Chapter 51
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
S AINT
I press Emerald into the elevator wall as soon as the doors close. The smile on her face is a permanent fixture today, and I plan to keep it there for as long as I possibly can. Watching her walk toward me down that stupidly glittery aisle made my chest ache and body grow hard.
She’s perfect.
Perfect and mine .
Her laugh fills the space as I press in closer. “Really? You can’t wait a whole two minutes?”
“ No, not when it comes to my wife ,” I growl. My lips drop to her jaw, her neck, skimming my nose along the column. I inhale the heady scent of her and let myself tumble over some metaphoric ledge to just get lost in her. This woman, my wife —that’s a fucking trip every time the thought pops into my mind—is everything I never wanted but everything I needed.
I don’t know what I did to deserve someone like Emerald in my life, but I’d have done it sooner if I knew this would be the outcome.
“Saint,” Emerald laughs breathlessly, and the sound goes straight to my dick.
The elevator dings, and I don’t waste any time before scooping her off the ground and into my arms. Five long strides later, and I’m swiping the keycard to the penthouse suite at the most expensive hotel in Vegas. Did I need to splurge the way I have? No. But I don’t really care as long as the bed’s big enough.
I trap Emerald beneath me as the door closes. “Alone at fucking last.”
She gives a glowing grin, looping her arms around my neck. “It’s so convenient that Jacquetta offered to take the girls shopping and Christian is taking Jaspar to a movie.”
“I think they know we’ll be otherwise occupied for the foreseeable future.”
Her grin grows, and I push her into the door a little more, my leg slotting between hers as my head dips, dropping my lips along her neck.
I pull back and look at her. My wife.
Fucking finally.
I brush the inky hair back from her face. “I love you, Emerald.”
“I love you too.”
“Good.”
“Now just shut up and kiss me, Saint.” And our mouths crash into each other in a crazed, desperate display of need and desire. I grip the back of her thighs, winding her legs around my waist as her fingers sink into my hair, our bodies working in unison to get as close as physically possible.
I carry her to the bed, laying her against its plush comforter. The thought of how Emerald feels around me, in my arms, the taste of her, has been distracting me all goddamn day.
I should have known that the moment Emerald sat in that car and thought I was a cop, I was a goner.
And I should have known she was going to be the best kind of trouble .
I pull back and nudge her nose with mine. “I plan to take my time with you, Emerald. So that you know just who you belong to.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and she nods. Fuck me if it doesn’t have me harder by the second. “Good. Because I plan on making sure you know who you belong to as well,” she says in a husky voice.
Jesus. Christ. And all the fucking saints. This woman is going to make me come like some teenager before I even get the chance to sink inside her.
Her body writhes under me, desperately searching for something to dull the ache I know is building between her thighs.
My hand pulls the zipper at the back of her dress. And it’s on the floor with one firm shuck.
My mouth waters. “Emerald…”
“Yeah?”
She has the goddamn audacity to play innocent when she’s laying beneath me in some barely-there lingerie set in white lace. Fuck .
“You had that on the whole time?”
“Yes,” she practically purrs.
“Expensive?”
“No.”
“ Stolen ?”
“No.”
“ Good .” My hand cups her breast beneath the lace. I hear her moan as my thumb flicks over the nipple.
My fingers dip down between her breasts, over the intricate pattern of lace, over her belly, until I reach her legs. And I spread her thighs.
And grabbing at her thong, I smirk as I give a sharp pull until I hear the sound of the fabric ripping.
“You could have just taken it off,” she huffs.
“No, it’s more fun this way. Grab onto the headboard, baby. You’re gonna need it.”
I don’t give her a second to think before I dive in, hooking her legs over my shoulders. My tongue teases at her slick folds as I groan into her. Wet. Hot. Delicious. And all fucking mine.
A needy sound leaves her as my tongue runs over her seam, circling over her clit in just the way I know will make her see stars.
Her loud desperate moan fills the room.
My hands trail up the back of her thighs, sinking my fingers into the full curves of her ass as I suck her clit into my mouth and make her body buck into mine.
She’s writhing and moaning beneath me, shaking and trembling with need, and that stupid caveman part of my brain takes over.
As she pulls at my hair, a satisfied moan leaves me and vibrates through her, the feel of her nails dragging against my scalp just right as my dick juts hard against my pants.
And just when I think she’s going to come undone, I pull away and smirk again. The heavy-lidded look she gives me sends another thrill racing through my body.
I drag my finger along her wet slit as my eyes burn into her. And her lips part, and she gasps as I sink two fingers into her, sliding in further and further until I hit that spot that drives her wild.
Her head falls back as she moans.
I pump my fingers in and out of her, my pace increasing as I move my mouth back over her.
In and out, my fingers move in time with my tongue.
She shakes and trembles.
I know she’s on the cusp of coming.
Her fingers tug harder. She’s wound up and whimpers my name. “Saint…” I can hear how she’s panting as she tries to ride my fingers and tongue. “Saint…I’m gonna?—”
But her words are cut off by her loud moan as she spasms and screams. Her body bucks and thrashes around my fingers. And I sit back, pulling my fingers free. And once I know her eyes are back on me, I suck my fingers into my mouth.
She whimpers again, and I stand at the edge of the bed. In no time at all, I’m bare before her. My dick hard and ready. “That’s one, baby. Let’s see how many we can get before the sun comes up, huh?”
Another low sound leaves her, but I see her grin. She’s enjoying this as much as I am.
“Headboard. Grip it.”
Languidly, she rolls over to her side before she gets to her knees. Hand reaching out to grip the upholstered headboard, her head bows against the pillows as she spreads her legs, trying to watch me as she does so.
And fuck me if that doesn’t almost completely undo me.
I climb behind her, positioning myself just right. The mere glide through her slickness has me panting. Up and down, I rub my dick through her folds, taking extra time to circle her oversensitive clit.
She shudders, and I kiss her shoulder blade, pulling off the remains of the ruined lacy thong so that she’s completely bare to me.
All mine.
She whimpers with need as my hands glide over her skin, memorizing the feel of every inch of it beneath my fingers. Taking my time. Teasing her. Kissing up her neck and jaw as I line myself up and sink into her in one hard thrust.
She moves with me, thrust for thrust, pushing back into me as her ass bounces against me. The angle lets me go even harder, deeper with each jerk of my hips.
I cup the perfect curve of her waist, fingers splaying just slightly over the small mound of her stomach. The noises she’s making tell me I’m not going to last long at this rate. “You’re mine, Emerald. I told you that before, and now I’m gonna prove it.”
“Saint…” She’s moaning, her head falling back against my shoulder.
“Let go of the bed, baby.”
Satisfaction spreads through my chest when she immediately obeys and does as she’s told.
The need to have as little space between us as possible pounds through me like a drum, and pulling her back into me, I run my tongue up the side of her neck, tasting the salty sheen of sweat on her skin.
One hand cups her breast. The other skims down the front of her to cup between her legs. Feeling how my dick moves in and out of her as she moves back against me, I stroke her clit with my finger.
Her entire body shakes and trembles, chest heaving with ragged pants. “It’s…too much, Saint. I can’t…”
“I know, baby, but you’re going to take it,” I growl. My finger slowly teases her clit, controlled and deliberate. I can feel that she’s almost there, and I’m right there with her. Her head tilts to the side, her mouth moving toward mine. Her hips buck and grind before her eyes roll into the back of her head. I crash my mouth into hers as she screams. Her inner walls squeezing me so tight that I never stood a fucking chance.
I moan as I spill my thick seed into her. Like fire spreading through my entire body, consuming and engulfing, the waves of pleasure suffocate me until there’s nothing left except the sound of our panting.
“That was…” My head falls to her shoulder to place a soft kiss.
“Yeah.” She laughs softly, her body turning around in my arms. “Yeah, it was.”
We stay locked together for a moment before I ease from her. But the whimper she gives has me getting hard again already. Fuck, she’s going to kill me before the night is out.
“I hear the showers are pretty spacious in this suite,” she says with a sly smile.
“I like the way you think, Mrs. Veneti.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.”
“Good. Because I’m gonna say it at least a hundred more times tonight.”