Page 119 of Broken Saint

I missed her more than I thought possible today. Now that I’m home, all I want is her.

There’s movement in my bedroom before her shadow appears in the doorway.

“El, are you hiding from me or—oh shit,” I breathe, my eyes impossibly wide as I take her in. “Fuck, Bombshell. Fuck, I?—”

She stands there in the doorway to my bedroom in one of the sets of lingerie I chose for her from the driver’s seat of my car this morning before I managed to drag my ass in for training.

I wanted to do something nice for her. Something that would make her feel good, sexy. And…okay, selfishly, I wanted her to look fucking hot.

But fuck. The image in my head as I looked at the models on the website is nothing compared to the real thing.

As I stand there motionless, failing to find my words, Ella begins to lose her fight with her confidence.

Her shoulders begin to droop and curl in and her hands twitch, slowly lifting, ready to cover her belly.

“Perfect,” I force out through my dry throat. “Fucking perfect.”

Surging forward, I step right up to her, cup her face in my giant, still-trembling hands and slam my lips down on hers.

Fuck what I need to tell her. It can wait a little longer.

Licking across her bottom lip, I wait for her to open for me.

“Bombshell,” I growl as my hands slide down her body until I’m able to grip her hips and haul her into my body.

Her legs wrap around my waist as I press her back against the wall.

“No, put me—” Her argument is cut off when I plunge my tongue into her mouth.

I kiss her until my lungs are burning for air and my cock is aching with need.

Ripping my lips away, I suck in a deep, greedy breath as I gaze at my girl.

Her lips are swollen, her eyes are glassy, her pupils are blown with desire, and she’s wearing my favorite of the sets I chose.

So fucking perfect.

“I missed you so much,” I breathe, barely able to catch my breath.

"Colt,” she whispers.

“And you’ve no fucking idea how much I appreciate you waiting for me like this.”

A smirk curls at her lips. “I think I can feel how much you appreciate it. I was so nervous. I waited until the last minute because I knew I’d talk myself out of it otherwise.”

“I’m so fucking glad you didn’t. Best part of my day by far.”

“Oh baby, we’re only just getting started.”

Shifting her around before holding her up with one arm, I manage to shove my sweats over my ass, letting my dick spring free.

“You’re already wet for me, aren’t you, Bombshell?” I growl, staring her dead in the eyes. “You might have been nervous, but the anticipation got you hot as hell, didn’t it?”

She stares at me through her lashes before biting down on her full bottom lip.

“Dirty girl,” I muse before managing to tug her panties to the side. “Fuck, you’re soaked. Knew it.”

Dragging my dick through her folds, I coat myself in her juices before nudging against her entrance.