Crosby slipped his wallet from his back pocket and tugged a condom from the fold. I laughed, but it sounded a little manic. “Just like high school, right? I hope that thing didn’t expire a decade ago.”
His lips twitched. “I’m always prepared.”
“A true Boy Scout.”
“Kenna?”
“Yes?”
“How about we have less being a smartass and more touching?”
I raised a brow. “I’m great at multitasking. I’m sure I can handle both.” My hand slipped into the band of his black boxer briefs and wrapped around his shaft.
Crosby bit out a curse. “I stand corrected.”
I grinned. “I like a man who can admit when he’s wrong.” I gave him a few lazy strokes, relishing the feel of smooth skin wrapped around the hardness beneath.
“I’m wrong. So wrong, I’ll never be right. Just as long as you keep doing that.”
I chuckled. “I think we can come up with something a little better.”
Crosby’s eyes flared. In a split-second, my hand was released, and I was airborne, flying back and landing in an undignified sprawl on the mattress. “Damn straight.”
A giggle erupted out of my mouth as I bounced. I didn’t giggle. It was girlie and naïve, but I couldn’t lie and say the sound hadn’t just escaped me. I pressed my lips together to keep another from escaping.
Crosby’s lips twitched as he stared down at me. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul that under that graceful and dignified shell is a woman who giggles.” I scowled at him, and he burst out laughing.
I went to sit up, but he was on me in a flash, lips skimming over my neck and up to just below my ear. “Oh, no, you’re not running away from this.”
I fought to keep my breathing under control. “Then stop laughing and get to work.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Crosby slipped the straps of my tank top off my shoulders, the glide of his fingertips lighting a path of sensation across my skin. He pulled the fabric down, exposing my breasts to the air, then my navel. He grasped the band of my sleep shorts and panties and tugged them free. Then he froze. I had the sudden urge to squirm. “You are so damn gorgeous.”
Heat hit my cheeks. Giggling and now blushing. It was as if I were drunk on the hormones in the air. I hooked my toes in the pockets of Crosby’s jeans that sat loosely on his hips. “Off.”
He grinned. “I live to serve.” In a flash, he was bare to me. I watched in fascination as he rolled the condom over himself. I’d always thought that action to be clumsy, awkward, but Crosby somehow made it sexy. The movement was smooth, self-assured, and my lower belly clenched with want.
He stepped forward, letting his fingers trail up my inner thighs, lighting nerve endings that all seemed to culminate at my core. A single finger trailed up my center.
“Crosby.” It was part reprimand, part plea.
“You want something, Brown Eyes?” He kept stroking, teasing. He seemed to be in no hurry. Yet no touch glanced over that bundle of nerves that would take me where I wanted to go.
“Stop messing around.”
Crosby chuckled. “I could do this all night. The feel of you, so smooth on my fingers. I like playing with you.”
I let out what almost sounded like a growl and circled my legs around his waist, trying to urge him forward. He grinned, leaning over me, his lips a breath away from mine, his tip bumping against my entrance. “Are you ready to feel?”
“Yes.” The word came out before I could even think about the wisdom of it. In one long stroke, he entered me.
My eyes watered at the feeling of fullness, of experiencing something other than the numbness that seemed to have invaded every cell of my being since Harriet’s funeral. “More.” This time, my word was a plea, a demand.
Crosby began moving, slowly at first and then picking up speed. Each glide drove me just a little bit higher, had me reaching for more—the pleasure, the bite of pain, anything that told me I was alive.
My hips rose to meet his, an instinctive dance that would only be ours. A rhythm unique to our bodies and our pleasure. With the smallest shift in our angles, Crosby was suddenly deeper. I felt him everywhere. Each time he hit that spot, sparks ricocheted throughout my body.
“Get there with me, Kenna.”
My name emerged in a growl from his mouth and drove me even higher. My muscles tightened