Page 5 of Moonlit Temptation

Sharp features that made him look perpetually angry, while intensity poured off him in waves.

He didn’t smile when he saw me, but he didn’t need to.

Dark, deep green eyes, the kind of green tucked far away in the depths of a forest, held a wicked glint as he made his way toward me.

I could feel my heart pound against my chest, fighting to get out with the heavy, solid beats of a rhythmic drum.

Bra-bum.

Bra-bum.

Bra-bum.

Steady, powerful, unwavering.

Much like the pesky, unnerving feelings I’d harbored for him over the years.

Part of me hoped that they would dissipate over time, but every time I saw him, they felt stronger.

Fiercer.

My body hummed with a fire buried deep inside of me, waiting for the match that would set it ablaze, and I always felt the flames stir when he was near.

It was like they only came alive under his attention.

No other boy around town stirred up the sensual feelings that stung underneath my skin like Saint.

I squirmed in my seat as he got closer.

Why was I so nervous? We’d been alone together before.

But not like this. Never like this.

In a low-lit restaurant with deep red curtains on the walls and tables, couples curved over their tables as they whispered in each other’s ears and sensual music softly crooned in the background.

It was romantic. It was alluring.

The air was charged with appetites of sexual desires.

I was wound tight minutes after sitting down as I watched the man a few tables away slide his hand up his date’s thigh, not caring that the tablecloth rode up with him—not hiding anything from view as he disappeared under her dress skirt.

They caught me looking, and the man simply winked at me.

What kind of restaurant did Saint tell me to meet him at?

The budding ache that strummed between my legs only got worse when Saint reached our table. He pulled me into a hug when I stood to greet him, and my still wet boots squished under my toes.

The feel of his arms around me, strong bands that suctioned me to his hard chest, sent heat soaring throughout my body as my eyes closed. Engulfed in the comforting scent of his cologne–a mixture of woodsy spice, amber and sandalwood and cinnamon.

Familiar. In an unfamiliar setting, he was familiar.

Maybe it was the exhaustion of traveling or the fatigue of hunger, but I swore Saint had his arms wrapped around me longer than he ever had in the past.

Longer than the best friend of my older brother should’ve.

Not that I was in a rush to pull away.

If I could’ve sunk my body into his and just rested my head on his chest for the rest of the night, I would’ve. Being wrapped in his arms was an ecstasy I didn’t get enough of.

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