I don’t like the sound of that. I can feel her starting to pull away from me. I spin her around and cage her against the counter. “Would you regret having my mouth on your pussy?”
“I—no.But you barely know me. What if?—”
“I know you’re incredibly kind,” I interrupt, placing a kiss on her lips. “I know you’re extremely smart,” a kiss to her nose, “I know you’re patient and have a big heart.” I kiss each of her cheeks. “I know you’re resilient and strong. One of the strongest people I’ve ever met.” I cup the back of her neck and press my lips gently to her forehead before pressing my forehead to hers. “I know you’re beautiful. The most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen. I may not know everything about you, but I want to know you. All of you.”
“You don’t mean that,” she whispers, searching my face for a lie. She’s not going to find one.
“I do mean it, Mikey. With everything in me. Let me show you.” I skim my hands up over the flare of her hips slowly, waiting for her to stop me.
“Okay.”
I tap her ass. “Up you go.”
14
“What?”
“Up you go. On the counter, so I can eat.”
“I can’t—what if I break it?”
“You’re not going to break it, Mikey.”
“Well, what about the bed? Don’t you want more room or something?”
Saint shakes his head, leaning in until his lips meet my ear. “I want to feast on you while you sit on this counter. Every day I’m here working, I’ll be reminded of the greatest night of my life.”
Tonight is giving me whiplash.
Saint kissing me and pulling me onto his lap lit my body up in a way it never has. I didn’t think hearing my full name would be so enjoyable, so erotic, but the way it flows over his tongue is better than anything I’ve heard.
I’ve never had someone speak to me the way Saint does. The dirty talk is something I thought only happened in books. I didn’t think people actually said those things in real life.
I fucking love it. My pussy is weeping just from making out with him and hearing him talk.
Ruby’s interruption was a bump in the road, but I like her. I could imagine being her friend if we lived in the same place. I really liked hearing about Saint being Cupid, but now my mind is swimming with a million questions about hisgift.
Is it like a sixth sense? How does he know? Is it like reading auras or something?
Does it mean he feels this insane connection between us? Did he feel it as soon as he saw me? If he had, he wouldn’t have waited a whole year to make a move, right?
I don’tknow.
And I can’t find it in myself to care or ask about itnow, not when he’s begging to devour me, and I can’t seem to get my logical brain online to tell him no. To tell him it’s insane to want to fuck a near stranger so badly.
“Will the counter be cold?” I ask.
“Only for a minute, but I’ll warm you up in no time.”
I brace my hands on his broad shoulders, and I expect him to lift me up, but instead, he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of my sweats. “Can I take these off, sweetheart?”
I nod, and he tsks. “When I ask you something, I need you to answer with words. Understood?”
“Understood,” I gulp.
“Good. Now, can I take these off?”
“Yes.”
