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“I think…” He pauses, choosing his words wisely. “You’re the most infuriating woman I have ever met.” Well, I was expecting that response. “You’re also the bravest,” he adds, which has me gasping. This is the second time he’s called me brave.
“I also think you like to see the good in everyone.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” I ask softly, leaning closer to him.
He shakes his head. “Not at all. That takes strength not to give up.”
His voice is smooth, and it’s sensory overload as his signature fragrance lingers between us. Being this close to him, I admire the intensity in his eyes, and the magnetic pull, which bounces between us, lures me toward his supple lips.
I shouldn’t want to kiss them, but…I do. This isn’t the first time this has happened, but unlike then, I don’t think I have the strength to pull away. “Whatever happens”—I close the small distance between us, so we’re inches apart—“know that I will never stop trying to find my way back home.”
The air between us is so thick, I almost can’t breathe.
His gaze never wavers from mine as he murmurs, “I know.”
A quiver rocks me low. Who knew two words could hold so much immoral promise? The world begins to spin, and I know it has nothing to do with the rum and everything to do with Saint—the most potent potion of all.
Everything hits me all at once, and no matter how badly I want him, I can’t forget what he did. Who he is. I need to leave. Yanking backward, I attempt to stand, but thanks to my universe being tipped on its axis, I only end up tumbling forward. On instinct, I reach for the first solid thing within reach, which just happens to be Saint’s bicep.
Memories smash into me of when we first met because just like then, I grabbed him, hoping he could anchor me. “Sorry,” I pant, trying to pull away, but his hand snaps out and overlaps mine.
Peering down at our connection, I try to fight this wickedness within, but when a lopsided smirk tugs at his lips, I am helpless to the temptation. Letting go, I will deal with the self-hate and consequences later, and I surrender…to the darkness.
The moment I press my lips to Saint’s, I know there is no turning back. He freezes, eyes wide, as he’s just as surprised as I am, but he doesn’t pull away. His mouth is warm, soft, and it instantly thaws out the chill to my soul.
I want more. I know he doesn’t like kissing, but I am powerless to stop.
His lips part, and I know he’s about to be the voice of reason, but I don’t want to see reason—I just want to feel. With that roaring to the surface, I move my lips against his, hopeful he feels the magnetism too.
He does.
He groans into my mouth, surrendering, and kisses me so fiercely, I’m propelled backward with the force. Every fiber of my body is on fire, but the sensation only has me shuffling closer, pressing us chest to chest. His tongue fights for domination, but we duel for control because being locked this way unleashes a feral need within me.
I loop my arms around his nape, running my hands through his long hair. We both moan at the connection. He drags me onto his lap, and I wrap my legs around his waist, pressing my core against his enormous erection.
It pleases me to know I affect him just as he affects me.
He pulls away and bites my bottom lip. My eyes roll to the back of my head. He continues devouring my mouth, leaving me breathless as our kisses are soaked in utter passion. He controls the depth, the speed when he loops his fingers around the back of my neck.
I’m helpless and yield because his dominance leaves me slick and wanting more.
His tongue delves in deep, evoking a whimper from me with the slow, hypnotic dance. I can’t get close enough and press my body into his. The barbell in his nipple is hard against me, and for some reason, it stirs my insatiable hunger.
I want to touch him, but I’m terrified. There is something deeper running between us. Something far more powerful than just a physical attraction as emotion drives my actions.
The kiss intensifies, and I tug at his hair, needing to grip onto something as I’m afraid I’ll float away. He groans low as it seems he likes the aggression, which is no surprise. But so do I. His beard scrapes my skin, but the burn adds to the desire, and I angle my head to consume him whole.
With one hand fisted around my hair, he sweeps the other down my body, coming to rest at my waist. He works his way under my tank and begins to stroke along the small of my back. The gentle action combined with his kisses have me mewling and sagging into his touch.
My skin breaks out into tiny goose bumps, and my nipples instantly pebble. I am so turned on, but so is he. I can’t help myself and begin to slowly rock my hips, his hard-on striking me in the most perfect way.
Unable to resist but with a wavering touch, I run my fingertips along his broad shoulders and down his firm arms. He is warm and strong, and being able to touch him so openly feels good. I continue my journey, leaving a heated trail across his chest before I circle his barbell softly.
He hums low, expressing his approval.
My lips are swollen, but I continue kissing him without apology as I make my way down his stomach. His abs feel like granite beneath my fingers, and I have the urge to run my tongue across each ridge.
He suckles my bottom lip and cups my ass, encouraging me to ride him harder. I do.
