Page 69 of Broken Saint
Everything down there tingles and pulsates in the best possible way. It hurts, but it feels so so good.
He licks his lips, and it makes my core clench.
“Please,” rips from my mouth in a desperate whimper.
He chuckles, his eyes still right there.
Finally, he looks up, and when his eyes find mine, my breath catches in my throat.
“I can honestly say you’ve never looked better than you do right now. Your ex was a stupid fucking piece of shit to ever let you go, Bombshell. But,” he quickly adds, “his stupidity is my gain, because look at you.”
My chest heaves and my skin burns. My insecurities over my body rumble right under the surface. Desperately, I try to ignore the fact that with the way my legs are hooked up, I’ve got belly rolls, or how my thighs and ass are dimpled with cellulite.
The fire that’s raging in Colt’s eyes as he takes me in sure does help me push it all aside.
He doesn’t want me to hide anything. It’s such a freeing feeling after being told for so long that my body is ugly and should be kept covered.
“Oh god,” I gasp when he releases one of my knees in favor of running two fingers through my sensitive folds. “Colt,” I cry when he pushes both of them deep inside me.
“I’ve worn you out, haven’t I, Bombshell?”
“Something like that,” I agree. “Pretty sure I was on the verge of becoming a born-again virgin.”
He growls as if me even suggesting that pisses him off.
“Stupid fucking cunt,” he mutters under his breath before announcing, “We’re going to make sure that doesn’t happen, El. This pussy, this body, deserves to sing. And it’s going to be singing my fucking name.”
My breath catches when he suddenly pulls his fingers free.
“Taste us,” he demands, lifting his hand to my mouth and tracing my lips with our combined juices.
My stomach tumbles and my core tightens.
Shit. That shouldn’t be so hot, should it?
Without hesitation, my chin drops and Colt plunges both digits into my mouth. I almost instantly wrap my tongue around them, licking them clean.
Once I’m done, he pulls them free and then helps me sit up.
“Stay,” he commands when I attempt to jump down.
“Uh…” I stutter, totally out of my depth with where we go from here. “I should probably go. Letty will?—”
“You’re cute. But you’re not going anywhere,” he says before leaning over the massive bathtub and turning on the faucet.
“Oh,” I breathe, watching as he grabs a bottle of bubble bath and squeezes a generous amount in.
He comes back, takes my face in his giant hands and brushes his lips over mine.
“I’m going to go and make us coffee. I’ll message Kane so they know not to send out a search party, and then, we’re taking a bath,” he tells me.
“T-together?” I stutter.
“Together,” he confirms. “You think I’d let you sit in there wet and naked and willingly be somewhere else?”
I shrug, still totally off balance with this whole new thing going on between us.
"This isn’t…we don’t…” I stutter like an idiot.