They exchanged a glance. Neither of them wanted to dive into that mess.
“I’ll call and have the answering service take all our calls and have emergencies sent here.”
Clover nodded.
Saint shut the door.
They didn’t look away from each other.
Saint had no idea who moved first, but they came together like waves crashing against the bluffs. He tore off his coat before shoving Clover’s down his arms. They kicked their way out of their boots without ever pulling away from their kiss. The moment Saint was out of his, he swept Clover off his feet. Clover wrapped his legs around Saint’s waist. Saint had him downthe hall so fast, he didn’t remember the trip. He tossed Clover onto the bed. Under any other circumstances, Saint might have laughed at how Clover still wore one boot. The lust that stared back at him shot his ego through the roof. He quickly pulled the boot from Clover’s foot and tossed it aside.
While still holding Clover’s stare, he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Saint blindly threw it in the direction of the boot.
Clover’s gaze swept down Saint’s body. The arousal written all over his face doubled. He rolled upward and took off his shirt.
Saint damn near swallowed his tongue. Not only did he have a body only made at the gym, but a large panther tattoo also covered one side of his chest and shoulder.
“Goddamn.” Saint couldn’t stop the curse. He honestly had no expectations. Saint had barely thought about what might be under Clover’s clothes. He had been horny as fuck over Clover’s personality alone, but the guy was just… whoa. No wonder he had some guy ready to go to prison for his crazy methods of stalking him. Saint might do the same if Clover walked away, except he would be much better at it. Clover wasn’t getting away from him.
He had to know more. Saint reached for the button on Clover’s jeans. His gaze collided with Clover’s beautiful brown eyes. “You can tell me to stop. I will.”
Clover never broke eye contact. “Not only will you not hear that from me, but I’m silently begging you to hurry.”
That was all Saint needed to hear.
He changed his mind and tore his way out of his pants before going to work on Clover’s. In record time, they were nude. Just holy hell. Saint had to cover Clover’s body with his to keep from tearing into him. He had never been this turned on. Then again, he had also never felt this strongly about anyone. It was almost like they had built something before the sex and now he was a fucking goner.
Their mouths clashed. They had surpassed worrying about working together. They were hunger and need.
Clover tore his mouth away. “Damn. You feel so good on top of me.”
Saint nipped at Clover’s neck before responding. “That’s because you belong underneath me.” He paused for a moment. “Not that I wouldn’t love being beneath you too. Goddamn.” Clover fried Saint’s brain. “Tell me how you like it. I’m up for anything.” Literally.
Clover panted for air before answering. “I want you inside me.”
Fuck yeah. Saint didn’t ask questions. He dove for a condom and lube. Saint really hoped the condom was still in date. Did they go bad? It had been a damn long time. He would be damned if he started swiping right. Saint still remembered exactly how to get someone ready to be fucked. He put all his skill into that now. While licking a very sexy set of abs, Saint worked betweenClover’s thighs. He rolled the condom on before wetting his fingers. Saint went slow, circling Clover’s asshole.
“You’re killing me.” The way pre-cum leaked onto Clover’s stomach screamed that was the truth. Clover’s hips lifted as if seeking more.
Saint pushed his fingers inside and pumped. He made sure Clover was stretched and ready before curling his fingers and massaging.
Clover moaned.
The sound damn near made Saint blow. He couldn’t wait any longer. Saint held Clover’s desperate stare as he probed Clover’s wet hole. He slipped inside an inch.
Clover looked like the porn channel with the way he reacted.
Saint lost the battle. He slammed into Clover. His vision darkened. Saint had to pause there. Heaven swallowed him. If he didn’t take a breath, he would come. No way was Clover walking away from today thinking he was a two-pump chump.
Only when he was certain he had himself under control did he try again. He slipped nearly all the way from Clover’s ass. Then he thrust.
Damn near all of Clover’s body left the bed when his back bowed. He looked like he had never had so much pleasure. It wasaddicting. Clover’s every reaction fascinated him. Saint couldn’t tear his eyes away as Clover writhed beneath him. He was the sexiest thing Saint had ever seen. Clover was also making it hard as hell to hold out.
“I’ve never seen anyone more beautiful.”
Clover didn’t respond. He didn’t stop trying to take his pleasure, proving he wasn’t faking. The knowledge made him crazed. He pumped and changed angles until the sounds Clover made sounded more desperate. Saint kept the rhythm. He felt Clover tense. The guy nearly crippled him. He wasn’t going to make it. Clover felt too good. Then cum shot from Clover and his body had Saint seeing stars.
“Holy shit, Clover. You’re perfect. Do you want to get married? I’d give you everything.” Saint’s mouth simply ran without his brain. He was too close. Saint pumped faster and harder. The building pressure had him holding his breath. His entire body jerked. Inhuman sounds came from deep inside his throat. Saint gasped for air while still trying to kiss any place he could while riding out the world’s largest orgasm. With a mess of cum and sweat everywhere, Saint molded against Clover and kissed him like how he felt: too much. Even as his body and mind cooled, none of his needy thoughts changed. Saint wanted to keep this man. No matter what it took.
