Page 45 of Broken Saint
She shrugs. “Things changed. He isn’t the man I thought he was.”
I wait patiently for her to say more despite the inferno that’s raging inside me to get on a fucking plane and go and find this motherfucker.
“I’m sorry,” I finally force out when it becomes clear that she’s not willing to explain anything else.
“I’m not,” she states fiercely, giving me just a glimpse of the Ella I used to know and…really, really like.
“You deserve more than some asshole who doesn’t treat you right,” I say firmly. “You deserve one who can give you the world.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” she agrees before making the move I’ve been too pussy to do so far.
Her lips brush mine in the sweetest, most hesitant kiss. It’s as if she’s second-guessing herself the moment we collide, and I hate it.
Ella was always so sure of herself. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she went after it no matter what.
What has that stupid motherfucker done to my wild, confident bombshell?
She begins to pull back, making me realize that I didn’t jump at the opportunity to return her kiss, and I panic.
“No,” I warn, tightening my grip on her waist and tugging her right into my body.
A gasp passes her lips, and I make the most of the opportunity.
A deep growl rumbles in my throat as I slide my tongue against hers and her taste explodes in my mouth.
Just as sweet as I remember.
No. Better.
Her returning kiss is hesitant to begin with. I love it as much as I hate it.
The fact she’s giving me this right now when her world is imploding means everything, but also, I want my fiery bombshell to take what she needs like she used to.
As I slide my hand up her body, she tenses in a way she never used to at my touch.
She pulls back just enough to break our kiss as I cup the back of her head.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it. You’re beautiful and incredible. Everything you used to be and more.”
I dive for her lips again before she has a chance to argue with me. My fingers twist in her soft blonde hair, and I angle her so that I can deepen the kiss even more, quickly losing myself in her.
Thankfully, she follows my order and meets me move for move.
My temperature soars as our kiss morphs from hesitant lovers reconnecting to the horny kids we used to be.
Our finesse seems to fly out the window as it turns wet and filthy, and it’s only made worse when I hook her thigh around my waist, allowing me to grind into her.
“Colton,” she gasps, breaking our kiss as I hit her just right.
“Fuck, I missed you, Bombshell,” I growl, diving for the soft, addicting skin beneath her ear.
“Oh god,” she gasps as I suck hard while rolling her onto her back.
Instantly, she wraps her legs around my waist, keeping my body locked against hers.
I pepper kisses down her neck until my lips hit the fabric of her jersey.
No, not her jersey.