Chapter 31 - Levana
Do not leave me.
Startled awake, I shook my head taking a moment to breathe enough oxygen into my trembling body. Covering my eyes with both hands, I tried bringing the dream back into focus. All I saw was a blank canvas spotted with hazy white dots. That recurring dream seemed intense this time. Muffled voices with words I couldn’t understand. Sceneries of forests and rivers. Images of faces a little clearer until they morphed into familiar green eyes pained with something I couldn’t read.
Saint is the man in my dreams. My lids flew open on a gasp that turned into a strangled choke to find those same eyes from my dream, barely seconds ago, were now staring at me, this time filled with a softness that left me weak-kneed. Good thing I was lying down.
Why was I dreaming about Saint? Had he been in my dream all this time or was tonight just different because I was in his apartment.
With his thumbs hooked in his jean’s pockets, Saint’s gaze roved over my face. Whiskey mixed with his cologne creating a heady scent, swirled around me. I was hard-pressed not to inhale deeply until I got my fill of him. God, even intoxicated, the man was a sexual predator on my senses.
“Are you all right?” he asked, his soft tone in conflict with the sudden fire in his eyes.
I swallowed, forcing back the abrupt twinge between my thighs. “Yes. Why?”
“You cried out in your sleep.”
“Oh.” What did I cry out? Was it his name? “I’m fine thanks.”
Nodding, he continued staring at me, a range of expressions pursuing one another across his face before he walked away.
Just as he reached the door, I suddenly didn’t want him to leave. “Saint?” He glanced over his shoulder. “Would you stay with me until I fall asleep, please?”
His brow furrowed for a second before he walked back to the bed. “Why?”
“Nightmares.” I shrugged. “They scare me sometimes.”
“And I don’t?” His mouth curved in a wry smile. Something about it warned I should be afraid of him, I wasn’t.
“No.”
“You seem to surprise me at every turn, little girl,” he said, his tone one of regret, not admiration, leaving me puzzled once again until he added, “but you should be more fearful of what I’m likely to do to you if I give into your advances than your nightmares.”
A thrill raced through my body, powering up my arousal in a heartbeat. What would he do to me? “Is that the whiskey talking, Mr Sinclair,” I retorted, knowing I was challenging him, again.
His jaw clenched, yet his countenance remained stone-faced. “Go to sleep Levana.”
“Are you going to stay with me,” I pushed.
“No.”
“Asshole,” I muttered, sliding under the covers.
The sudden yanking of the covers, off my body, startled me and I let out a squeal of surprise. Saint was leaning over me, his expression pure male dominance—threatening and hard. Something curled in my gut. Fear? Shock? Arousal? I couldn’t tell because I was too busy focusing my attention on the sexy man hovering over me.
“Nightmares?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Would you like me to fuck you to sleep, baby?” His words, soft, quiet, a dire contrast to the look on his face. I gulped, my insides a war of desire and indecision. The first time he used the endearment, I had his hot cock down my throat, this time, he’s whole freaking body radiated more heat than an erupting volcano. “Yes? No?” His brow shot up.
Still, I couldn’t answer. Our eyes locked we stared at each other, our harsh exhales meeting somewhere in between my trembling body and his firm one. The air saturated with sexual tension suddenly grew warmer. I clutched the covers to keep from vaulting off the bed.
Then he licked his lips, and I freaking groaned, pushing him into action. “Remove your t-shirt and turn over, Levana. Face down in those pillows.” Silently, I complied, no longer caring I bared every inch of skin to his fiery gaze. “Slide this under your stomach.” I lifted onto all fours letting him slip two pillows under me, the position forcing my ass up in the air, leaving me curious about what he planned to do. “Lie with your arms at your sides so I can pin them down,” he whispered the last part in my ear. I shivered with the close contact and moved into the position.
Oh, my God, this is it. Saint’s going to fuck me.
