’t play by my rules.”

“I was never playing a game.”

“I know that now...” I stare into his dark eyes for a few long beats of my heart. “I’m not sure when I figured that out, but in my heart, I think I might have always known it. You stillscare me, Cross, but I’m so damn in love with you, nothing else matters.”

“That’s good, baby. Because I wasn’t letting you go.”

Cross’s big hands move to my hips, and he drops to his knees in front of me. “Have I told you how much I like these?” His lips kiss just above the edge of the silk, and I bury my hands in his thick hair. “Any chance you can wear this outfit for me after every game?”

“If you don’t put your mouth on me soon, I may never wear them again.”

Strong hands dig into my ass, tugging me forward until I stumble into him and grab his shoulders for balance. Cross buries his face in the gusset of my panties and inhales. “You smell delicious, Everly. Are you wet for me?”

“I’m soaked, Cross. I’m dripping for you. Are you going to make good on your promise and give me your mouth?”

“You’re fucking right I am.” He boosts me up over his shoulder in my next breath and slaps my ass again. “We’re doing this right tonight.”

“Oh my God.” Cross takes the stairs two steps at a time as I hold in my excited giggle. “Pretty sure we’ve been doing it right all along. I’ve got no complaints.”

“Such a brat.” He walks into his room and drops me to his bed with a bounce, then turns back and locks his bedroom door. “I’m going to spread you out and eat you out before I make you scream for me, Everly. Then I’m going to fuck you until I’m the only god you pray to.”

Oh fuck.

He unbuttons his starched dress shirt slowly as I watch, my mouth going dry with each new inch of exposed skin.

“Cat got your tongue, baby?”

“Forgive me, father, for I have sinned, and I’m about to do it again. Hopefully over and over and over.” I press my hand undermy panties and lie there with one leg straight, my toes pointed like a good little dancer, and one knee bent. My back arches, and my fingers slide through my wet sex... Waiting.

Cross looks like he about swallows his tongue as his lips curl up into a wicked grin. “You been playing with yourself a lot lately, Evie?”

“Maybe.”

He grabs my ankles so fast my back slams against the bed while he drags me to the edge and drops to his knees. “Fuck that. I own your pussy, remember?”

Cross slides my panties down my legs, then shoves them in his pocket with that damn grin that makes me laugh before he throws my legs over his shoulders. His hands glide up my stomach, tracing my skin on their way to my breasts, which are exposed under his cropped t-shirt, before the tips of his tongue traces the seam of my sex.

Tasting. Teasing.

He adds one finger, then two.

Stroking my sex.

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