Page 64 of Moonlit Temptation

His name was a curse, a prayer, as I gave myself over to the sensation building inside me.

“That’s it, baby girl. Show me how much you like what I’m doing to you.”

I moaned, grinding my hips hard against his fingers. His thumb brushed my clit and I cried out at the sweet ecstasy that coasted through me.

“I don’t want to leave this,” he whispered, almost reverently, and I forced my eyes open to watch him looking at me with a forlorn expression. “Mady, I–”

Whatever he was about to say got swallowed up in the kiss I gave him. Anything he could’ve said would’ve sounded a lot like goodbye and we weren’t saying goodbye to this. We were going to make this work.

Someway. Somehow, we were going to have this back in the States. I wasn’t going to lose him.

As if he felt the resolve in my kiss, he growled against my lips before coasting his lips down my chest with hungry adoration, all while moving his fingers fervently inside me.

My head lolled back as he licked at my pert nipple, swirling his tongue around the tight bud.

“Saint…”

“I got you, baby,” he promised with a kiss before bitting down on my nipple. His fingers pinched my clit as his teeth twisted in a punishing pressure that brought stars to my eyes, and my walls clenched around his fingers. I cried out, shuddering against the orgasm rolling through me.

I fell against his chest with a whimpered cry, resting there until I had the strength to open my eyes.

Just in time to see him put his two fingers inside his mouth and suck them clean.

Oh my God.

I was just about to reach for his belt when an alarm on one of our phones went off.

Like he hadn’t just finger fucked me into oblivion, Saint casually leaned away from my body and reached for his phone.

“It’s time for me to go.”

“What?”

He stared at the phone screen, that tension lining his face again.

“My car is downstairs. I arranged for one to pick you up in two hours.” He picked me up and put me back on the couch before standing up to get his bags.

“Goddamn you, Saint.”

He looked up at me as he checked his bags one last time. “What?” He had a face that could never pull off innocence. That one word alone sounded wicked, torturous. He didn’t even have the decency to hide his wolfish grin.

“You know what.” I gestured to my swollen breasts. A few new red patches had joined the array of hickeys I was already sporting.

That damn grin grew wider. “I wanted to make sure you didn’t forget me on your flight home. All that time to yourself could change your mind.”

I walked toward him, not bothering to fix my shirt as I went.

“I’ve wanted this for too long to change my mind now that it’s happening.” But just in case, I attacked his mouth hard and fast, nipping his bottom lip. Teeth marks stamped his flesh, branding him like he branded me. “There. So you won’t forget me either.”

“Trust me, I’m not in any danger of that.” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the hard bulge straining in his slacks. “I’m flying back with a serious case of blue balls.”

I bit my lip at the feel of him, squeezing his flesh one last time. “If you didn’t insist on separate flights, I would’ve offered to suck you off in the bathroom.” My eyes danced as I met his. “I’ve always wanted to join the mile-high club.”

He groaned, pressing my hand further into his crotch. “Don’t tempt me, minx. Right now I’m forgetting what my reasons were in the first place.”

Before I could work further on changing his mind, his phone went off again and he pulled away with a very reluctant sigh. “Now. I have to leave now.” He gripped the back of my neck and pressed a kiss to my forehead, one that traveled down to my toes as he said, “I’ll see you when you get back.”

I was already counting down the minutes to when I could see him again.

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