Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79932 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Cross,” she moaned my name, and it sounded like fucking heaven to my ears. “I need you."
"Yeah, you fucking do," I said, doing my best not to crumble at those words. Her body absolutely needed me right now. Her heart? That was still to be decided.
I dragged my hard cock through her slick pussy, watching her shiver at the tease.
“Slow or hard?” I asked, wanting her to be in control.
“Hard,” she answered instantly, spreading her thighs wider, hooking her ankles around my back.
I squeezed her hips, dragging her to the edge of the desk, lining my cock up with her entrance, holding her there as I savored the taste of her kiss.
“Cross.” She wiggled her hips, needy as she tried to get me inside her.
“I missed you,” I groaned against her mouth. “I missed you so fucking much.”
She kissed me harder, whimpering as we punished each other with anticipation.
“I need you,” she said again. “Cross, I need you so badly.”
I flicked my tongue in her mouth, curling it against the roof the way I knew she liked while I slid home inside her.
She gasped, throwing her head back at the connection.
I pulled out and did it again.
And again.
I gripped her hips, holding onto her as I pounded into her, each stroke harder and faster than the next.
“God,” she moaned, her nails digging into my back. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her words matched the pace I fucked her with, and I pulled back enough to look down between us at where we crashed together.
“Fucking perfect,” I growled, watching as I speared my cock into her pussy over and over again. “You see that?” I groaned, watching her look between us. “See how good you take me? See what you do to me?” I slowed down, dragging out the pleasure building between us both before speeding up again.
“Cross,” she sighed my name. “I’m—”
I instantly pulled out, not wanting this moment to be over so soon, wanting to edge her, to make it so intense for her she’d never forget it.
Aspen whimpered as I moved back, tugging her off the desk before spinning her and bending her over it.
“So damn beautiful,” I said, smoothing my hand over her back as I lined myself up with her again.
I thrust into her from behind, reaching around her hip and dipping my hand between her thighs.
“Ohmigod,” she groaned as I rubbed her clit while pumping into her. “Cross, that feels so good.”
Primal pride swarmed my chest, and I pumped into her harder, faster, working her back up until she was breathless, until she gripped the desk and pushed back into me every time I sank into her.
My muscles clenched as she drenched my cock, her walls fluttering around me as her pleasure rippled along her body.
“Cross,” she moaned as she came, clenching around me so good I lost myself and came with her.
I draped myself over her back, breathing heavily as we crashed down.
But I so wasn’t fucking done yet.
Gently, I pulled out, turning her around to face me. Her eyes were wide and lust-hazed, but hope shaped her features as I pulled her toward the couch.
“We’re just getting started,” I said through ragged breaths.
CHAPTER 21
Aspen
Iawoke suddenly, the events of the night before crashing over me as I realized where I was.
Crossland’s chest was my pillow, and the leather couch in his office in the club he owned worked as a bed.
I had no idea what time it was, and now that I wasn't lust-starved and needy, I cringed.
Seeing Crossland last night had flipped some internal switch inside me, reducing me to the baser instincts of need, wanting to use our bodies to work things out instead of our words.
But that's not how life worked, and even though I was laying against him now, I didn't know where we stood.
Had last night simply been triggered by a sense of territory claiming because some other guy hit on me? Had it been our last time together as some sort of closure? Breakup sex?
I didn't know.
And I chided myself for not even bothering to ask before I had fallen into him.
Sex had always been easy between us. Mind-blowing and electric, but easy.
Words were harder.
But I couldn't hide behind the struggle anymore.
I shifted against him hard enough to wake him up.
His eyes blinked open, and he stretched beneath me, an easy smile shaping his lips.
“What the hell are we doing?” I blurted out the words, unable to soften them.
Crossland blinked a few more times and then sat up, dragging me with him.
“Bangor, Maine,” he said.
I furrowed my brow. “What?”
“I hear it's the best small town in America, and it also happens to be where I own my second NHL franchise.”
Shock radiated through me.
“I love you, Aspen,” he said. “If you hadn't shown up last night, I would’ve been at your door this morning. These past two weeks have taught me how much I need you in my life. It's been agony not waking up with you, not laughing and joking with you, not exploring the city with you, not being able to touch you anytime I want. And I know I handled that night poorly. I know I was venting and in my head, worried about how this would affect me and my sister's image. I shouldn't have reacted that way. I'll work on it. I'll—"