Page 46 of Moonlit Temptation

To where Saint slept, hitting the highs of his cheekbones with a light like a halo.

“You’re staring again,” Saint mumbled into his pillow, sleepy eyes opened.

I was totally staring.

With a soft smile, I ducked my chin, my hair falling like a curtain between us.

Two fingers found their way past the strands to my chin, bringing my face back to his to see a seductive, sleep-ridden smile. “I don’t mind.”

Chills touched my skin from the deep rumble of his words, the simmering heat behind his eyes.

“Maybe I do.”

“Yeah?” He rolled over and pulled me on top of him.

I braced my hands on his shoulders as I peered down at him. “Yeah.”

“You don’t want me to know you’re staring at me?” He grinned, running his hands along my thighs.

“No. Maybe I don’t want you to know how obsessed I am with you.”

“I already know that.” He grinned. “You weren’t subtle with the way you used to write Mrs. Delacore all over your notebooks in school.”

I slapped his chest, playfully. “I did not.”

“You did, too. Your brother even found one of them and hit me over the head with it in warning.” The grin he was wearing slid off his face at the mention of my brother. “I told him he had nothing to worry about…”

“Saint.”

He shook his head. “It’s hard to remember the outside world when it’s just the two of us.”

I felt the same way. Like we were protected in a bubble that kept all the negative away.

Not liking the far-off expression on his striking face, I said the first thing that popped into my head. “You’re beautiful, you know that?”

Saint frowned. “Shouldn’t that be my line?”

His hands coasted up my thighs, rendering me momentarily distracted. It felt like a roller coaster followed his touch.

I forced myself to think past the feelings he was stirring up inside me and back on the conversation.

“Men can be beautiful.” Ethereal, masculine beauty.

“And so are you, Madelayne. So beautiful.” He rolled his hips against mine. “Especially when you’re sitting on top of me like that, looking at me with fuck me eyes.”

Oh, God. It still felt surreal. Him being here with me. Him saying shit like that to me. I pinched the skin of my thigh and winced at the sting.

Real. This was still real.

“What’re you doing?” Saint’s brows furrowed.

“Pinching myself.”

“Yeah, no shit, I saw. But why?”

“This doesn’t feel real. Not just you being here with me, but you being here naked with me.” I was already stripped bare, I might as well lay it all out there and ask the question that’d been stirring in the back of my mind for days. “Why are you here with me? Why did you come back?”

He was quiet, eyes lost in thought, while I sat on top of him, waiting for an answer.

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