“Who?” She looked confused for a moment.
“Sai...Mr Sinclair, dummy,” I snapped.
She startled and I gave her an apologetic smile, my eyes pleading for understanding. “I’m not sure, boo. If I’m not mistaken, I think he came in with another guy.”
“Wait. You knew he was here?” I grumbled.
“Hel—lo it’s not like I knew he’d come looking for you now, did I,” she chastised. “Not like I’m anyone important, you know.” She was clearly rubbing salt in my wounds.
And I licked. “C’mon, let’s get out of here and I’ll explain.” Grabbing her arm, I dragged her to the door, knowing if I managed to sneak out of the club, if Saint was still there, I planned on not going home yet. Which meant, I needed to feed Cian some details of my tryst with the annoyingly beautiful Mr Sinclair.
The pink of dawn was kissing the horizon when I climbed out of Cian’s car and stood watching until her taillights disappeared around the corner. Having given her breadcrumbs about my relationship with Saint, she was satisfied to sit with me, talking about nothing important. Too many cokes later and gagging at the bathroom we were forced to use at the gas station, we headed home.
Saint’s appearance at the club, more so he’s reaction in the bathroom, caught me off guard. Still, I grinned, thinking of someone finding my tattered panties in the wastebasket. Then I pouted that he hadn’t gone further. Why couldn’t the man just fuck me and get it over with. His constant teasing was seriously starting to make me chafe down there from all the thigh rubbing I found myself doing around him.
With my thoughts on Saint’s black mood last night and what was in store for me on Monday, I opened the side gate, entered, and made sure it locked behind me. I took two steps up the pathway and froze.
Fists clenched at his sides and those wolf-like eyes glaring at me, Saint stood on the porch. Against the backdrop of the grey walls, the rising sun casting a yellow halo around him, made him look almost...Saint-like. I grinned at the thought and earned a scowl.
“Where the fuck were you?” he snapped when I mounted the three steps leading up to the porch.
My smile cheeky, I stopped on the landing and lifted a brow. “Can you say that again please, you’re so sexy when you’re angry.”
“Levana,” he warned, his voice low and lethal.
“Out,” I lied, brushing past him to open the door. Killing time in the parking lot with Cian until sunrise, to further aggravate Saint, wasn’t how I’d pictured the night would end. Now, staring at his handsome face, pulled tight in anger, it was so worth it. Sparks of excitement shot through me.
Unlocking the door, I felt his eyes burn into my back and even though my insides went wild, I forced myself to act indifferent knowing it would piss him off further. When I stepped through, I turned to shut the door in his face, but he was quicker than I anticipated. Grabbing me around the waist, he pulled me into his body while kicking the door shut behind him.
We stared at each other, our breaths mingling, our hearts a tempest beat in our chests flattened against each other. I licked my bottom lip, and his gaze followed the trail of my tongue.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “What do I do with you,” he whispered.
“Whatever you want,” I replied without thought. The way my body was reacting to him, I knew if a hundred boys had to show interest in me right now, I wouldn’t even notice. Every inch of my skin burned in expectation. My nipples flirted with his soft silent breaths, growing harder with each second. The butterflies in my stomach would give everyStep Upmovie a run for its money. I was so turned on, I feared if he slipped just one digit inside my pussy, I’d come.
His suddenly clenched jaw told me he was fighting an internal battle of his own. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
And I tested that theory. “It’s time you left, Saint, Justin will be here so—”
His free hand shot up, squeezing my throat enough to make me gasp for air. The other hand tightening around my waist until I melted into his body, our chests inhaling and exhaling in sync. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, little girl, let me help you understand,” he growled, his lips a breath away from mine. “Whatever I’m touching right now, is mine. All mine. Do I make myself clear.”
Something in his eyes, more possessiveness than threat, urged me not to argue “Yes.” His brow shot up and I knew what he was asking without words. “Yes, sir,” the reply leaked out on a small gulp, finally giving him what he long to hear. Strange as it sounded, I loved the way his eyes darkened, and his breathing grew harsher with my reply. “Are we going to fuck now,” I whispered before I could stop myself.
His hand dropped from my throat to his side. “No.”
He must’ve read the confusion on my face. A slow smirk slid across his lips, annoying me in the process. I shoved at his chest to release me. Instead, he flipped me around, nudged me up against the wall, locking me in with his palms flat on the wall, on either side of me. I moaned, feeling every inch of him. From his solid chest pressing into my back, his brawny thighs flush against mine to his hand sliding under the hem of my skirt, bunching it at my waist until I felt his rigid cock nestle between my ass cheeks.
“What’s wrong?” He nipped my shoulder working his way up to my earlobe before he sucked the soft cartilage into his mouth.
“Saint,” I whimpered, the ache between my legs unbearable.
“What do you want?” He released the lobe to nibble on the skin at my neck. Each nick harder than the last, I shuddered against the pressure.
“You.”
“You can’t handle a man like me, Levana.”
I clenched my thighs trying to alleviate the throb at the apex between them. “What makes you think I can’t?”
