I’ve gotten a lot more confident around Saint now. He brings out the best in me in so many ways, and he always demands I use my words.
A wicked smile slowly grows as he presses into me, and I have to fight the urge to stop my eyes fluttering closed.
His words hum deep in his throat. “You just want me to chase you, don’t you, darling?”
Lord does this man always know what I want and need; it’s like he has access to every thought and feeling that bathes within my body.
My hands roam up his bare chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath my touch. “Maybe, but you’ll never catch me.”
“Oh really? What makes you so sure?” he asks whilst dipping his head, and I watch as he runs his tongue over his teeth, causing my body to involuntarily shiver.
I work down a swallow.
“I’m fast.” I shift my gaze back up to his.
He leans closer to me, guiding my hair over my shoulder and down my back, the pad of his thumb tracing down my spine.
“Do you know what’s faster?” he whispers in my ear.
My thighs squeeze together as I close my eyes, my throat threatening to close as I try to speak. “What?”
His dark laugh rumbles against my chest, every inch of my exposed body erupting in goosebumps at his words.
“A hungry man.”
I turn my head to look at him, and those grey eyes burn into me, rivalling the storm thundering above us.
My breathing begins to pick up, and he brushes kisses against my bare shoulder, all the way up to my neck before he speaks against my sensitive skin.
“Now run, because when I catch you, you’ll wish you didn’t ask to play this game with me.”
I let out a gasp when his hand grips my ass, tugging me flush to him, feeling he’s already hard. “Maybe I should just stay here. We can ski—”
“Sixty.” He draws out the number, his eyes darkening like the starving fiend he’s turning into, his threats weaving into every letter.
I slip under his arm, snatching his T-shirt from the floor as my feet pound through the hallway and downstairs, shoving the material over my head.
I’m so glad his dad isn’t here, otherwise I’d never live down the shame of running almost butt-ass naked through his house.
Saint’s backyard is huge compared to mine, and I run straight for the back wall, through the double gate, and into the forest that bridges my home to his.
My feet are soaked; I didn’t even have time to put on shoes or bottoms. I’m grateful that no one ventures through these parts; they’d likely call the police, seeing me in only a T-shirt and panties.
I throw myself behind a tree, trying to focus my breathing to calm, but the adrenaline is radioactive in my veins. My entire body feels like it’s on fire with need.
I want him to catch me.
I want to find out exactly what he’ll do to me, but I want the thrill of the chase more.
The thought has heat pooling in my core.
My head peeks out from behind my hiding place, and I spot him instantly, throwing myself back behind the trunk.
He’s standing at the back door, blowing smoke in the air as he drags in the cigarette.
The treeline is thick here, the timber towering above us and providing a little bit of protection from the rain still drizzling.
Deciding to edge further in, I push off the tree backwards, but a twig snaps as I step into a lower part of the ground, and it feels amplified.
