Captivated by You (Crossfire#4) Read Free Page A

her legs and revealing the lacy edge of
    her stockings and a peek of her garter.
    She was wearing a red sleeveless shirt and a white skirt with strappy heels. A perfectly acceptable
    businesslike outfit that was elevated by the body inside it to understated sexiness. Electricity arced between us, the instinctive recognition that we had been made to fit together perfectly.
    “Ask me to come with you,” I said, hating the thought of her being away from me for an entire
    weekend.
    Her smile faded. “I can’t. If I’m going to start telling people we’re married, I have to start with
    Cary, and I can’t do that with you around. I don’t want him to feel like he’s on the outside of a life I’m creating with you.”
    “I don’t want to be on the outside, either.”
    She linked her fingers with mine. “Spending private time with friends doesn’t make us any less of a
    couple.”
    “I prefer to spend time with you. You’re the most interesting person I know.”
    Her eyes widened and she stared at me. Then she exploded into movement, hitching up her skirt
    and straddling me before I realized what she was doing. Cupping my face in her hands, she pressed
    her gloss-slick lips to mine and kissed me senseless.
    “Umm,” I moaned, as she pulled away breathlessly. My fingers flexed into the generous curve of
    her gorgeous ass. “Do that again.”
    “I’m so hot for you right now,” she breathed, rubbing my lips clean with her thumb.
    “I’m good with that.”
    Her husky laugh slid all around me. “I feel so awesome right now.”
    “Better than you did in the hallway?” Her joy was infectious. If I could’ve stopped time, I would
    have at that moment.
    “That’s a different kind of awesome.” Her fingertips tap-danced on my shoulders. She was …
    radiant when she was happy, and her pleasure brightened everything around her. Even me. “That was the best compliment, ace. Especially coming from the Gideon Cross. You meet fascinating people every day.”
    “And wish they’d go away so I can get back to you.”
    Her eyes glistened. “God, I love you so much it hurts.”
    My hands shook and I dug them into the backs of her thighs to hide it from her. My gaze wandered,
    trying to latch on to something that would anchor me.
    If she only knew what she did to me with those three little words.
    She hugged me. “I want you to do something for me,” she murmured.
    “Anything. Everything.”
    “Let’s have a party.”
    Seizing the opportunity to move on to other topics … “Great. I’ll set up the swing.”
    Pulling back, Eva shoved at my shoulder. “Not that kind of party, fiend.”
    I sighed. “Bummer.”
    She gave me a wicked smile. “How about I promise the swing in return for the party?”
    “Ah, now we’re talking.” I settled back, enjoying her immensely. “Tell me what you have in mind.”
    “Booze and friends, yours and mine.”
    “All right.” I considered the possibilities. “I’ll see you your booze and friends, and raise you a
    quickie in a dark corner somewhere during.”
    Her throat worked on a quick swallow and I smiled inwardly. I knew my angel well. Indulging her
    closet exhibitionism was a complete 360 turnaround for me, and though it still amazed me when I
    thought about it, I didn’t mind in the least. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for those moments when the only thing that mattered to her was being filled with my cock.
    “You drive a hard bargain,” she said.
    “Exactly my intention.”
    “Okay, then.” She licked her lips. “I’ll see you your quickie and raise you a hand job under the
    table.”
    My brows rose. “Clothed,” I countered.
    Something that sounded like a purr rumbled in the air between us. “I think you need to revisit and
    revise, Mr. Cross.”
    “I think you’ll need to work harder to convince me, Mrs. Cross.”
    She was, as always, the most invigorating negotiation of my day.
    WE separated on the twentieth floor, where she exited the elevator