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I cried out when my back hit the wall “Jasper!”
"Need more,” Saint panted as he adjusted his hips. And before I knew it… holy shit!
The full length of him, hot, insistent, was pressing into my center. And all I could do was exhale a shuddering breath at the stab of desire that threatened to make me implode.
This kind of kiss wasn't a run of the mill kiss brought on by a sentimental hug. This was a Leonidas and Gorgo, return-of-the-conquering-hero kind of kiss. This was what it felt like to be claimed. This kind of annihilating kiss was pure sensation, need, and full-on desperation.
I slid my hands into his hair, tugging and pulling him closer, wiggling my hips, trying to get that deeper connection. He growled at my movements, dragging his lips from mine, dropping his forehead to mine. Ragged breaths kept propelling out of his lungs and I matched him chest fall to chest fall. We stood there like that for a long moment, my legs wrapped around him, fingers in each other’s hair, my vision unfocused as I tried to lift my lids.
What the fuck just happened?
Saint eased back, his motion pulling me back from the wall. I loosened my legs, and he helped ease me back to the floor. Standing there glancing from my eyes to my lips, he cleared his throat. "You never have to go out of your way to say thank you again, Kaya."
I should say something. Except I had no words because someone had stolen my last brain cell. It wasn't my fault. Honestly, it wasn't.
When he spoke again, his voice was firmer, more in control. "Back to what you said in the car. I'll make an addendum to the contract."
"Is that necessary?"
He took a half step toward me and then growled. “After that? Fuck yes, we need the paperwork.” Then he forced himself to take a step back. "Considering the things I’m wanting to do to you right now, yes. It’s one hundred percent necessary. I'm going to have it drafted, and then you are going to sign it. And just so we're both clear, no way in hell is this relationship going to stay platonic."
CHAPTER 22
SAINT
I didn't even look backat her as I stormed into my room and headed straight to the bathroom. I deliberately avoided looking at the bed. I needed to wash her off me or my cock would be harder than steel the rest of the night.
I was in a burning inferno of my own making.
The kiss had been unplanned. I hadn't expected her to hug me. I hadn't expected her to wrap her arms around me like I was the sole person keeping her alive. How was I supposed to prepare for the tectonic plate shifting of my soul when she hugged me like that?
There was something grounding about someone counting on you, depending on you. It added to your purpose, that sense of responsibility. It didn’t weigh me down like I thought it would. I don’t think Elise ever depended on me for anything. No matter how I felt toward her, she could always stand on her own two feet without interference from me. But now, to see someone so open with how they were feeling.Fucking hell. It was torture.
Torture because I had no idea what to fucking do or what she was feeling. She’d just hugged me. I, in return, had ground my dick into her. Bloody brilliant. She’d been grateful that I had been there for her as she went through the difficult times andretrieved her mother's things. The whole evening turned into a mess when we got caught, but she'd taken that like a champ. Squared her shoulders, been ready and willing to deal.
I admired that about her. Even when something was terrifying, she got on with it. I could probably use more of that in my life.
And then she hugged you. And you liked it… a little too much.
I could still feel her breasts plastered against my chest. Her arms were surprisingly strong as they wrapped around me. Her body tight as she silently begged me not to reject her. I could feel her tentativeness in every touch. All of theis this okayquestions surfacing with every hitch of her breath.
Little did she know I was the one who was desperate to give in despite the promise I’d made. I was serious about the contract. It would help me stall, but I had no intention of getting married. I still had several aces to play. I just had to hold on.
But there’s no resisting her.
I shut out the truth and lied to myself as I hid from her in the shower. My cock insistently bobbed as if to ask, ‘Why are we resisting her again?’
Because she’s too vulnerable. And how about you are still fucking lying to her.
Son of a bitch, this conscience of mine was going to drive me to drink.
Tugging off my shoes at the bathroom door, I kicked them aside. I shook off my shirt, getting stuck at my sleeves and angrily tugging off my cufflinks. I could not move quickly enough. The sooner I did this, the better off I would be. The freer I would be of her scent, because if I let it linger, it would drive me insane. Slowly. Deliberately.
Coconut and lime wrapped up into one delectable dessert that was her.
I turned the water on and stripped off my trousers and boxers. My dick was making its ever happy appearance, bobbing straight up to my stomach, glowering at me for letting her go in the first place. "Mate, you know why we can't do that."
He just bobbed back at me as if to indicate that he had no idea why the fuck we could not.
