Page 99 of My Fallen Saint

“Ever been rock climbing? I’m thinking it could be our next adventure,” he says when I shake my head. “I think you’d like it. Power. Danger. It hits all your hot buttons.”

I take his hand and slide it inside my panties.

“This is the only hot button you need to worry about right now,” I tell him as his fingertip teases my clit. “And right now, you’re the only thing I want to climb.”

“All the way to the top, baby.”

I slide my hand down, then stroke his shaft. “Then again, a few times more around the track wouldn’t be bad.” I tug his briefs down just enough for his cock to spring free. It’s thick and perfect, and I run my fingertip along the vein as he arches his head back and groans, then murmurs, “Oh, fuck yes,” as I bend over to taste the bit of pre-cum at the tip.

I cup my hand around him. “I do like the feel of this gear shift,” I tease.

“Hop on and I’ll take you for a ride.”

“Oh, no,” I say. “I’m in the driver’s seat now.” I slide up his body, letting my belly stroke his cock as I move over him. Then I tease my way up his neck with kisses, relishing the way his beard tickles my skin.

Slowly, I trace the tip of my tongue along his scar line, then lightly kiss his bisected brow before using my hands to steady me as I lift myself up and look at his face. His eyes are closed, but he opens them as I’m gazing down. The instant he does, I feel that whumph of shock. A lightning strike of sensual connection. My nipples tighten against my bra, and my panties are positively soaked.

I brush my lips lightly over his, then use the tip of my tongue to trace that little hint of beard that extends from his lower lip to connect with the whiskers that cover his chin and jaw line. “I really do like this,” I say, as I graze my lips over his beard as I move closer to his ear. “I especially like how it feels on my skin. I want to feel it on my inner thighs when you fuck me with your tongue and fingers.”

He makes a low, groaning noise, but I don’t give him a chance to say anything. Instead, I kiss him hard, exploring and tasting him, losing myself in the ferocity with which he kisses me back, then tugging on his lower lip before I work my way back down his body until I’ve reached his cock once again.

I use my hand to stroke him at the same time as I tease the tip of my tongue along his glans, rewarded when he fists the bedspread on either side of him, the muscles in his abs tightening with obvious strain. I start to take him fully into my mouth, but he growls in protest, then cups me under my arms and pulls me up to him with such ferocity I gasp.

“What—”

But I don’t get the question out. Instead, he flips me over, effectively switching our positions as he’s now straddling me. I laugh and wriggle beneath him. “Well, now you’ve done it,” I say. “I was just about to take you on the ride of your life.”

“Don’t worry, baby. I think tonight we’ll both make it to heaven.” He takes my wrists and stretches my arms above my head, using his knees against my hips to hold me in place as he deeply and thoroughly kisses me.

I open to him, my mouth, my body. Adrenaline surges through me, and I’m hot with need, my skin prickly, and though his kisses are deep and hard, I want more of him. All of him.

“More,” I beg. “Touch me, Devlin, please, fuck me. And make it rough. I want to feel you tomorrow. In every single muscle.”

“Rough?” he repeats, lifting a brow. “What an interesting invitation. But what if I’d rather go slow? What if I want to tease you first, light and gentle, until you’re about to lose your mind?”

I close my eyes, arching my head back as he brushes his lips down my throat.

“I want to watch you lose yourself, El.”

He whispers the words, but I hear them clearly. The words. My name—El.

I know what it means, and I tremble, overwhelmed by emotion. And when I open my eyes I see the passion of his words reflected on his face.

“Devlin—”

His lips curve in the hint of a smile, but he hushes me with a fingertip to my lips. “I want you to explode,” he whispers as I melt under his words and touch. “And I want to know that I’m the one who took you there.”

He shifts his hold on my arms, capturing both my wrists in one of his, then uses the other to trace the cup of the bra I’m still wearing. The touch is as light as a butterfly’s kiss, and I whimper as he teases one cup down, freeing my breast.

“Oh, baby,” he says as he runs his thumb over my nipple. “You like this.”

“Yes.” The word is barely breath. “Please.”

“Please? Please what?” His fingers pinch my nipple and I suck in air as a hot wire of need shoots straight to my core. “Do you want my mouth here, sucking on this beautiful tit? Or do you want my fingers in your pussy?”

I wiggle my hips, because I’m too far gone now, and can’t seem to wrangle even a word.

“Or maybe you want me to fuck you so hard you scream my name and don’t even care if anyone in the other RVs hears you?” I whimper, but he doesn’t relent, just bends closer to my ear and says, “You want it rough? I could flip you over, pull down those panties and spank that beautiful ass.”