I might be able to push her farther, but I’m not a monster.
At least, I don’t want to be to her.
So I double down, finding that spot that makes her eyes go unfocused.
Pleasure glazes over her eyes, her mouth falling open, her body going rigid as I pump my fingers into her, the heel of my palm pressing her clit as she clamps down on me. I work through the spasms until she turns to jelly in my hands.
Yes.
Pride spreads through me as I watch her come, knowing I’m the first to give this to her. And I’m intoxicated on power as I drink it all in.
I’m unsure how I’m going to detach myself from this woman.
14
SAINT
Sleeping next to Wren…it’s an experience I haven’t had in more than a decade. The sweet, powdery scent of her haunts me. The feel of her warm little body curled up beside me. Sometimes her butt presses against me, sometimes, she curls into my side. I’m not sure I’m getting any more sleep than I was trying to spread out on my couch in my office. I’m thinking too hard about how much I like the feel of her. The intimacy of having her in my bed.
It’s barely tempered by my talks with Sin and Doc. Sharing her isn’t ideal, but it keeps me from falling into this deeper than I should.
And with her innocence reaffirmed, I’m more determined to keep things from spiraling out of control.
She might be made of fire, but we’re going to have to coax those flames slowly. The right way.
This means I can’t let myself wake up with her. So I slip out of the bed, dress, and go upstairs before she wakes. The routine is exhausting.
But it also comes with its perks. She’s there when she finally rises, bringing me more coffee, breakfast, sandwiches, and treats.
It’s nearly lunch, and she’s slipping through my office door with a shy smile and a plate of brownies that she sets on my desk.
The pretense of it stings, opening a long scarred-over wound. How she’s found her way deep down to it, I’m not sure, but she’s filling in cracks.
Wren lingers, coming around my desk.
Leaning back in my chair, I swivel toward her, letting her take the lead. Those big eyes linger on my body, but unlike normal she’s struggling to meet my gaze. Insecure.
But she’s stepping closer. Slowly. So fucking slowly.
My muscles tighten involuntarily, braced, waiting for her to decide what she’s doing.
Growing used to the feel of her body in bed has turned my thoughts into scandalously vivid daydreams. It’s distracting.
But once she’s made her decision, her gaze lifts to mine, and I see the strong woman who doesn’t flinch away from me like so many others do.
Wren steps between my knees, then she’s crawling into my lap. I can’t keep my hands to myself, curling them around the backs of her thighs to keep her stable, to guide her thighs around my hips.
She braces my shoulders and leans closer still. The descent of her mouth on mine takes an agonizing number of seconds, but her kiss brings me to life.
It’s been a long time since I kissed a woman, languished in the warmth of her body, felt all her soft curves in my grip.
My restraints are shot, pulling her tighter as she sinks into me. Her ass feels so good in my hands as I rock her over me. I can’t hide how hard she’s made me. It’s been a long time since I’ve wanted a woman enough to rise to the occasion.
Especially this quickly.
Her hands filter through my hair, and need throbs through my veins. So much of her skin spreads under my palms, and I’m greedy for it.
When she tries to catch her breath, I squeeze and test her flesh. Curves like hers deserve to be appreciated, and I know for a fact that no one has had the privilege. Not the way I intend to worship them.
