Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
E MERALD
I duck under his arm, but he blocks my way. And an unnerving undercurrent unfurls between us.
“Don’t lie to me again, Emerald. You’re a lousy liar, and you won’t get away with it around me.”
I purse my lips. It’s problematic when a dress has a security tag. Not only is it uncomfortable, but it means I have to find a back door or staff exit to go through when I take it from a boutique. But it’s even more annoying when it means I get found out by someone like Saint. I’m awful at lying and just need to get away from him as quickly as possible.
I go to hurry past him and back toward the casino, but he pushes me up against the wall again. “I’m not letting you go that easily…”
Our eyes meet.
But it’s different this time.
I see more in his brown eyes. See how deep they are. How hot. How eager. For me.
He closes what little space remains between us.
My throat tightens.
His lips press up firmly against mine.
And all thoughts fly out of my mind like a ferocious wind seeking freedom in the skies. All I can feel are the demands of his mouth. The heat of his body. The pull of his need.
He parts my lips with his tongue, and grasping my head between his strong hands, he deepens the kiss, sucking my bottom lip and teasing it with his tongue.
I slowly meet his strokes. Breathe him in as I feel his tongue slick against mine. Exhaling softly, I tug him closer, his body grinding against mine as his tongue curls and flicks and teases me. And despite everything, I want him. Everything he’s offering and then some.
His passion scorches through me. Stoking the embers of desire low in my belly. I groan and arch my hips, rubbing against him, desperate for more as his deep kisses continue.
He feasts on me, devouring me however he can. His hands roam my body. Cupping my ass, he tugs me closer until his hands caress over my thighs and creep under my hem.
He groans, and I can feel how hard he is against me. He turns his hand to brush his knuckles over my panties with the barest of caresses.
I shudder. “Please...” It’s a ridiculous request. But I want him. And my pleasure is one thing I’ll let him take care of.
Groaning against my mouth, he kisses me in that same hungry way that has me squirming against him even more.
He jerks my tight dress up. Hitches it around my waist.
And for a moment, I freeze. “It’s broad daylight…”
“I won’t let anyone see,” he growls. His fingers caress the lace of my thong against my swollen folds.
I whimper as my body involuntarily arches into his hand.
“You won’t be worried in a few minutes. Not when you’re coming all over my hand .”
A low sound leaves my throat. It sounds vaguely like his name. But it doesn’t matter what I’m saying because he keeps touching me. Stroking me.
Until I want to give him what he wants. And as long as we both get the pleasure we need, nothing else matters right now.
“You’re soaking wet, Emerald. Soaked for me.” His harsh voice grits out in my ear before licking the spot just below. “As much as I want you loud and moaning for me, I want you quiet, so no one comes out. I need to make sure you finish.”
“Yes,” I breathe. I don’t want him to stop now. Can’t have him stop.
“ Good girl .”
His fingers push my thong to the side. And I hold my breath as he skims his fingers from my entrance to my aching clit. He presses his forehead to mine. “So hot and so fucking wet for me.”
He kisses me again, his tongue swirling and flicking to match the beat of his fingers.
I’m moaning at the increased pace.
My legs shake. My thighs tensing around his hand as I get closer with every strum of his fingers against my swollen clit.
My eyes flicker to the parking lot as I hear a car pull in. Someone’s going to see Saint pressing me into the wall, my dress hitched up, and his hand between my legs...
“Saint, we’ll get caught?—”
“That’s half the fun, baby,” he pants against my ear. “As hot as you are and as much as I’ve been fantasizing about you, this just makes it all the fucking hotter.”
“But someone from the casino might walk past?—”
He thrusts two thick fingers into my pussy, silencing me into a gasp. I whimper and bite my bottom lip.
“Bite me instead, baby. Let me feel how much you like my fingers...”
I press my face against his neck as I moan. His fingers curl deep inside me, caressing my G-spot again and again as his thumb works my clit. Teasing and playing with me until I’m weak and dizzy.
I cling to him. Gripping his arms and suit for dear life. Certain my legs are going to give out. “Saint, I...”
I look up and frantically check if the person who pulled into the lot is walking over to the casino yet.
But I can’t deny the risk of being seen adds another layer of thrill to what we’re doing.
I bite his neck and stifle my moan as he thrusts into me harder and faster.
“Hear that, baby? You’re so fucking dripping for me that I can hear my fingers fucking you,” he groans into me as he fills my pussy over and over again. “So wet, so tight, so fucking perfect, Emerald. I knew I’d like being with you, but you’re even better than I dreamed,” he praises, his voice husky and low.
I’m so close. My pussy keeps squeezing around his fingers, and my head falls back against the wall and to the side. I force myself to check if anyone’s approaching.
I hear someone...
But I don’t want him to stop. He can’t stop. Not now…
I stroke his cock through his pants, needing to feel him. But he shakes his head. “No, baby. This is all about you.”
He turns my chin to face him and kisses me deeper, hungrier. He grinds against me, his chest rubbing against my aching nipples while his fingers keep plunging into my pussy and his thumb keeps rubbing my clit.
He’s so damn overwhelming. How am I supposed to stay goddamn sane through this?
The footsteps I heard are getting fainter—thank God, it’s someone heading for the other entrance.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he growls before biting my bottom lip and thrusting his fingers as deep as possible.
My head falls back, and he kisses the length of my throat, sucking at the sensitive skin there. But I can’t stop worrying. “What if someone comes out and?—”
“What if you’re a good girl like I’ve ordered you to be? What if you come on my fingers just like I fucking want you to? What if you enjoy it so much that you want me to do it again and again?” His thick fingers spread inside me as he presses down on my clit.
I’m panting in his ear now. I groan as he curls his fingers every time he thrusts them into me.
His thumb circles my clit. Fast and determined. I know I’m going to come...
I dig my teeth into his shoulder.
Saint groans in my ear. “Come for me. Stop worrying about anyone else and be greedy. Come on my fingers, baby...”
My core clenches as everything tightens.
My head falls back again.
Every stroke of his fingers claims more of my sanity, more of my pleasure. “Saint,” I beg. “Please, I’m...”
“I know you are.” But still, he fucks me with his fingers, destroying my willpower and control until I’m whimpering against his mouth.
His eyes meet mine as I squeeze my thighs around his hand.
He manages to grit out one word between his clenched teeth as his hot gaze scorches me. “Come!”
I press my face to his neck and smother the cries that pour from my throat as I come apart around his fingers. My pussy pulses, spreading shudders of pleasure throughout my whole body until I slump against him, clutching onto him just to stay standing.
I hold onto him like this until my vision clears and I’m able to smooth down my dress. His head dips down to kiss me deeply again. And then he takes my hand and leads me back inside the casino.
I huff out a breath. How can he do that? Slip his fingers into me and order me to come, then act as if nothing happened at all?
He’s so damn cool, calm, and collected all the time.
Except that I know he isn’t.
Because I’ve just seen a very different side to him...