Chapter Eleven #2
She groaned and tried to turn into him, but he held her against him with a hand splayed across her lower belly as he continued to ravage her mouth.
He could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her tank top and her nipples hardening against his forearm.
The slight sound of frustration she made only fueled the fire in his blood.
After a few seconds, she gave in and melted against him, grabbing onto the arm that held her chin with one hand as though afraid he’d release her.
Not a chance in hell.
Who knew how long he stood there in the moonlight, mapping every corner of her mouth and growing impossibly hard against her.
Every time she shifted, her ass rubbed against his aching cock, and he had to grit his teeth to keep from grinding into her like a desperate teenager.
Eventually, he gave her a moment to breathe, pulling back only far enough to see the dazed look in her eyes and admire her kiss-swollen lips.
She was disheveled and wide-eyed as she gulped air, so sexy he could barely think.
Too bad sexy-woman-induced insanity wouldn’t fly as a defense with Copper.
Beth blinked and seemed to come back to earth. “Saint, that was…” She shook her head. “Touch me,” she whispered. “Give me more.”
He released her chin, sliding his hand to her neck, where he rested it without squeezing. Beth stared at him with absolute trust, and after what she’d been through recently, he didn’t take that lightly. It made him feel like a king whose throne rested atop the highest mountain.
“Beth, if we do this, there’s no going back.”
The cat already clawed its way out of the bag, so no point in trying to wrangle it back in now.
“I know. I… I still want it. I want you, Saint.”
That’s all he needed to know. He kissed her again as his hands went to the button on her jean shorts. Pausing, he nipped her lip then waited for her breathless, “Yes. Please, yes, Saint,” before flicking the button open and lowering the zipper.
He flexed his erection into her back while sliding his hand into her panties, where he found her soaked. She immediately flexed her hips, increasing the contact. “Damn,” he whispered against her mouth. “Feeling needy, baby?”
“Guess you were right. He didn’t give me what I needed.”
Something dark and primal twisted in him. “Don’t mention that motherfucker again, especially not when my hand is in your fucking pants.” He punctuated the hardened command by brushing his thumb over her clit. “He doesn’t belong anywhere near us.”
Beth gasped as she shivered. “I won’t.”
He circled her opening, dipping his fingertip in, then swirling around again, loving the way she jerked and whimpered. “You wanna come?” he asked before nipping her lower lip.
“Yes.”
“Out here? Where anyone could drive by?” He stilled his hand, and she groaned. “Or should we head back to my place for some privacy?”
“No.” She shook her head and gyrated her hips. “Too far. I can’t wait. Please, Saint.”
“Please what, gorgeous?”
“Please make me come.”
“Such a good girl, asking so nicely,” he said as he slid one long finger inside her tight, wet pussy.
“Oh God.” Her walls clamped around him immediately, silky and scorching hot, gripping him like she never wanted to let go. He groaned against her temple as he drew out slowly, his finger glistening in the moonlight, before pushing back in.
“Good?” It was so hot and slick inside her, he couldn’t think of anything but how amazing the same grip would feel strangling his cock. He’d last about thirty seconds if he ever got inside her.
“S-so good. More. Please, more.”
He kissed her as he slid a second finger inside her, stretching her, and she moaned into his mouth, a broken, desperate sound that went straight to his dick.
He was so hard it hurt, his cock leaking in his jeans, but he didn’t care.
All that mattered was the wet heat clenching around his fingers and the way she rocked against his hand, fucking herself on him.
“That’s it,” he growled against her lips. “Take what you need, baby. Use me.”
She whimpered and moved faster, her hips rolling in a rhythm that made him want to bend her over his bike and bury himself inside her until neither of them could walk. He curled his fingers, searching for that spot, and when he found it, she cried out so loud it echoed off the mountains.
“Saint!” she shouted into the quiet night, her head falling back against his shoulder.
He latched onto her exposed throat, sucking hard enough to leave a mark—a brand that said she’d been his tonight, even if only for these stolen minutes.
His hand was fucking soaked, her arousal running down his wrist, and the obscene wet sounds of his fingers pumping in and out of her filled the night air.
“So fucking pretty,” he rasped against her skin, kissing his way up her neck to her jaw. “So wet for me. You have any idea how bad I want to drop to my knees and lick this pussy until you scream?”
She grabbed his forearm with both hands, digging her nails into the tattooed skin hard enough to sting as she used him for leverage. “I’m close,” she gasped. “God, Saint, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
A low, possessive rumble left his chest. “Come for me, Beth. Let me feel this pretty pussy squeeze my fingers. Show me what I do to you.”
He captured her mouth as he rubbed tight, fast circles over her swollen clit with his thumb.
Her whole body went rigid, her back arching, and then she shattered, clenching around his fingers in rhythmic pulses as she screamed into his mouth.
Her knees gave out completely, and he caught her weight easily, holding her up as wave after wave crashed through her.
She trembled for long seconds while he worked her through the powerful orgasm. Kissing became impossible as she lost coordination and focus. Instead, he kept his forehead pressed to hers, sharing the air.
After a few moments, the quakes slowed, and she blinked with heavy lids. “H-holy shit,” she whispered with a light chuckle. “That was… God, Saint, that was intense.”
He watched her as he slowly removed his hand from her pants, his fingers coated and shining. Her slightly disappointed grumble brought a smile to his face. She was beautiful like this—soft, sated, and staring at him like he hung the damn moon.
He lifted his hand, wet with her arousal, and held her gaze as he brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean one by one. Her lips parted, her breath catching, as she watched him taste her.
“Fuck,” he groaned. She was sweet, musky, and absolutely addicting. He could eat her for hours.
Before she could speak, he ran his thumb across her lower lip, leaving a trace of her own arousal behind. Her eyes widened, but he didn’t give her time to react. He leaned in and sucked her lower lip into his mouth, chasing her flavor.
“Delicious,” he whispered when he released her. “Can’t wait to bury my tongue in your pussy and make you come on my face.”
Next time? Fuck, you did not say that.
“N-next time?”
He’d said it. It was a promise he couldn’t make.
Shouldn’t make. Tonight had been charged with a host of emotions.
In the light of day, when they realized how far they’d jumped over the line, he’d bet she wouldn’t want a repeat.
And he’d force himself to forget her sweet scent or the way her flavor was more potent than any drug he’d sampled.
This was a one-shot moment of insanity. He’d got to see her come, to make her come, and now it was over.
And if his president found out, he’d skin Saint alive.
Fuck, what had he done?
He cleared his throat. “I should get you back,” he said as he released her.
Beth blinked and stepped back. Her hands went to her shorts, fastening them immediately.
“Shit, uh, yeah. We’ve probably been here longer than we realized.
” A strained laugh bubbled out of her, full of tension they hadn’t experienced before.
“What about… um…” Her cheeks flushed, and she gestured toward the bulge in his jeans.
The one that wouldn’t go anywhere until he got home and took himself in hand. “What about you?”
“Not sure you wanna get caught out here with my dick in your hand. Who knows who might drive by?”
If she found his sudden change in attitude hurtful, she didn’t let on. “Right,” she said with an awkward huff. “Good point. So, I guess, you can drop me off at my parents’, if that’s okay.”
He nodded. “Sure.”
Without another word, she walked to his bike and climbed on.
When he sat himself in front of her, she settled her hands on his side with the lightest, most impersonal grip she could manage, basically holding the sides of his coat but not him.
Even the night he’d found her in Texas, she’d sat closer and held him tighter.
Now she seemed to want anything but to be near him.
That was probably for the best.
He kicked the bike into action and pulled out onto the windy mountain roads.
As they drew closer to his president’s house, the fact that he had made a huge-fucking-mistake slammed into him like a sledgehammer.
No matter how loudly he told himself this was one and done, now that he’d had his hands and mouth on Beth, he didn’t think he could resist another chance to touch her if the opportunity presented itself, which meant he’d have to keep his distance.