Page 54 of Ride or Die

A growl rumbled low in Saint’s throat, and he flipped them over, bracing himself above her.

“Is this what you want?” he asked.

He didn’t move until she answered. “Yes.” Please. “I’m on the pill.”

“Good to know.” She couldn’t see his face well in the dark.

He lowered his mouth to hers and nudged her legs apart to fit his hips closer. Riley moaned. Her skin was hypersensitive to the thin fabric separating them.

She explored the muscles along his back, the raised edges of nicks and scars where his history was written on his skin. Her hips moved of their own accord, and she didn’t care if it made her needy.

“Take what you want,” Saint rumbled as he rolled his hips against hers. She scrambled closer without thought, pressing herself into him.

Is this what it’s like when you actually want someone?

The rush was a live wire, and she felt on the edge of control. She needed more. She hitched her thumbs in his sweatpants and struggled to push them while staying as close as she could. She wanted him. Needed him. He laughed softly and nipped her lip but didn’t help. His movements were slow, unhurried, and a thread of frustration melded with the heat that coursed through her belly. Her knuckles skimmed the muscular ridge of his hip, and she tried to follow it further with her fingers.

He laughed and used his weight to pin her hands between them.

“Saint.” She didn’t mean for it to come out as a whine.

“Use your words, Ri.”

Her nickname tasted good in his mouth, and his voice wrapped around her.

She couldn’t form words when her skin was on fire and desperation pooled between her thighs. “Please, Saint,” she said, grazing her teeth along his neck. “Now.”

He responded with a low hum, and it made her want to do it again and again.

“We have all the time in the world,” he murmured. She made a wordless sound of frustration.

He kissed her deeper and trailed his nose down her neck. She panted and twisted, but he maintained control without stopping what he was doing. Riley didn’t know what he wanted, and every time she tried to reach for him, he didn’t let her. He forced her attention back to his mouth; soft kisses and the scrape of teeth that drove her wild.

He was in charge, and there was nothing she could do about it.

Relief flooded her, and she arched her back, bowing off the bed.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “I want you to stop thinking. Just feel.”

She sighed and sank into the bed.

He collected both her wrists in one hand, holding them against her stomach, thumb stroking the soft skin as he kissed his way down the centre of her body. Stubble scraped between her breasts, and he nipped her finger. She laughed softly into the dark. She felt him smile against her skin as he kissed lower.

Riley let her knees fall apart at his unspoken question.

A kiss grazed her inner thigh in reward, and the dark focused her attention to where his breath touched her body.

Saint splayed a hand over her lower belly and held her hips against the bed. His tongue lashed against her clit in a long stroke, and she jerked as a gasp leapt from her mouth. Everything narrowed to where his mouth touched her, and nothing else existed.

He released her hands, and she grabbed the sheets as he explored with his tongue. He circled her nipple with his free hand and closed his fingers over it, pinching gently. She rolled in waves of warm pleasure as he sucked and licked at her in a rhythm that tipped her hips up as everything clenched tight. The intensity melded and detonated in a rush of heat, and she lifted off the bed as her core tightened. She gasped in surprise at the sudden orgasm and then relaxed into radiating waves of bliss that melted her bones and took all the tension out of her body. Harsh breaths filled the room. His lips found her hip, and he kissed it gently, like he could tell how sensitive her skin had become.

She caught her breath and slowly came back into her body.

“Whoa,” she whispered.

“Beautiful,” he said, kissing her cheek as he settled next to her, resting his hand on her stomach. Her mind quieted. That never happened.

Saint trailed his fingertips over her skin. “Better now?”