26. Chapter 26
Ames
My lungs go out of commission. My heart tumbles into somersaults. All because Saint is kissing me, and nothing matters more than the press of his mouth on mine. The push and dance of his tongue on mine.
A deep, all-consuming hunger takes over. It's rooted in my core, lapping at my belly with flames. I hook my arms around his neck and clinch to him. I pull him closer with all my might, lifting myself to the tip of my feet, because I can't fathom anything else but more .
He lets out a sound of approval, and it's fuel to the fire taking over my system. His hands travel over my waist, my hips. Every few inches, the journey stops and his fingers grab onto my flesh, like he needs to test the edges of my body, and the lush hills of my skin.
He tries to stop the kiss, but I miss his mouth already, and I go for seconds.
He makes the same sound again and I echo it this time.
I push my hips against him, seeking friction, and he gets the message.
One of his hands trails down my body and latches on my thigh.
He pulls up and I'm only too happy to follow the instruction.
With my leg up by his narrow hips, he presses against me .
"Amelia." His forehead drops to mine.
My skirt rolls up to the crease of my thigh and lower belly, exposing me to him.
I don't care that a crowd of people dance just outside our nook, and someone could see us at any point if they only squint and find the right angle.
The flimsy fabric of my underwear and his trousers doesn't prevent me from feeling the length of him, and how it finds its way to my clit somehow. It's enough to drive me wild with need.
"Gael." I moan.
His eyes close in concentration, but the roll of his body doesn't stop, and he rubs against me in an insistent pattern. I could melt. The one leg keeping me up falters, and Saint grabs me by the waist for extra support.
I can barely react. All I do is take in the relief of him pressing his body against mine, how he holds me up, rubs against me. I pepper kisses on his face.
"I thought—" kiss. "You didn't want any—" kiss. "Of this."
"From the moment we met, Ames." His hand touches my skin under my shirt. "I've been thinking about this since the first time you looked my way."
"You… have?" I kiss him again. One corner of his mouth, then the other.
I can feel his words on my lips.
"I have. Now you want me to teach you things, and I will oblige. Rule number one— you demand what you deserve or you walk away, Ames. Anyone who gets to have you in his arms has to know what a privilege it is."
"Oh my God."
His hips become more insistent. He doesn't seem to care that we're in a semi-public place either.
He groans. "He better be a fucking simp the moment he learns of your existence."
My breathing struggles to keep up with my heart. I unbutton his shirt and run my hands down his chest. His skin is as hot as I feel.
"Will you let me show you, Ames? Will you let me be your servant and show you the kind of total devotion you're entitled to? "
"Only if you tell me what you want, too." I bite back another moan. "It should be a give and take."
"All I want is your permission. Please. Let me touch you. All I need is a chance to get lost in your taste, in your warmth, in the sounds you make when I have you coming again and again with my tongue. My fingers. My cock. Your vibrator… or mine."
My heart flips again. "Holy shit."
"Use me. If you want a rebound, then that's what I'll be. Take what you need then walk away. I'll be anything. I'll do anything."
I grab his shoulders like I'm hanging on for dear life.
My throat is raspy with the force of my breathing, and my chest hammers with his words, and I can't seem to get close enough to him.
In a haze, I put my lips to his neck and buck against him.
I need him to do more. He responds in kind, and I find myself nibbling on the corded muscles of his neck.
When my lips graze his chain, I moan and take it between my lips.
"Fuck," he growls. "Stop, or I'll do what I want to do right here, all these people be damned."
We're half-way to exhibitionism. The only reason I'm not exposed to hundreds of people is because the stairs protect us somewhat, and he blocks the view with his rolling hips. Anyone taking a good look would get a show, regardless.
I've never been this overtaken. It muddles my brain. All I care about is this white-hot heat coursing through my veins, and the need to have Saint against me for hours. To know what he's really like in bed. Have him touch me and letting me touch him back.
I breathe hard. "Maybe I want you to be wild and take me here under the stairs."
His hands leave me to handle his belt buckle. I'm so shocked I forget every curse word I know.
"I wasn't serious!" I hold his hands in place.
"Rule number two. You demand everything and anything you want. If they can't or won't do it, then they're not for you."
"The standards you are setting are too high."
"I'm just getting started."