The Scotch Series: The Complete Series (Scotch #1-3) - Penelope Sky Page 0,133

That you weren’t gonna notice?”

He shrugged. “Possibly thought I wouldn’t notice for a day or two. And he assumed he would be off the radar so I couldn’t find him again. Ironically, I was never planning on going after him. I’m a man who finds information, and it didn’t take long for me to find out about you. Stupid mistake on his part.” His hand returned to the back of my hair, and he massaged my scalp with his fingertips. “But I think I came out ahead in the deal. You’re worth more than four million dollars.”

It was a sweet thing to say in a very twisted way.

He turned my face in his direction and leaned in to kiss me. It was full of affection and kindness rather than possession. That was how he always kissed me, with gentleness. “Ready for dinner?”

It took a second for me to answer the question because that kiss was still heavy in my mind. “Yeah…” I leaned in farther and kissed him again, wanting more of that affection he lavished me with. Letting me call my brother was a compassionate thing to do, especially since my intentions were anything but innocent. I felt a twinge of guilt for what I had done, especially since Joseph was moving forward with a plan I never agreed to.

Crewe kissed me back with the same passion, his hand gliding up my neck until his thumb rested just behind my ear. “You wanna skip dinner?”

“No, I’m starving. But let’s postpone it.”

He smiled against my mouth. “Sounds good to me.”

I crawled on my hands and knees on the bed and looked at him over my shoulder.

He moved on top of me and pressed his chest to my back, his skin warm and his physique powerful. His lips moved down my neck until they found my mouth. He kissed me hard as he rubbed his cock between my ass cheeks.

My pussy was soaked, and I was eager for him to be inside me. I loved his kisses and his caresses, but the foreplay had gone on long enough. I didn’t need much to get my engine revving, not when it came to Crewe.

He grabbed my shoulder, rolled me to my back, and moved between my legs. His hands pinned mine to the mattress on either side of my head, and his hips separated my knees.

I’d assumed he wanted my ass in his face, but he quickly changed the dynamic.

He read the question in my eyes. “I love watching you come.” He wrapped my legs around his hips and made my ankles lock together. His body returned to mine, and he slid his cock inside me without opposition, my channel slick and wet, but also tight.

“Oh god…” My hands reached out to his chest for support the second I felt him stretch me. I saw stars in my eyes, and my breathing quickened instantly. I squeezed my thighs around his hips, and my nails dug into him slightly.

He rocked into me slowly, his eyes on me the entire time. “I’ve never seen anything so beautiful in my life.” His mocha colored eyes were darker in the dimly lit bedroom, but the passion was burning brighter than ever before. He looked like a king as he held himself with ease on top of me, the beads of sweat starting at his temples.

“Crewe…” The confession went straight to my heart. He wasn’t the same man that I met when I first came into his captivity. He was coarse and sarcastic, empty and rude. He never had anything even somewhat pleasant to say, and now all those walls of malcontent had disappeared. He made sure no one ever laid a hand on me, and he never hurt me himself. I was the only woman in his bed because he wanted me to be the only one. I’d accomplished the impossible and knew it was an impressive feat. But in that instant, I didn’t care about my success. I cared about the moment I shared with him, the feeling of our bodies moving together in perfect harmony. I loved every inch of him, and there was never a time I felt more connected to him than when we were fucking.

Or making love.

My arms circled his neck, and I pulled his lips to mine for a kiss. My tits rubbed against his muscular chest, feeling the light amount of curly hair brush against my soft skin. I could feel his sweat, the strength of his body.

His tongue