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I lifted my chin. "I see you're making sure your clause is religiously followed."
"Yeah, I am. Are you going to be seeing him again?"
Now I was really pissed. "And what bloody business is it of yours? From the moment we decided to do this, you’ve held me at arm’s length. All I’ve wanted to do is ask you some questions and sit down and talk to you. But then you kissed me and walked away and said we need to figure out a contract before you kissed me again. And then you barely speak to me for a week."
"And then you lied to me about going to fucking Croatia."
My eyes went wide. "How dare you? I'm not a prisoner. Look, you've done me a favor. You gave me a place to stay and you protected me, but this is bullshit. I didn't sign up for this. I'll just go stay with Gemma."
"The fuck you will." He started closing the gap between us and I backed up. For every step I took back, he stepped forward, crowding me.
Finally, I planted my feet and stared back at him.
"If you think you're going to run after Rourke, you have another think coming."
A shiver ran up my spine, but I held his gaze. "Oh yeah? How are you going to stop me?"
His gaze traveled from my eyes down to my lips and lingered there. The hum in my blood gave me several ideas on just how he planned to get there. He bit his bottom lip, and I had to visibly clamp my teeth to help me keep from moaning. Oh Jesus, Lord. Everything about Jasper Saint was a goddamn problem. "Why did you come out naked?"
"I didn't come out naked. I had a towel on."
I laughed. "The towel barely covered anything."
"It covered the important bits."
"You did it on purpose."
He cocked his head with a willful smile. "Prove it."
I shook my head and tried to squirm around him, but he barricaded his arm against the wall right next to my head to keep me from moving.
I tried the other side and he did the same thing with the other hand.
"Now, like I said, where the fuck do you think you're going?"
"Anywhere away from here. This is a mistake."
"The hell it is." And then he slammed his lips down on mine, wrapping his hands into my hair and around my body. He pulled me tight against him. All I could do was hold on for the ride.
Saint kissed like he was starving. Like this was the only opportunity he would ever get to eat again. It was a clash of teeth and tongues. And then I pulled him closer. I wanted more. I wanted to drink from him. I wanted everything he could give me. I was so desperate, needing him to do something about that ache between my thighs. That ache that had been there from the moment of that first kiss at the auction. The ache that had kept me from sleeping properly for weeks now. I just neededhim to do something about it. He had what I needed. I would do anything to get it, and I was afraid he knew that.
He bent down and picked me up, and I had no choice but to wrap my legs around him like the last time. He backed me up against the wall again. This time his hands slid up my legs under my skirt, grasping my arse, kneading the muscle and hitching my hips just so I could feel the blazing-hot, rigid length of his erection against my pulsing heat. All he was doing was making me ache so much worse.
Oh, good God, I just needed him to give me everything.
His teeth scraped along my neck and his whisper was harsh. "You fucking smell delicious. Coconut and lime has been driving me bananas for fucking weeks. It permeates the whole goddamn house."
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not. You are a naughty little thing, and you are not sorry. You do it on purpose."
When he saidon purpose, he deliberately ground his cock against me, and I whimpered. "Are you not doing this on purpose? You walked out here naked on purpose. I kept wondering if I was going to see your dick peek out beneath the towel."
"Yeah, I wondered if you could see it."
My eyes went wide. He lifted his head to meet my gaze, and his dirty little smirk made me want to hit him. But he caught my hand swiftly before I could even strike out and then caught the other one. Held both of them in one of his enormous hands before kissing me again. When he drew back, he whispered against my lips. "Ah, there's my little Sprite."
I struggled in his hold, knowing full well I wasn't going anywhere until he felt like releasing me. He carried me through the foyer. I thought he was taking me back to the living room, but no, we went further. Then he went left into the mainbedroom. The enormous corner in the back hall where I never ventured. His room. All I could do was swallow hard. Did I want this?
