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“And?” I whisper.

He leans in until his mouth is a breath from mine. “It made me so fucking hard I couldn’t think straight.”

I whimper when his other hand finds the hem of my t-shirt and he drags it up and over my head. My nipples tighten as the cool air hits them, the contrast making me shiver.

“Sera’s watching me⁠—”

“I’m watching ya.”

His mouth lands on mine and he kisses me like he’s trying to crawl inside my skin, like he wants to devour every sound I make and keep it.

His tongue strokes deep and claiming, while his hand returns to my throat and tilts my head exactly where he wants it, leaving no doubt who controls the angle, the pace, the moment.

My fingers dig into his shoulders; my hips arch forward, pressing against the hard ridge of his dick behind his jeans.

I break just enough to gasp against his lips. “Don’t you care that she’ll catch us?”

Saint groans into my mouth, the low rumble turning ragged as his fingers dig into my waist. Christ, I’ve never heard his control slip before.

Chapter 21

Saint

I watch her eyes flutter half-shut as my thumb hooks the waistband of her breeches. Her bare breasts brush the shirt beneath my open jacket with every quick rise of her chest.

The sight of her like this snaps something primal loose in my chest.

“I sent my sister into town,” I tell her, my voice low. “Told her we were short on wormer paste.”

The smile that curves her lips lights a match under the last thread of my restraint.

My hands move faster now, dragging the jeans down her hips in one rough pull. Denim and cotton scrape over her skin together, and she steps out of them on instinct to help.

“You drive me fucking insane,” I growl against her ear, palming her ass to lift her. “Been hard since breakfast thinking about bending ya over every surface in this yard.”

I hoist her onto the counter and position myself between her thighs, then work on unbuckling my belt. In a hurry, I shove my jeans and boxers to my ankles. My cock springs out, thick and aching, already leaking at the tip.

I fist myself once, rough, then notch against her. The cotton of her panties is drenched, and fuck, the ache inside me ramps up. With one finger, I hook the material aside and drag the head of my cock through her folds, watching her hips jerk, listening to the needy little whimper she makes.

“Feel that?” I mutter, voice thick. “That’s what you do to me. Every time you look at me, every time you fight back. It makes me wanna pin you down and fuck ya until you scream.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders. “What about that line in the sand?”

I continue to slide my dick through her slippery heat and rub her swollen clit with the head. “Do you think an invisible line is gonna stop me now?”

I drag it to her entrance and slide all the way in with one stroke. She cries out, and her walls clamp around me.

Fuck.

The sensation is so tight, so hot, so fucking perfect it whites out my vision for a second. Her skin is warm under my hands, goosebumps rising where I hold her. I sense every flutter, every pulse as she adjusts to me stretching her open again.

“You love this, don’t ya?” I growl, voice gravel-rough. “Love knowing I couldn’t stay away. Couldn’t stop thinking about touching ya all over again.”

I pull back so my dick almost slips out, then slam home again. Harder. Deeper. The counter rattles with each thrust and the wet slap mixed with the filthy moans spilling from her mouth is like music to my fucking ears.

She moans, the high pitch of it desperate, and it tells me she’s ready to let go. Even though my balls are tight and dick is throbbing, I can’t have everyone on the yard hearing her detonate.

I haven’t quite figured out why the hell I’m screwing her again, when I told myself to back off.