Page 39 of Cross My Heart
“Holding you…” His hands go to my waist, moving me back against the desk, the hard length of his body pressed against me. I inhale fast, feeling the solid mass of him.
“Kissing you…” Saint’s head dips closer, and his mouth finally finds mine.
Fuck.
The rush of heat is like wildfire, suffusing my body the moment his lips make contact, making me gasp at the giddy spark. Saint makes a noise of satisfaction, low in his throat, and yanks me closer, his mouth hot and sure on mine as he eases my lips wider and slides his tongue deep into my mouth.
God, it feels incredible, and I find myself eagerly surrendering to the flames: my hands in his hair, my body arching against him, an impatient ache between my thighs. Saint presses me back against the desk, his body pinning me in place, and I feel a fresh shudder of lust when I feel him, hard against my hip.
Saint lifts his head, drawing a ragged breath.
“Now I want to taste you.”
Blood rushes to my cheeks. “Here?” I blurt, shocked—and wanting it too. Fuck, I’m already wet and clenching for him, my blood thick and restless in my veins.
“You looked so perfect when you came for me before…” Saint dips his head to whisper kisses along my neck and collarbone. “It’s fucking burned on my memory. Show me again, Tessa. Be a good girl and let me hear that moan.”
Oh God.My legs practically give way at his urging, but rational thought still struggles at the edge of my mind. “But… They’re all downstairs,” I reply breathlessly, even as his hands slide over my hips, exploring.Teasing. “Anyone could find us…”
“It won’t take long,” Saint promises, with a knowing smirk, and I can’t help giggling.
“Someone’s confident,” I tease, my head still spinning.
“I’ll let you be the judge of that.”
Saint kisses me again, hot and sensuous, and I melt into his arms. To hell with it. The rest of the world disappears, until all that’s left is this wild rush pounding through me, and the curl of pure desire tugging me into his undertow. Tongue in my mouth, he grips my hips and lifts me, setting me on the edge of the desk before taking hold of each knee, and slowly, deliberately, opening them wider.
I shudder.
Saint breaks the kiss, nipping my lower lip as his hand slides under my dress, caressing my bare thigh as he moves to the very apex.
“Quiet,” he orders me softly, lips brushing my ear as his fingers find me, hot and damp through my panties. “Unless you want an audience again…”
I clench at the memory, spread in that chair with strangers watching. Saint chuckles against me. “So, you like that, hmmm?”
His knuckles brush my clit softly, and I bite back a moan. “I… I guess. I did. I don’t know…”
“But I thought parties like that were no big deal to you?” Saint teases, as he slides his hand beneath my panties and strokes me again, skin-to-skin.
God…
“I… I lied,” I admit, as he finds his pace, rubbing my clit in slow, long strokes that make it impossible to keep up any pretense.
“Then you’re a natural, baby,” He cups my cheek with his spare hand, holding my face in place to watch as his fingers rub and circle, delving deeper, driving me wild. “God, you’re so fucking wet…”
I whimper, lost in his dark gaze as Saint slowly slides a finger inside me. “How many?” he demands softly, as I clench around him.
“I… What?” I ask, trying to focus. But God, it’s hard, with his finger flexing deeper, and his palm pressing just right against my clit. Pleasure ripples, but it’s still too far, just out of reach.
“How many fingers?” Saint thrusts a second inside me, curling them to rub, high against my inner walls.
Oh…
I start to move with his hand, chasing the sweet rush of friction every time his palm brushes my clit. “There…” I gasp, as he starts to fuck me with his fingers, thrusting deep. “Oh God, rightthere.”
Saint eases a third finger inside me, making me tense at the stretch. “Saint—” I grip his arm, feeling too tight, toofull—
“Shh…You can take it.”