Page 108 of Broken Saint

Excitement rushes through my body, all of it colliding between my thighs.

I don’t realize my reaction is palpable until Colt groans.

“You like that, don’t you, Bombshell? All those people seeing you exactly as I see you. Beautiful.” Kiss. “Sexy.” Kiss. “Mind-blowing.” Kiss. “But there’s one thing they’ll be feeling that I’m not. Do you know what that is, El?”

I shake my head, unable to reply as he turns my body to nothing but a burning puddle of need with only his hands on my breasts and his lips on my neck.

“Jealousy, Bombshell. All those men down there, and hell, probably quite a few women, are jealous as fuck that I’m the one with my hands on you and not them.”

A shudder rips down my spine at the sincerity in his tone.

“You’re mine, Ella. You’ve always been mine, and you always will be.”

“Oh god,” I whimper.

Those words.

I feel like I’ve been waiting all my goddamn life to hear those words spill from Colton Rogers’ lips. And while this might not be how I dreamed of hearing them, it’s everything.

“Colt, please,” I beg.

“Put your hands on the window and stick that luscious ass out for me, baby.”

Unable to do anything but follow orders, my palms press against the cold glass that separates us and I arch my back.

I glance over my shoulder just in time to see Colt wipe his hand across his mouth, his eyes locked on my ass.

Every single one of his actions shatters a little more of my confidence issues and reveals a little more of the old me.

I love it.

I love— “Colton,” I cry as he spanks my ass.

The burn isn’t nearly as hot as it would be if my dress wasn’t still there, but fuck, it’s good.

“Your thighs are slick for me right now, aren’t they?” he murmurs, his eyes darting between mine and my ass.

“How about you find out, hotshot?” I taunt.

He scrubs his hand down his face again. But as I’m about to demand he hurries the fuck up, he jumps into action.

My dress is hitched up around my waist, fully exposing me to him.

“Oh, sweet baby Jesus,” he mutters, the awe in his voice giving me the confidence to widen my stance and wiggle my ass for him. “Fuck. Need inside you now,” he grunts, ripping his pants open with so much fervor I’m surprised he doesn’t actually destroy them.

In seconds, his pants and boxers are around his thick, muscular thighs, and he’s fisting his shaft.

He’s hard. So hard and thick and?—

“Oh god, yes,” I moan when he rubs the swollen head through my folds, teasing my clit with perfect circles. “More.”

He chuckles darkly but doesn’t respond. He doesn’t need to; our bodies are doing all the talking now.

With one of his giant hands clamped around my hip, he drags his dick up to my entrance, pushing just the tip inside.

“Oh my god,” I cry, my palm slapping the glass as my impatience gets the better of me.

He always knew exactly how to drive me to the brink of insanity.