Celestia is Falling (A Croft & Croft Romance Adventure Book 1)

by Morgan Kelley

  “Emma.”

  She teased Greyson by locking her legs around his hips, trapping him tightly against her.

  When she whispered in his ear, his entire body quaked with the knowledge of what was to come. He could feel the tension building in him as he worked his lips across her body. It wasn’t easy to keep this morning’s lovemaking slow and silky instead of crazed like he was feeling. Greyson was a drowning man, struggling to keep afloat in the pleasure.

  “Emma,” he whispered against her mouth.

  The muscles in his back rippled, and Emma could tell he was fighting the need to just dive in and take. It gave her a rush and the overwhelming desire to drive him to the edge. She pushed off the bed and rolled with Croft until she was sitting above him. Emma pulled her mouth from his, staring down into his eyes. They had gone from gray to molten silver.

  “I’m trying to be gentle,” he hissed, as she ground herself against his erection.

  “I want to make love to you this morning,” she answered, pausing only long enough to give him a sexy little smile. Then she went right back to the torment, nipping and tasting his skin with her lips.

  Greyson groaned in pleasure as she shackled his wrists with her fingers. While she held him to the bed, Emma teased anything her lips could reach.

  “I love tasting you, Grey,” she purred into his ear. “I could spend all day with you beneath me.”

  Her words were making him shake as the visual was now etched into his mind. He’d let her perch over him all day--any day.

  Emma tugged on his earlobe with her teeth, pulling on it and dragging another moan from his mouth. The feel of him tightening between her legs was maddening and only made her want to take more. Emma released his wrists, and slid her nails down his chest, teasing him with the mix of pleasure and pain. At the junction of their bodies, she found him agonizingly hard. Taking him into her hand, she slowly stroked him. Staring down into Croft’s face, Emma could see him standing on the edge between desperation and desire.

  “Honey, you’re driving me crazy.” At that moment, he would have done anything she asked, just to have her finish the teasing and put him out of his sexual torment.

  Emma kissed him hard and with an explosion of passion. When he was getting lost in the slide of tongues, she slid him into her body with one quick motion, impaling herself on his entire length.

  “Christ!” was ripped from his lips as Emma began the silky movement of her body over his. “Emma, my God,” he rasped, fighting not to erupt right then and there.

  His hands went to her hips as she was slowly riding him, trying to draw out both of their pleasures. She would rise up, and he would pull her down to cover him, making the slow, seductive pace that she was setting harder and harder to maintain.

  Emma’s body bowed as she braced her hands on Greyson’s thighs. The overwhelming need to break apart had grabbed hold of her, refusing to let go.

  “Come for me.”

  “Oh God, Grey!” escaped her mouth, as her body quaked. She didn’t even have a second to enjoy the free fall, before Croft reversed their positions. Before she knew it, he was rolling with her and taking her back into the storm.

  “Again, Emma,” he demanded, as his breath was labored, his body taut, and his arms were braced alongside Emma’s face, against her shoulders. As he drove into her, like a man fighting for his life, she was trapped and couldn’t move. Gone were all his previous inhibitions and worries about gentle. Emma cut all his control to pieces, and now, he was a man fighting to survive the delicious torment. He took the slow silky lovemaking to a new frenzied level, his eyes never leaving hers.

  “Grey, please,” she begged, digging her nails into his shoulders. The intense pleasure threatened to shove her off the edge again.

  Croft ignored her pleading. Gone was all sanity as this uncontrollable force took over, demanding he repeatedly find everything he wanted in her body.

  “Emma, God, I need you,” he muttered, as more little ripples of lust led him closer to the edge.

  “Grey!” She shouted his name as she tumbled.

  He barely registered what she had said, as he threw himself into the abyss right behind her. Croft enjoyed the tumble through the lavender scented peace.

  When both had slowly caught their breath, and their heartbeats had slowed to normal, Emma broke the silence. “Grey?”

  “Hmmm?” he mumbled into her hair, enjoying the tiny aftershocks of their lovemaking.

  “You’re getting heavy.”

  Before she could push at his shoulder, he rolled them over again, so that she was splayed across his body.

  “Better, honey?”

  “Yes, thank you,” she whispered, as she rubbed her face against his cheek, taking in the strength and warmth. “I have to say that’s not a bad way to wake up.”

  She was answered with a gruff laugh. “Yeah, but now I don’t want to get out of bed,” he answered, leaving kisses across her forehead.

  “Me either,” she answered, running her fingers thought his chest hair. “I could stay here all day like this.”

  God, what he wouldn’t give to be able to take the day off and give her that exact wish.

  Emma thought about it. “When this is all over, and we go away, can we stay in bed an entire twenty four hours?” She stared down into his eyes. “I mean literally, the whole day. Order a pizza, eat, sleep, and have so much sex we walk funny for a week?”

  He laughed at the visual. “Deal.”

  It was impossible to not be in love with him. The little crinkles by his eyes were ridiculously sexy. “We need to get up and start our day.”

  “What time is it?”

  “It’s six, and we have to shower and eat at some point before we head out.”

  Greyson opened his eyes and stared up into Emma’s face. “You know that you’re pretty bossy in the morning?”

  Emma snorted and rolled off Croft and the bed. “Yeah, well you make up for it the rest of the day, Grey.”

  “I’ll get there when I get there. I just had some sexy vixen have her way with me. I’m still stuck in the afterglow.”

  She ran her fingers through her hair to detangle it, and glanced over her shoulder at him. “Fine, you stay in bed all day, I’ll go catch me a murderer. I’m sure I can get a deputy or another FBI agent to help me.” She watched the sparks ignite in his eyes as she teased him.

  Okay, maybe it was insanity to poke the tiger, but it gave her great satisfaction and warmth to know he’d always care and want her that way. Emma didn’t make it three feet before she heard the bed creak.

  “A deputy or agent, huh?” he hissed in her ear before picking her up in his arms to carry her towards the bathroom.

  “Now, Grey! Don’t do anything rash! I was only trying to motivate you to get out of bed!” She looked into his determined face. Panic filled her as he threw back the shower curtain and dumped her into the tub. When he reached for the cold water, she knew she was screwed.

  There’s no way he’d do it!

  He wouldn’t!

  He’d teach his little vixen a big lesson.

  “Greyson!” she screeched, as the cold water flooded out of the showerhead onto her body. “That’s damn COLD!”

  He was well aware. Leaning against the wall, he enjoyed the sight of a wet, pissed off woman. Emma was sputtering and cursing at him, and it warmed his soul.

  Emma struggled to adjust the water temperature.

  One eyebrow was arched and the corners of his mouth curled up in a purely satisfied male grin. “Cold enough for you, honey? Did that get you ready to go? I know a cold shower always gets my blood going in the morning. I bet you don’t need to even meditate now.”

  Emma stood in the warming water with a murderous glare on her face and hair dripping into her eyes. “You’ll pay for that, Greyson Croft. You won’t know when or where, but you’ll pay.”

  He gave a shrug and stepped into the steaming water. “Want me to wash your back for you?” he asked, as he l
eaned down to nip at her ear with his teeth. “Or should I get a deputy or some other FBI agent to take care of it?”

  Ignoring his comment, she focused on his hands as they began to soap up her body. When his fingers slid into her copper curls and foamed them up, Emma was in complete heaven. “Mmmmm, that feels nice. Thank you.” It was pure pleasure to have him wash her back and hair.

  “You’re lucky there isn’t more time this morning, Emma. We could have our own little lavender scented adventure in the shower.” He placed kisses on her neck and rubbed his body against hers.

  Emma couldn’t miss that he was already erect again. “Maybe later this evening we can discuss all the possibilities.”

  “I could spend all day in here with you all soapy.”

  “Are you kidding? Bathrooms are deathtraps. Don’t you know that?” Emma laughed, as she stepped under the water to rinse off the soap. When she was done, she stepped out of the shower and began to dry herself off. She listened to Croft whistling behind the curtain. Having him with her was nothing short of perfection.

  Suddenly, the mischievous glint of revenge popped into her head and she grinned evilly. “Love muffin?”

  “Yeah, sweet stuff?” he replied from the steamy confines of shower.

  “Are you still up for some watery fun? I think I’m in the mood to hear you scream my name,” she purred, seductively.

  His entire body went hard at the implications of how hot that would be. “Absolutely,” he replied, contemplating a second round of sex with the most amazing woman in the world.

  “Scream for me, Grey,” Emma replied, reaching over to flush the toilet and turn on the sink at the same time. It caused the shower to flood with icy cold water. Emma got what she wanted. He definitely did what she asked. Running from the bathroom, she couldn’t help but feel supremely justified in his torture.

  “Emma!” he yelled.

  “Payback’s a bitch, babe.”

  There were a string of curses, and Emma dropped to the bed in a fit of hysterical laughter.

  God, she was so much in love.

  After both were dressed and sitting at the breakfast table enjoying their coffee, Emma’s phone rang. Croft answered it on the third ring, ignoring her protests. As far as he was concerned, she was his girl. There were no boundaries between them--including their phones.

  “Hello?”

  “Agent Croft?” There was confusion in the man’s voice as to why Emma wasn’t answering herself.

  “Morning, Deputy Reese. What’s up?” Greyson enjoyed the pause that ensued and the look of warning on Emma’s face.

  “Is she okay?” he asked suddenly.

  “She’s sitting right here having her coffee. What do you need?” It seemed to still perplex the man, and he was entertained by that.

  “I was calling to tell Emma that her search warrant just came through, and to see how many deputies she needed this morning.”

  “That’s really thoughtful of you,” he responded, smiling at Emma. “I think the sheriff, myself, Agent Briggs, and two other deputies should be sufficient. Emma doesn’t care which two.”

  She crossed her arms before giving him a look.

  “Okay, I’ll get everything ready,” he offered. “Are you sure she’s doing fine?”

  Even though Greyson knew that there was nothing going on between Emma and Reese, it still burned a hole in his gut just thinking about it. “She was fine when we woke up. In fact, she was terrific during sex. So, over all, I’d say she’s in excellent shape. You can stop worrying. I’m taking care of all of her needs.” Croft fought to keep a straight face as he paid her back for the bathroom incident.

  Emma starred in horror.

  This couldn’t be happening.

  There was absolute silence on the other end.

  “Did Agent Briggs report in this morning yet?” He continued, as if everything was normal, and he didn't just bring up their sex life.

  “No, not yet.” Reese tried to ignore the comment and keep his cool.

  “Anything else, Deputy?” he asked, sipping his coffee as he watched her over the rim of his cup.

  “No, Agent. We’ll be ready when you get here.”

  Croft hung up the phone and stared at Emma as if challenging her to say anything.

  Finally, she was able to put together a sentence. “Are you out of your damn mind?”

  He contemplated it. “No, I’m pretty sure I’m relatively sane. I passed quite a few tests for the FBI and military.”

  Again, she simply stared. “What was that all about, Greyson?”

  “Your warrant is in,” he answered, placing his cup down on the table. He could see the fires burning in her eyes. She fascinated him on every level, and he couldn’t image his life without her. The fiery redhead did it for him, completely.

  “I got the part about my warrant. I believe you’re aware of what I was referring to, Grey. What was that little display with Reese?”

  “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He pretended to be guiltless, knowing it added fuel to her fire. God, his blood surged when she was all stirred up like this.

  “I’m referring to that little pissing match that I had the privilege to overhear. What the hell were you thinking?” She could feel the anger brewing in her gut. The fact that Croft was calmly drinking his coffee and looking at her as he tried to play innocent wasn’t helping her remain in control.

  “He asked if you were here and all right, and I told him you were well. I don’t see the problem.” Croft stood and began sliding his arms into his shoulder harness. “How should I have answered him? You are with me at this moment, and you appear to be perfectly fine. Right?”

  “He’s like a brother to me. You essentially just told a man I consider my family that we had sex this morning. You don’t see how wrong that is?”

  “So? I’m sure he knows we weren’t up early baking cookies together.”

  Emma had enough. She took his phone off the table and scrolled through his contacts. If she had to prove a point, she’d do it. She didn't mind him answering her phone, but the sex comment needed retribution and obviously a visual aid for him to get it.

  “What are you doing?” he asked suspiciously. When she didn't reply, he lifted a brow. Emma was taking a page from his book and flipping through his phone.

  He was curious.

  “Nothing,” she replied, hitting dial. Emma waited until the sleepy voice came over the phone.

  “You need something, Grey?” Dante asked.

  “Actually, it’s Emma.”

  He went alert. “Is my brother okay? Has something happened to him?”

  She smiled at Croft. “It’s funny you should ask that, Dante. He’s very good in bed. I just wanted you to know the sex was amazing today.”

  It took him a minute to register the comment. “Uh, okay. I guess I’m glad to hear that.”

  “Have a good day.” She hung up the phone and stared at him. “See what I mean?”

  Greyson began laughing. He couldn’t believe she just called his brother before seven in the morning. If there was ever a doubt, she washed the last one away. “If you think that embarrassed me, then you’re very wrong, honey.”

  She stared at him, unsure how that didn't drive him completely bat shit insane.

  “I’m his big brother. He’s going to be impressed, not shocked,” he stated in absolute certainty. “In fact, his first message is going to ask personal questions. You just opened up a whole new can of squiggly brother worms, and I’ll let you deal with the fallout.”

  His phone chimed as if on cue.

  “That should be Dante right about now,” he said, heading into the kitchen to pour more coffee for himself. “Feel free to field his inquiries.”

  Emma picked up the phone and read the message and shook her head. “Damn it,” she muttered.

  “I told you so,” he replied laughing. If anything, he knew his brother.

  Croft redialed his partner again, and still he
wasn’t answering his phone. Maybe he was being over protective of Briggs, but he needed to check on him.

  “Stop worrying,” she said, as they parked in front of the cabin. “Maybe he’s in the shower.”

  “Well the car is still here.”

  “Come on, we’ll go check on him and then head to the office. I’m sure he’s fine."

  When they walked into the cabin, Emma and Croft heard the shower running and immediately relaxed. Emma pointed out the cell phone sitting on the table.

  “See? He’s just in the shower.” She put her hand on his arm. “Go tell him we’re here so he doesn’t come strolling out naked and embarrass himself. I’ll wait here.”

  “Good idea.” Croft headed to the bathroom calling out Briggs’s name. He knocked loudly on the door. “Hey, Curtis…”

  His next comments were blocked out by a scream and a few curses. Quickly, he flung open the door to make sure the man was okay.

  Emma whipped her gun out of the holster and ran into the bathroom only to see Croft with his back turned, and Briggs in the shower looking embarrassed. “What the hell is going on?” asked Emma, as she put the gun away. She glared at Croft who was trying to keep from laughing, and then to Briggs who was bright red. “Curtis, please tell me that wasn’t you who screamed like that.”

  Croft moved past Emma to get to the kitchen. “Yeah, Curtis, that was one hell of a girly scream.”

  “Um...no, it wasn’t me who screamed.”

  At that moment, Emma realized Briggs wasn’t alone. Around the corner of the shower curtain, Lila’s head appeared.

  “Hi, Sheriff, ma’am.”

  Emma didn’t even know what to say. She glanced from Briggs to Lila. Shaking her head, she escaped toward the kitchen. Croft was leaning against the counter looking amused. As hard as Emma tried, she couldn’t keep the laughter suppressed. It was part of the tension and part of the hilarity of it all.

  “Babe, we have to get out of here. We can’t stand here waiting for them to get out of there,” she said jerking a thumb at the doorway.

  “Good idea, honey, I’ll leave a note,” he said, snickering. “I’ll bust his ass in the privacy of your office when he arrives. You can terrorize Lila.”