down to hover over the left side of his chest. Crosby had one of the best hearts I’d ever known. All he did for Zoe and the kids at the Alliance. Everything he’d done for Harriet. And the endless gifts he’d given me.
“I love you” was on the tip of my tongue. I knew it wouldn’t be received like the gift I wanted it to be. Crosby would see it as chains attempting to tie him down, when all I wanted was for the words to make him soar.
“You’re an incredible man.” It wasn’t what I wanted to say to him, but it’d have to do.
“Kenna.” The single word was almost guttural as if torn from him. But no words followed. Only actions. Each movement was painstakingly slow, almost reverent. From gently pulling my sweats from my body to tenderly sliding inside me.
The pace Crosby set was a love letter without words. Sentiments he might never say aloud but gave with his body. Each stroke seared those silent emotions to my flesh. My hips rose to meet him, seeking more, because with Crosby, I’d never have enough.
His thrusts picked up speed, golden muscles bowing and flexing as he moved. It was beautiful to watch. Crosby palmed one of my breasts, his fingers tracing my nipple, then teasing and toying. The action sent sparks through my nerve endings. But still, I needed more.
My legs hooked over his hips, heels digging into his ass. I needed him deeper. So deep, the imprint he left would never disappear. Crosby seemed to silently understand, changing his angle and his speed again. Suddenly, he was everywhere, each thrust reverberating in every muscle.
My back arched as I welcomed him, trying to grab hold of what it was to feel him like this. I never wanted to forget what it felt like to be wholly his. And as I came apart, I knew I never would.
I came awake slowly as if emerging from a year-long coma. I blinked at the brightly lit space. What time was it? I glanced at the clock, and my mouth fell open. Ten a.m.? I hadn’t slept that late since I was in college. But I had to admit, it felt good. My rest the past few weeks had been rocky, to say the least.
I rolled onto my back and stretched. Apparently, I’d needed the solid eleven hours. And I wasn’t going to feel guilty about it, even if there were a million and one things that needed doing. I pushed up to a sitting position, the rush of blood making me feel dizzy for a moment. Geez, I felt as if I’d been drugged.
I gave myself a moment before standing and grabbing my slippers and robe. I made a quick pit stop in the bathroom to brush my teeth and then headed for the kitchen. The heavenly scents that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Crosby moved around the space with complete ease, as if he owned every last inch of it. Gray sweatpants hung low on his hips. A plain white tee stretched across his muscled chest. I fought the urge to lick my lips.
Crosby’s gaze locked with mine as he turned. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. I was worried I would have to break your spell with some magic kiss.”
I laughed, rounding the island and wrapping my arms around him. That phantom energy that always followed Crosby swirled around us. “I haven’t slept that long in years.”
He pressed his lips to my temple. “You needed it. You’ve had a long few weeks.”
“What are you still doing here? Don’t you need to be at work?”
Crosby tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m not due back in court until tomorrow, and I’m prepared. I can take a few hours off this morning.”
I burrowed farther into his chest. “I’m not going to argue with that.” It should’ve terrified me that I relished his company so much. But I was sick of being scared all the time. I just wanted to live in the here and now. My stomach growled—loudly.
Crosby chuckled. “All that sleep got you hungry?”
“I guess so. What did you make me?”
He made a Vanna White gesture at the stove. “Bacon, eggs, and biscuits.”
It looked amazing. I wasn’t usually a huge bacon fan, but even that smelled delicious. I guessed that’s what happened when you slept half the day away. “Load me up.”
“Happy to.”
Crosby released me and dished us both up heaping plates of breakfast. We chatted about nothing