Page 46 of The Saint

“I want you too.”

“You do?” Innocent was not a word I’d ever thought to describe Jael. She was strong. Mischievous. A force to be reckoned with.

Yet the innocence wrapped up in her question made everything inside me ache.

“Always,” I told her, dropping a kiss to her forehead. “Forever.” I kissed the top of her nose. “Still.”

My lips were on hers again, my mouth swallowing her moans. Her fingers slid into my waistband, and I fumbled with her shirt, trying to pull it over her head. Never in my life had I felt so desperate. Never had I felt so much relief as when she pushed me aside and yanked off her shirt.

“Fuck, Jael.”

She smiled, this heartbreakingly gorgeous smile. “You called me by my name.”

Jael laughed as I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t keep my gaze away. A part of me wanted to stare because I was worried she wouldn’t stay. That she’d leave me once again, tearing my heart into a million more pieces, and I needed the sight of her to fill every last crevice in my soul.

The other part of me wanted to stare because every last inch of her was a fucking masterpiece.

Her breasts were bigger than they’d been when I last saw them as a teen. Dusty pink nipples tightened to furled peaks, skin smooth and silky and almost pale in comparison to the bronzing the sun had left on her shoulders and chest. That thumb-sized birthmark beneath her left breast that was slightly lighter than the surrounding skin. I committed it all to memory. I ate up the shivers that rippled across her flesh as I cupped each breast and smoothed my thumbs over her skin. I breathed in the gasp she let free when I sucked her nipple into my mouth.

Her hands slid into my hair as mine smoothed across her back, pulling her closer. My dick ached as her body settled into my lap. She wouldn’t sit still. She rocked against me, causing friction that would only cause problems. Would only end this before it could even begin.

Without a word, I flipped her onto her back. Laid her out on the cushions, her hair like a dark waterfall around her head. I fell in love with her lust-filled eyes as she stared up at me. And my heart stuttered when I reached for the waistband on my shorts and her hands reached out to stop me.

“Are you sure you want this?” Her question was so earnest, so solemn, everything inside me stopped. Jael’s hand left mine, curled around my cheek. “I want you to be sure, Rolly. I’m okay waiting if you’re not ready yet.”

Like an odd sense of déjà vu, her words hit me. I’d told her something similar for nearly two years, wanting to be sure she was ready before we took that final step. That she was turning those words around, turning them on me, bound some fractured piece of me together and made me feel that this was right.

“I want to,” I told her, making quick work of shucking my shorts. She shed hers just as quickly, and I was lost in the sight of her once more.

Bare before me, more beautiful than anything I’d ever seen, because she was the only thing I’d ever really wanted in my life. I smoothed my hands up her thighs, slid my thumbs into the slick wetness between her legs.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I murmured, my gaze slowly rising over every inch of her skin.

Ever impatient, she sat up and grabbed my face. “Kiss me.”

I shook my head as I gently pushed her back down to the bed. “I need to see this, carina.”

But it wasn’t just that. I wanted to feast upon her. Take in her scent, the sight of her, the feel of her under my hands, the warmth and the softness hidden by her cold, hard exterior.

I wanted to taste her. To have the sweetness of her on my tongue so I could know what my favorite flavor was and cherish it forever.

She squirmed under my attentive gaze, her hands clenching at her sides, knowing I’d chastise her if she tried to cover up. And she let out a gasp as I lowered my face and swiped my tongue between her legs.

“Fuck! Rolly!” Her fingers snagged in my hair as her hands clasped around my head. She groaned as I rolled my lips around her clit and sucked gently. She lifted her butt, trapped my head between her thighs, and rolled her hips in time with each deep press of my tongue.

I was in heaven. Her taste, her smell, each little noise she made as I stroked my tongue inside of her. Alternating long and short strokes, fast and slow, keeping her guessing while trying to get my fill. My teeth scraped against her clit, my fingers slid into the slick wetness of her, and her hold on my head faltered as every other muscle in her body tightened, her head thrown back, the quiet sounds she made unintelligible as she got lost in the convulsions exploding through her from the inside out.

I drank in every ounce of her, feeling it gluing my broken pieces together like a strange patchwork quilt. But I had a million more pieces that needed to set, and I wasn’t ready to quit.

Wiping my mouth on the back of my hand, I watched Jael blink herself back into consciousness. Her hair was a rat’s nest I’d be happy to spend eternity untangling. Her eyes were hooded, the look on her face woozy yet sated. And as this contented smile painted itself across her lips, I climbed over her, ready to taste her once again.

Her hands slid over my chest and around my back as she kissed me, more tentative than before. It made me wonder if she’d ever done this, ever tasted herself on someone else’s lips. I wanted it to be her first time. I wanted to hold all her firsts. I wanted her to know that I’d loved her my entire life.

The way she looked at me as the blunt head of my dick slid through the wet mess of her made me think, maybe, she already knew.

“Please, Rolly,” she whimpered, her legs wrapping around me and forcing me to dip inside of her. “I need you.”

Our eyes locked as I sank in deep. Though it felt so good mine nearly rolled to the back of my head, I forced myself to keep watch on her.