His tongue stole into her mouth, demanding attention she happily gave it. He tasted of the whiskey and a hint of mint, but mostly Saint. Something about his flavor tempted her more than the sweetest treat, and she was helpless to resist.
After long minutes, he broke from the kiss. Beth tried to follow his mouth as it moved to her neck, sucking and biting. She whimpered and let her head fall back, giving him more surfacearea to attack. The way his stubble scraped skin and the suction of his lips had her rocking against him. He slipped a leg between hers, and she immediately took advantage, grinding against him for the friction she desperately needed.
“I know the risks,” he whispered after trailing his lips to her ear. He grazed her jaw with his teeth, then her earlobe before sucking it.
“Ah, Saint…”
“And I still want you.”
“Please…”
“Please, what?”
She was completely shameless in her need for him, head back, body arched, and hips fucking humping his leg. Anything he wanted, she’d give him, including begging. “Please touch me. Touch me, fuck me. Saint, I want it all.”
“Yeah?” His dark gaze studied her eyes as though searching for the truth in her words.
“Yes. So much.” She smiled. “You have full consent.”
“If that changes…”
“It won’t.” Her heart surged at the care in his words. “But I know.” She pushed onto her tiptoes, kissing him again. This time, she slid her hands under his shirt, getting a feel of all that warm skin hiding beneath his tee.
Saint stepped back, crossed his arms by his waist, and pulled the shirt over his head in one swift move. Before he’d had the chance to discard it, Beth smoothed her palms up his flat stomach. She stepped close and kissed the center of his chest.
He grunted, pushing his erection into her as he grabbed the hem of her shirt and began to work it up and off her body. Beth raised her arms, allowing him to remove the garment and deposit it wherever he pleased.
She’d worn a simple, pale pink cotton bra, not anticipating where the day would end up when she’d dressed that morning.Saint sure didn’t seem to have a problem with it. He shoved her pants over her hips, revealing her matching light pink bikini panties. At least she’d gone as far as to wear a matching set.
“Beth,” he whispered, staring at her as though she were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. “You’re fucking stunning.”
Fucking stunning.What a statement. And the reverence in his voice matched the words. Her insides melted. Unfortunately for her, this was never going to be just sex. Chances were high she’d be left with a broken and battered heart, but she could worry about that when it happened.
She kicked the pants away, having removed her shoes when she’d arrived. Saint kissed her shoulder, then her neck, as he reached around and unclasped her bra with ease, dropping it to the floor. Then he stepped back, taking her in.
Her nipples pebbled under his awed scrutiny. She couldn’t wait to have his hands and mouth on them. Before she knew what was happening, he grabbed the backs of her thighs and hoisted her off her feet into his strong arms.
She squeaked, then took advantage of being mouth-to-mouth and kissed him. As they made out, the room spun, the world flipped, and she landed on her back on a surprisingly comfortable mattress. Not once did their mouths break contact, and as soon as they were on the bed, Saint’s weight pressed down on her.
Her eyes rolled back behind her closed lids. Was there anything better than the heavy feel of a sexy man along her entire body?
Nope. Not a thing.
The next time they came up for air, Saint cradled her face between his big hands. He stroked his thumbs across her cheeks and merely watched her. The moment felt charged with more than just physical need.
And it scared the hell out of her even as she wanted more of it.
“You’re so beautiful,” Saint whispered. “So beautiful. And you’re strong, intelligent, captivating.”
Her breath caught. “Saint…” It was too much. Too many strong emotions. Too many complications, and yet so perfect.
His lips quirked, and he glanced down their bodies. “And these tits…”
That had her laughing, and the heavy emotional charge shifted back to the physical.
Easy and safe territory.
“Help yourself,” she said with a flirty smirk.
