“Saint—”
I cut her off with a hard slap to the ass as we parade through the corridor. I have to dip when I open the door, making sure I don’t knock her out on the wooden frame.
That would be boring; I want to watch her squirm beneath my hold.
Her airy laugh fills the room, and I throw her onto the bed. Could have benefited from doing it a little lighter—her body bounces up off the mattress.
She pushes up onto her elbows, staring up at me as her breathing goes shallow. Watching the rise and fall of her chest possesses me, knowing I’m the root cause.
“You ready to eat your words, darling?”
For a moment, she looks like a deer caught in the headlights, but then a smirk edges her lips, the utter devilishness glinting in her eye arousing the beast inside me.
“Starving.”
I fail to fight a groan. To think she used to be scared to even hold my fucking hand.
I reach behind me, fisting the material to tug my shirt off, then it’s followed by the slow removal of my belt and my own cargos.
Her greedy eyes roam over me, and it’s like the trail of heat scorches my skin as evidence of where her gaze draws.
When it lands on my boxers, my dick instantly swells. I watch as her pupils dilate, and then she slowly starts to remove hers.
I’m like a ticking time bomb, and she’s about to win the award for the slowest clothing removal on the fucking planet.
When she lifts her ass, my hands reach out, grabbing the cuffs of her bottoms, swiping them off in one swift movement.
Her husky laugh grips the back of my neck. “Someone’s a little impatient.”
I smirk, walking over to the bed, climbing over her writhing body to whisper in her ear. “Someone’s got years to make up for my cock not being buried in them.”
She whimpers, and the way it fills my ears causes a subtle shudder to roll through me.
That sound.
It’s addictive, irresistible, and outright fucking intoxicating.
Our lips weave together, and my arm scoops under her back, lifting her to the middle of the bed.
I fucking explore her, everything feeling like it’s the first time, every single inch that I’ve ached to see and feel again.
Tracing my tongue over every bare area of her perfect skin to taste her, my hand mapping the curves of her temptation-definition of a body.
I unclip her bra, and as soon as she throws the material to the side, I dive in, bringing her peaks between my teeth, teasing and biting, then soothing it with licks when she cries out.
Her hand fists in my hair, the other gripping my forearm like she’s clinging on for life.
“Saint, please,” she breathes, her pants fanning over my shoulder blade.
A deep chuckle rumbles from me. “Begging already, and I haven’t even started.”
Her body squirms beneath me, and I leave a trail of wet kisses down her torso, settling between her thighs.
“Spread your legs wider, Indie.”
I watch as her eyes flutter closed, and when she opens them again, they’re heavy with lust.
Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I drag my flat tongue up her slit, and she bucks her hips when I glide across her clit.
