“Yes,” I breathed.
He kissed me again, deeper this time, hands exploring, learning.My body responded eagerly and desperately.
When his mouth trailed to my neck, I gasped, and my fingers dug into his shoulders.
God, I needed this.
Needed him.
His hands slid under my sweater, warm against my skin, and I arched into the touch without thinking.
The dogs shifted nearby, and we both laughed softly, breathless.
“Bedroom,” he said hoarsely.
I nodded.
He carried me there, and when he laid me down, he followed, covering me with his body.
For a moment, we stayed like that—fully clothed, breath mingling, and the heat building between us.His weight pressed into me just enough to make my pulse kick up, and his mouth hovered close to mine like he was giving me time to change my mind.
I didn’t.
My hands slid up his chest, my fingers curled into his shirt, and I tugged him down until our mouths met.The kiss turned hungry fast, with no hesitation left in it now.I felt the shift immediately—the way his body responded and the way his hips pressed closer before he caught himself.
Saint broke the kiss just long enough to hook his fingers under the hem of my sweater.
“Okay?”he murmured.
I lifted my arms in answer.
The sweater came off slowly, deliberately, and was tossed aside without a thought.His gaze followed every inch of skin revealed, dark and intent, like he was memorizing me.When his hands skimmed down my sides, I shivered.
“You’re beautiful,” he said quietly, like it wasn’t a line, just a fact.
I reached for him then, pushing his cut off his shoulders, and my fingers fumbled slightly as I worked at his shirt.He helped me without taking over, lifting his arms and letting me do it my way until the fabric was gone and my palms met warm skin.
That’s when the heat really settled in.
Skin to skin.No barriers left between us except the ones we hadn’t bothered with yet.
He kissed me again, deeper this time, as his hands explored slowly, like he was in no rush to get anywhere.When he shifted his weight and my legs instinctively wrapped around him, he groaned softly and slid his hands to my hips, holding me there like he was grounding himself.
The rest of our clothes came off in pieces.Unhurried with hands everywhere, mouths wandering, and laughter breaking through once when my pants got snagged and had to be tugged loose.It didn’t feel awkward.It felt real.
By the time we finally came back together, bare skin pressed to bare skin, I was already breathless and my body aching in the best way.
Saint hovered over me for a second, eyes locked on mine, giving me space even now.
“You still with me?”he asked.
I smiled and pulled him down.“I never left.”
The kiss that followed was slower, deeper, and the kind that promised he planned to take his time with me and meant every second of it.
And when he finally settled between my legs, fitting himself to me like he’d been waiting for this, I knew there was no rushing what came next.
We had nowhere else to be.
