Had she ruined the fragile bond they’d forged by hinting he should join her in this room? Or maybe she hadn’t hinted well enough, and he didn’t get it. For all she knew, he’d gone straight to his bike and ridden home while she, an anxious mess, waited to see if he’d show up.
That’d be humiliating.
The light knock on the door jolted her so hard she whacked her hip on the dresser.
He’d come.
That was him, right?
She stood frozen, heart hammering, staring at the door when another knock sounded, louder than the first. The sound propelled her into action. She hurried across the room, unlocked, and opened the door to find Saint, arms up and propped against the doorframe.
“Hey,” she whispered.
God, he looked so good, tall, dark, and dangerous in his jeans and T-shirt that stretched across his chest and thick arms. Heat and desire reflected in his eyes, warming her from head to toe. He represented everything she wanted, but she should shut the door on him.
Bad decisions and ecstasy rolled into one tempting package.
Unfortunately, they’d already crossed the line, so she knew what waited for her on the other side. And she wanted it more than anything in the world.
“Gonna let me in?”
She blinked out of her Saint-induced trance. “Yes. Of course. Sorry. Come on in.” She stepped to the side, giving him plenty of space, yet he still chose to brush against her as he strode into the room like a sleek, prowling animal.
She shut the door behind him, then locked it. The click reverberated through the room like a gunshot. Guess she’d just made her intentions known. Why lock the door if she planned to say goodnight and send him on his way?
“Are there a lot of people out there?” she asked as she suddenly had no idea what to do with her hands.
Saint didn’t seem to suffer from the same affliction. He leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his firm chest. The one she’d imagined falling asleep on more than once. “Some. Not many. No one paid any attention to me, though. Most are wasted by now, and Rizz is too busy trying to get in some chick’s pants to notice anything else.”
Beth chuckled. “I’m sure he’ll succeed. They don’t call him Rizz for nothing.”
His eyebrows shot into his forehead. “Got a thing for Rizz, do you?”
“Uh, no.” She shuddered. “I’m pretty sure he’s slept with six different women, including Lindsey, since I’ve been back. He’s probably a walking petri dish.”
“You might be right.”
Neither spoke for the next few moments. Beth couldn’t take her eyes off him, though. She wanted him. Not a quick blowjob or grope session. She wanted to peel every stitch of clothing off him and have him do the same to her. Then she wanted tospend the rest of the night horizontal in that bed, exploring the fascinating man before her.
But her feet stuck. She couldn’t make the first move. “Um…”
Saint arched off her wall. He dropped his arms and walked toward her in what felt like a slow-motion clip. His eyes blazed with so much heat that a bead of sweat trickled down the center of her back.
When he reached her, he grabbed the back of her neck, drawing her to him in a move she’d come to crave. Saint slid his arm around her waist, anchoring her against him. There was no hiding the erection that nestled against her stomach.
“Saint,” she whispered.
His lips hovered inches from hers. The whiskey on his breath intoxicated her more than anything she’d consumed earlier. Though she hadn’t taken a drink in hours, she no longer felt the effects of the alcohol.
“This is such a bad idea.”
He nodded. “It is. But I’m willing to risk it.”
“If the club finds out, you’ll…”
“I know, Beth. And I don’t give a fuck.”
He kissed her with a hunger she’d never experienced. A claiming kiss that made her knees weak and had her clinging to him to keep from melting into a puddle on the floor. One hand stayed at the back of her head and neck, controlling the kiss, while the other went to her ass. He squeezed and rocked her against him, making her moan into his mouth.
