A fresh wave ofwantpasses through me. I want to feel him, so badly.
We’re both panting, chests heaving as we recover. Saint’s beard glistens with my arousal, and I should be embarrassed, but I can’t find the energy, and he looks soproud.
He presses his forehead to mine then tilts his head and slowly brushes his lips against mine. I taste myself on his tongue as they tangle together lazily.
When we finally break apart, my body is spent. The weight of the day is heavy on my shoulders, and I’m ready to go to sleep.
Saint tucks himself back into his sweats. “Let me clean you up, stay here.”
I’m only able to muster a slight nod. Is this it? Our one night together and tomorrow we’ll go our separate ways?
He comes back with a damp paper towel and gently cleans up the pearlescent liquid on my skin.
“So… round two? I want to feel you inside me,” I try to tease, but my voice comes out hoarse, and even I can hear how tired I am.
He laughs softly. “I love the enthusiasm, but I want you to trust me fully before I get inside you.”
“What? But?—”
“No ‘buts,’ Mikelle. Tonight was everything I wanted. You may trust me with your body, but I need you to trust me with your heart. I don’t want just a piece of you, I want all of you.”
My tongue feels dry at his confession. I thought tonight was supposed to be a fun, one night thing. No attachments. We’re getting whatever weird chemistry is between us out of our systems. He didn’t explicitly say it and neither did I, but I figured it was obvious because he livesherein Cupid’s Cove, and I live in Salem.
It’s one thing to let him have my body, I have no problem with that. It’s another thing entirely to let him have my heart.
Even if, deep down, I know I’m halfway there.
Saint Valentine has the potential to destroy me if he decides he doesn’t want me anymore.
Would it be worth the risk?
15
Mikey’s teal eyes take on a glassy, faraway look, and I’m once again cursing myself for being unable to tone back my intensity.
“Where’d you go, Mikey?” I murmur.
Mikey blinks at me before she clears her throat and scoots to the edge of the counter. Reluctantly, I move so she can hop down. She glances around for her discarded pants. I pick them up from behind me, hand them to her, and watch as she slides them on to cover herself like my face wasn’t just buried in her pussy.
“Talk to me, please.”
Mikey chews on her bottom lip and fiddles with the hem of her shirt. “I thought this was a one time thing. Just for tonight. Something fun to release some tension, I guess. But now you’re talking about wanting my heart, and I don’t know what to do with that. You can’tmeanit.”
I run my fingers through my hair, my cock twitching with the memory of having her hands in it just minutes ago. “When did either of us clarify this was just a one time thing? When did I give you the impression this was only for tonight?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
“Do you think I just fuck anyone who sleeps in my house? It’s been over five years since I’ve had sex, Mikey. This wasn’t just somethingfunfor me. And Iabsolutelymean it. You may not believe me, but it doesn’t make it any less true.”
Mikey blinks at me with a furrow between her brows. “Fiveyears? And you don’t want to do anything other than eat me out?”
I grab her hands, dipping my chin to look her in the eyes. “I want your complete trust, Mikey. If it takes until tomorrow, next week, seven years down the road, or never, I won’t change my mind. I’m a patient man.”
“Why, though? We barely know each other. How can you possibly…” She trails off, like she doesn’t want to say it out loud. Like if she says it, it’ll be real, and I think it scares her.
Maybe it’s crazy. No, itiscrazy. I may not know how she takes her coffee or her birthday. I don’t know her comfort meal or her favorite movie, but those are things I can learn with a simple question. Things Iwilllearn as soon as she gives me the chance.
What I know now is she’s resilient. She’s been through so much in her life, and it hasn’t made her cynical to the entire world, just to love. I can work with that. I can help her learn to trust, if she’ll let me. I know I feel connected to her in a way I’ve never felt with anyone and being unable to get to know her fully this past year has been agony.
