Page 60 of Moonlit Temptation

Cold, lifeless, sculpted cruel beauty.

“You forgot this.” I held out the toothbrush, and he took it. Careful not to brush his fingers against mine.

After slipping it into his suitcase, he checked the time on his phone.

I felt invisible.

Forgotten when I was still here.

I wanted to scream. Rush him and shake his shoulders. Demand he look at me, touch me. Set me on fire one last time instead of leaving me this cold.

“So this is it?” I asked. “You can’t even look at me? I thought you were a man.”

“Excuse me?” He paused packing his computer charger into his briefcase to send me a scalding look.

“You heard me,” I challenged. “Thought you were a man.”

He gave me a view of his broad chest as he leaned against the table. “Need a reminder how manly I actually am?”

“At least you’d touch me then!” My voice raised with every word. “Instead of going out of your way to avoid contact.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose with a weighted sigh. “I’m trying to make this easier for you.”

For me. Not him.

Implying I was the only one struggling here.

I wanted to rake my nails down his face, leaving a reminder of me. “Spare me the coddling, I don’t need it.” I turned away and marched toward the bathroom, if only to have the satisfying sound of a door slamming behind me.

Arms seized my waist before I got close.

Saint pulled me into his solid chest, nose brushing the shell of my ear as his raspy voice whispered, “I wasn’t supposed to want you.”

His hands sank into the waistband of my shorts, pulling me tighter to his body. I was humming, quietly hoping his fingers would sink lower. They didn’t, creating swirls of desire where they rested.

“I didn’t think it was going to be this hard.”

Saint held me like he didn’t want to let me go.

I didn’t want him to, closing my eyes and holding on for as long as I could.

Which wasn’t for long.

“When do you leave again?” I whispered.

“Soon.” His fingers sank into my skin, spinning me around. He thumbed my lip with a look of longing. “I’m going to miss this.”

You don’t have to. Words I didn’t dare say stayed trapped on my tongue.

To keep them there, I stretched up on my toes and kissed him.

One last time. One more kiss. We already had our farewell sex last night.

Saint wasted no time. Picking me up by my thighs, he wrapped my legs around his waist, walking us to the closest piece of furniture.

The couch.

He laid me down, pressing his weight into me. Rolling his hips against mine.

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