He’d wanted her with a force that shook him to his core, and when it became clear she’d wanted him, too, he’d taken it. Instead of getting it out of his system, the feel and taste of her only made his craving worse. Maybe it was because he hadn’t come, at least not by her hand. He’d jerked off furiously the second he got home, but his gut told him it wouldn’t matter. If she got her hands or mouth on him, he’d become addicted.
Obsessed.
Even more than he already was, which felt impossible.
“You’re a fucking idiot,” he muttered as he stared at his phone.
Saint: I’ll be there.
He set the phone face down on the counter and reached for his protein shake. Two swallows in, his doorbell rang.
Saint frowned. He lived in a small two-bedroom cabin slightly off the beaten path. One of the best things about hisplace was the lack of solicitors or guests popping by for no reason. Even his sister knew to inform him before she showed up.
Could it be Copper? Was his president so fucking furious that he’d decided not to wait until eleven to castrate him?
“Fucking great,” he muttered as he walked to the door barefoot and dressed only in a pair of lightweight gray sweats. If he were going to die, it might as well be in a comfortable outfit in his own home. “Coming!” he hollered after the bell rang again.
He yanked the door open and lost his breath as his gaze fell on the woman he’d spent all night thinking about. “Beth.”
Her eyes darkened as her attention went straight to his bare chest. Jesus, if she gaped at him like that for more than two seconds, he’d be hard as a fucking spike and his pants couldn’t hide a cotton ball, let alone a raging boner.
“Hey. Um…” She licked her lips, and he nearly groaned.
“What are you doing here?”
His tone came out harsher than he’d meant, causing her to blink and jerk her focus to his face. “Sorry. I should have called.”
Sighing, he leaned against the door frame while folding his arms across his chest. “This have anything to do with the text I got from Copper demanding I meet him at the clubhouse at eleven?”
Beth grimaced. “Shit. I was hoping I’d beat him to it.”
He stepped back, making room for her. “Come on in.”
“Thanks. And I’m sorry for dropping by unannounced. I hate that shit. In my defense, I wasn’t thinking.”
He chuckled as he pointed toward the small, plush couch in his den. “That’s your defense?”
She shrugged. “Didn’t say it was a good defense.”
Her cutting wit had him smiling more than usual, even during these tense interactions. “Have a seat. Want some coffee or, I don’t know, a shot of tequila?”
Her laugh ran over his bare skin, making goose bumps rise. “Nah, think I’ll hold off the booze. Not much of an early morning drinker. And I’ve already had three cups of coffee. Better not have any more unless you want me to vibrate out of here.” She sat, bouncing a little as though testing the comfort of his couch. “Um, take your time. I can wait while you get dressed or whatever.”
So, she found his half-naked state distracting, did she? He raised an eyebrow.
“Or not. It’s your house. Of course. You can do whatever you’d like.” Beth let out a tense laugh, then rolled her eyes. “Oh my God, I’m rambling. Sorry. I just… I kinda didn’t expect to see you again so soon after last night.”
Her cheeks turned pink.
“And then this morning happened and…”
“And Copper found out we fucked around last night?”
Her eyes nearly fell from their sockets. “What? No! No, no, no. God no. I’m pretty sure I would have had to knock him over the head with a frying pan to beat him here if that were the case.”
He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t relieved as hell. “So then what’s all this about?”
Beth cleared her throat and angled so she could see him where he sat on the opposite end of the couch. “I told him about Jason. Thewholestory about Jason.”
