His punishing thrusts slowed a moment later as he found his own release with a husky groan. “Fuck, Levana.” He pumped himself into me. Then before I could move away, he gathered me into his arms, pulling me up. Still inside my ass, his body melting into mine, his strong arms wrapped around my chest and stomach, holding me tight as he kissed my neck, my shoulders. “Are you all right?” he breathed against my skin. Spent, I could only nod. “You were magnificent.” He kissed my shoulder. “Beautiful.” Kiss. “So bloody perfect.” Kiss.
I sighed, his words a pleasant fortification for my morale, telling me I’d done something right, that I was appreciated, needed and most importantly, desired. Something I never thought would happen to me. We sat there for another few minutes, our bodies shuddering, our breathing ragged.
“Lie down, I’ll be right back.” He released his hold, slipped out of me and climbed off the bed.
I must’ve drifted off to sleep because I opened my eyes to Saint lifting my body and carrying me. Drowsy, the bathtub and sweet-smelling salts only registered when I felt warm water brush my cooling skin. Cocooned against Saint’s body, he dragged a washcloth over my body, his movements deliciously slow.
“Levana?”
“Hmm.” I tilted my head back to look at him.
“Are you okay.”
“Yummylicious,” I replied, earning a chuckle.
“Did I hurt you?” The tenderness in his voice gave me goosebumps.
“No, Mr Sinclair. You came, you liked, you conquered. I declare thee the knight of my asshole. Wait a minute, I should add you came again.”
Saint roared with laughter, the sound music to my ears making me bubble up with laughter too. Everything seemed so perfect, I didn’t want to think about tomorrow.
****
THE NEXT MORNING, Iwoke to the soft sounds of the shower running. After we climbed out of the tub last night, Saint had dressed me in one of his t-shirts and allowed me to sleep with him. Slipping out of bed, I entered the bathroom as he stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and while he wiped his hair, I admired his muscular body.
He lowered the towel, looking at me. “Come here.” I neared him. “Touch me.” I placed a hand to his wet chest and let it slide along his abs. “No, baby.” He dropped his towel and grasped both my hands bringing them up to cup his face. “When you touch me, do it like you want to know who I am, literally and physically. Like you want to know me better, every inch, every curve, every scar. Not because you want something from me.” He kissed each palm then. “Because when I touch you, that’s what I do.”
The sudden blare of the intercom buzzing through the apartment had him releasing my hands.
“Take a shower, I’ll check who it is.” He kissed my brow, picked up his towel and walked off. He returned just as I was about to step into the shower, his expression had changed to concern. “Your father’s here.”
“What,” I shrieked. “Oh, shit, you think he knows that I’m here with you?”
He shook his head. “I doubt it unless he went to Cian’s place. Would she cover for you?”
I nodded. “Is he coming up?”
“I couldn’t exactly tell him no.” He pulled me into his arms, wrapping them tightly around me.
“Saint,” I scolded, struggling against his hold. “What do we do?”
He kissed the top of my head. “Just stay in here until he leaves. If he knows, I’ll handle it. Okay?” Biting my lip, I tried to ignore the panic licking at my spine. “Do you trust me, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Then you have nothing to fear.” His tender words filled me with warmth. “Now, sit this lovely arse on my bed until he leaves.” He released his hold on me and smacked my ass.
I rubbed the spot, wincing. “What if he wants to come in here?”
“Why would he?” he asked as I followed him into the bedroom.
“Oh, I don’t know. Work maybe.” I was being paranoid and that made him smile.
“Well, if you hear him coming this way. Duck into the bathroom.” Quickly, he pulled on sweats and a t-shirt. God, even the simple clothes made him a force to reckon with.
A few seconds later, I put my ear to the door and listened. I could hear them talking. No shouting. Good. It meant dad wasn’t here for me. I sat on his bed waiting.
