Saint leads me into the main bedroom, and my eyes pop wide at what is waiting for me on the bed. “You are really spoiling me,” I say, striding toward the pretty dress laid out for me. “Anyone would think it’smybirthday.” I toss a quick smile over my shoulder, suffused with love for him. My fingers skim over the soft material of the dress, admiring the beautiful pink, purple, and silver floral print overlaid on top of the pristine white silk. I hold it up against me, glancing at my reflection in the mirror. “It goes perfectly with my hair,” I muse. Happiness bubbles underneath the surface of my skin, and my heart soars.
“Do you really like it?” Saint asks. “I roped Jazz into helping me, but I wasn’t quite sure if it was your style.”
I know what he means. I don’t usually wear something so vibrant, but it’s absolutely gorgeous and it’s Dior, so what’s not to like?
Saint leaves me to get dressed, and I feel like a million dollars when I step out onto the deck an hour later, wearing my new dress and silver stilettos. “What do you think?” I ask, twirling, the silky material swishing around my hips and my calves with the motion. The dress is a halter style at the top with an empire waistline, and the skirted part flows down my body, ending with a hem of differing lengths. It feels gorgeous against my skin, and it’s summery and elegant without being too over the top.
“Fuck me.” Saint’s gaze lingers as he roams the length of my body. “Why did I think it was a good idea to go out to eat?” he murmurs, stalking toward me with intent.
He looks hot in his black short-sleeved button-up shirt and ripped jeans, with a stylish layer of stubble on his chin and cheeks, and his untamed hair tumbling in sexy waves over his brow. His gorgeous blue eyes scream possession as he sweeps me into his arms. “I love this dress, but I really want to rip it off and worship every inch of your bare skin.”
I plant my hands on his shoulders, inhaling the spicy, musky scent of his cologne. I fucking love how good he smells but not enough to say to hell with our plans. I don’t want this weekend to be all about sex. Not when that’s all our relationship has been about these past few months. I want to enjoy time with him outside the bedroom. To laugh and have fun and just enjoy being with my husband. “You can take a rain check because I’m all dolled up now and raring to go.”
“I’ll be calling in that rain check later.” His eyes blaze with heat as he releases me, pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.
“I’m banking on it.” I deliberately lick my lips and thrust out my chest, planting one hand on my hip and striking a pose.
“I need to take a photo for the guys. They will kill me otherwise.”
I offer up my most seductive pout, angling my body in a few different poses while Saint snaps away.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Saint says, swiping his fingers across the keypad. “The guys will go crazy when they see these.” He shoots me a smug grin, repocketing his phone and offering me his arm.
I’m sensing ulterior motives, and it’s classic Saint. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” I ask, looping my arm through his.
“Nope.” He chuckles. “I still love rubbing their noses in it.”
“You’re so competitive.” I nestle into his side as he leads us down the steps and around the side of the house. “But I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
A half hour later, we are in a fashionable bar and grill, seated beside one another in a velvet-backed booth, as sultry beats reverberate in the background. “This place is awesome,” I admit, taking another sip of my champagne cocktail.
“I thought you’d like it better than the Michelin-starred restaurant I almost booked.”
I’m sure the food is exquisite if it’s a Michelin-starred restaurant, but this place is more my vibe. “You did good, Saintly.” I plant a lingering kiss on his cheek. “You didrealgood, and you’re so getting laid later.”
A warm hand lands on my thigh as he leans in, pressing his mouth to my ear. “I hope you weren’t planning on getting much sleep because I want to reacquaint myself with every inch of your body.”
I cup his face in my hands. “That is music to my ears, Saintly.”
“Speaking of music…” Saint gently removes my hands from his face, entwining his fingers through mine. “Dance with me?” He arches a brow.
“I would love to.” It doesn’t matter that there is no one on the small dance floor at the rear of the bar or that everyone looks at us as Saint leads me to it because, for me, no one else exists but the man staring at me like I’m his everything. Saint twirls me around, dips me down low, and cradles me close as he unashamedly grinds his hips against mine, and we laugh and kiss as we dance, oblivious to our surroundings, only stopping when the waitress informs us our food is at our table.
We sit pressed together in the booth, feeding one another in between kisses, and I fall in love with him all over again.
We walk home along the beach, barefoot, wrapped around one another, and my heart is full, my mind light, the future bright.
“I love you, my queen,” Saint says, holding his naked body still over me, peering deep into my eyes. I’m a writhing mass of desire underneath him, brought over the edge three times already as he remained true to his word, worshiping every part of my body like it was our first time together. Lust flows through my limbs like water gliding through a stream, and I’m more than ready to feel him moving inside me. “I will never make you forget that again.”
“What’s happened is in the past,” I say, reaching up to brush my fingers along the stubble on his cheeks. “We just focus on moving forward now.” There is nothing to be gained from overanalyzing the mistakes of the recent past.
He nods, and I feel him nudging my entrance. “I never want to treat you any less than you deserve. You have given me a life I never imagined possible, Lo, and you are my entire universe. You and the kids and our family mean everything to me.” He pushes slowly inside me, and we both moan in pleasure. “This, babe.” He thrusts to the hilt, holding himself still, fully seated inside me. “This is everything.”
Leaning down, he captures my mouth in a passionate kiss as he starts to move inside me. Except it’s no frenetic coupling like the past few months. His thrusts are measured and slow, and he pulls out and pushes back in as if he has all the time in the world. I feel him moving inside me, and it’s as magical as I remember. My walls hug his cock, clinging to him, and my fingers explore his warm skin, remembering all the contours and planes of his beautiful body.
He holds my wrists up over my head as his lips worship my lips and then my neck. His mouth moves lower, brushing seductively against my collarbone, sending shivers cascading along my flushed skin. Very softly, he sucks one nipple into his mouth while his hips continue moving strategically, his erection sliding in and out of me like time is endless. It’s a slow, continual seduction, a synchronized marriage of tongue, lips, fingers, and cock as he blows my mind, entrances my body, and reclaims my heart.
I am putty in his hands, matching his languid thrusts, meeting his skillful explorations with explorations of my own, making love to his mouth in return, until there is no me and no him. We are one as we ascend into ecstasy, shattering explosively together, staring at one another through glassy eyes as all the cracks are repaired and we are remade anew.
