“He didn’t make you come?”
“Jesus, Saint, why are we talking about this?”
Because I need to know.
“Answer the question.”
Beth sighed. For a moment, he thought she’d tell him to fuck himself, but then she said, “Not very often, okay? Jason was a selfish asshole who only cared about one person, and that wasn’t me. Happy?”
“How long?”
“What?”
He grabbed her chin and turned her head so she was looking up at him. Wary desire swirled in her gorgeous green eyes. “How long has it been since a man made you come?”
Her eyes flared, and she sucked in a breath. “Saint…”
“How fucking long?”
“Um…” Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to avert her gaze, but he held her in place. “Maybe like a year. Things were bad with Jason for a while. It wasn’t all his fault. I should have left. When things got bad, I wasn’t attracted to him anymore, so it was hard to relax with him and let it happen. I, uh, faked it for a while, but when it seemed like he didn’t care if I got there or not, I just… didn’t bother anymore. God, Saint, this is so embarrassing.”
“Beth, it’s one hundred percent all that motherfucker’s fault. The second you felt uncomfortable, it becamehisfault. Your man’s job is to make you feel loved, cherished, protected, and like a goddamn-fucking-queen. You spend one second feeling anything other than those things, then he failed you.”
“Saint…”
He no longer bothered trying to conceal his erection from her, letting it press into her back. Her breathing picked up, and she stared at his mouth as she licked her lips.
Unconscious? Or was she telling him she wanted him as much as he wanted her?
With each passing second, his desire to kiss her, to touch her, to give her the pleasure she’d been denied, and take some for himself grew exponentially. Crossing that line would have life-altering repercussions for him more than her, and there, with the mountains in the backdrop and the moon lighting their way, he found himself not caring.
He wanted a taste.
Needed a taste of Beth.
Fuck it.He’d never been the type of man to play it safe. If he hadn’t broken the rules, he’d still be living a life of misery serving a psychotic cult leader. He leaned in, bringing their lips a breath away.
“Don’t,” she whispered, pleading in her voice. “This is a terrible idea.”
“But you want it?”
“Saint… we can’t.”
“But…”
Her breath drifted across his lips, sweet and soft. “Fuck. I can’t do this to you. You—”
“I’m a big boy, Beth. My eyes are wide open. I wanted this from the moment I beat the fuck outta that piece of shit in your apartment. Tell me you don’t want it too.”
“I can’t.” She swallowed, and he nearly licked up her throat.
“Yes or no?” he whispered, lips brushing hers.
“Shit.” Her eyes fluttered closed. “Yes. Yes, Saint… fuck, the answer is yes.”
He barely waited for the words to finish falling from her mouth before he crushed their mouths together.
Beth whimpered, and he swallowed the delicious sound of submission as her lips parted, allowing him entry. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, tangling with hers as the warm, intoxicating flavor of Beth hit his senses with a brutal punch. His cock throbbed painfully against his zipper, desperate to be buried inside her.
