"Wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck."
"Saint–"
"Now look up at me."
She looks up, but I can tell that it's difficult for her to do. She's reserved, careful, conservative. She's fighting this, but even she can't deny what's brewing between us. What's been growing for weeks.
"Good girl, Sabrina. I'm going to kiss you now, because I've been wanting to for a long time, and frankly it's for your own good."
"God you're an–"
"Quiet."
I cut her off at the knees with a kiss. It starts off softly. Gently. I start exploring the inside of her mouth with soft strokes of my tongue, and she tries mirroring my moves with her tongue as well.
It feels sublime.
Learning how soft or hard she likes to be kissed. Familiarizing myself with her taste. And when she brushes her tongue across the scar on my lip, it makes my dick rise in deep appreciation. I use her hips to grind against my hard on, and I can't help it when a possessive moan rumbles deep inside of my chest from the friction.
I want her.
Badly.
But I only brought her here to pacify my father, not dry hump her by a chicken coop. She deserves better.
So I pull back.
"Saint."
Her breathing is labored and her eyes are closed as she takes a minute to calm down. When she opens them and directs her gaze on me, they're full of lust and confusion. I can see that in her mind she's running away from me already.
"Sabrina–"
"I think we should stop."
"Why?"
"For a lot of reasons."
"Were you thinking about them during that kiss? Because if you were, I'm doing something very wrong."
"The kiss was nice."
"It was."
"But it can't happen again."
"But it will," I say confidently as I slowly lower her to the ground. Making sure that she feels every hard ridge of my body as I slide her down against me. Reminding her of what she's saying no to.
"We had an agreement."
"A gentleman's agreement," I say.
"Yes."
"But I'm no gentleman."
I bend back down and help her adjust her clothes. Smoothing down her skirt and inhaling her intoxicating scent while I'm down there.
