Page 71 of Lawless Rivals

His knuckles are bone-white now, and a muscle flickers in his jaw. He stares at me—eyes dark, pupils blown, his gaze tracing the line of my throat, the swell of my breasts, the way my stomach trembles with every shallow breath.

He wants to touch me. I know he does.

I inch closer and feel his thighs close in ever so slightly, and when I chew the corner of my mouth, my gaze drops to where his thick dick sits behind the zipper of his jeans.

Still, he doesn’t reach for me.

“Do you want me?” I whisper.

His throat works, and he leans forward, his eyes dark as he drags a thumb across my lower lip, parting it.

Saint exhales a rough, frustrated sigh, then places both hands over my breasts and squeezes. When I moan, he pinches my nipples hard enough to make me gasp, my back arching, pressing myself into his hold.

He makes a low, broken grunt in the back of his throat and lowers his face, his mouth closing over one nipple. As he sucks, those deep pulls drag a whimper out of me.

My fingers dig into his thighs, nails biting denim. Every flick of his tongue sends a fresh pulse straight to my clit. I’m wet for him all over again.

He switches to the other breast, teeth grazing just enough to force out another whimper. My hips rock forward, seeking friction against nothing but air.

He pulls away, his breath ragged against my shivery skin.

“Stand up,” he orders.

When I stand, his eyes devour me in slow sweeps from my face to my breasts, down to my navel.

“Sweatpants off.”

Given their baggy size, they fall down my legs with little effort and puddle at my ankles. I slip off the socks and kick everything else to the side.

He stays seated but moves to the edge and yanks me closer, widening his legs to slot me between them. Rough fingertips ghost over my hips, tracing the curve, dipping into the sensitive hollows above my pelvis, then skate across my belly, raising fresh goosebumps in their wake.

My stomach quivers under his touch.

“Part your legs for me.”

His hand moves between my thighs, and he hums out a thick rumble of satisfaction.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be this tempting.”

Two fingers slide through my wetness, parting me, finding how needy I am.

“Fuck, Keira…”

He slides one thick finger inside, and my knees almost give out. I grab his shoulders to stay upright, nails digging across his shirt. My legs tremble almost immediately when he drives in a second.

My breath comes in shallow, fractured pants. Every pump of his fingers creates more slickness, and every rub of my swollen clit winds the coil tighter, pleasure building so fast it borders on pain.

“Look at me,” he orders, his voice hoarse and thick.

I stare into his dark, stormy eyes and wonder if killing me would have been the kindest option because right now, I want him to pick me.

But he never will.

My hips jerk forward, chasing the pressure, grinding down onto his hand.

“I can’t—” Heat floods my cheeks. “I can’t hold it⁠—”

“Then don’t.”