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Oh, it’s hard alright!
“Stop it, Lexy!” I inwardly scold myself.
My shoulders square, trying to appear unbothered. “Gotta keep that body in tip-top shape for the new wife,” I spit, attempting to get out of his way again.
His hand grips my shoulder, forcing me back.
“Fucking quit this already, Lexy,” he warns.
I cock my head to the side. “Or what, Saint?”
He steps into me. He’s so close I can feel the heat radiating off his body. Leaning down, he angles his face to my neck, whispering, “Your jealousy is showing, Angel. Makes me rock fucking hard.”
Snarling, my face angles toward his. “Fuck you, Saint.”
He lifts his hand, his tattooed knuckles gently caressing my cheek. I follow his tongue, swiping across his bottom lip.
“I’d gladly fuck you. You only have to say the word.”
“I hate you.”
His jaw ticks, moving his hands to either side of my face to cage me in against the wall, his face moving closer to mine. “Keep telling yourself that, baby.”
A thoughtful look crosses my face. “I wonder if Lucas and Logan is coming tonight. Be nice to see him again.”
Jaw hardening, his hand wraps around my throat, forcing my head to look up at him. A growl rumbles from his throat, his hips pressing into my center, pinning my back tight against the wall.
“Don’t test me, Angel. I’ve been giving you space because I know you’re pissed at me, but that’s about to change.”
My pulse races, remembering all the times he fucked me up against the wall of my bedroom with his hands wrapped around my throat and my legs locked tight around his waist.
He wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t do soft. Sex with Saint left me feeling the after-effects for days. We’ve used every position imaginable until he learned what I like best. What my body craved the most. Nothing was off-limits with him. And me…I couldn’t get enough.
Ever so gently, his hand leaves my throat to travel to my chest, the pads of his fingertips brushing past my hardened nipple.
My jaw drops to take in a shaky breath and as hard as it is for me to admit, I’ve missed the feel of his hands on my body.
“I’ve starved you of my touch for too long, Angel. It’s time my cock reminds you who you belong to.”
Eyes locked in battle, the tension between us is so palpable that it seeps through our pores.
Lips parting, I open my mouth to say something, almost crumbling at the heat in his hooded gaze.
“FUCK IT.”
He crashes his lips to mine in a punishing kiss, extinguishing my fiery resolve. My hands move of their own volition to the back of his neck, bringing him in closer as his tongue dominates my mouth, demanding entry and deepening the kiss. My legs begin to quiver as the wall I’ve spent the past few weeks building between us obliterates to smithereens in a matter of seconds.
“Saint. Lexy,” my mom’s voice calls our names from somewhere around the house, stopping him from taking this further like I know he wants to. Like I know I want to.
When neither of us answered, she called our names a second time, causing my heart to flutter dangerously at the prospect of getting caught. Then I remind myself that it’s all I’ll ever be. A secret never to be shared. Never to be voiced aloud.
He must see the change in my eyes because, this time, he steps away before we’re caught in a compromising position that would be very difficult to explain.
Taking the opportunity, I rush past him and storm into my room, slamming the door.
How dare he with his starved-of-touch bullshit. How dare he worm his way back in with the press of his lips against mine.
Is this all a big game to him?
