Page 8 of Hope's Heartlands

As soon as she says the words, I reach in for a kiss. I feel like a giant holding on to her, and I’m making myself be gentle because she seems so fragile in my roughened hands.

She’s pressing herself against me and I’m barely hanging on. “Cat, I don’t want our first time to be in the stockroom of the bar.” I’m kissing down her neck, knowing I better stop if I plan to.

She freezes under me and whatever I said to her must have made her come to her senses. I step back from her and she hops off the stool. I try to hide my disappointment, but it’s hard. My cock is pressing against my tight jeans and I refrain from reaching down to relieve myself.

I start to turn away, but she stops me. As soon as I turn back, she’s lifting her shirt from her body and drops it to the ground. But she doesn’t stop there. She unbuttons her shorts and slides them down her thick thighs. She’s left in only a pair of lacy panties and a matching black bra that’s barely holding her in. My mouth drops. Nothing I was imagining about her did her justice. Every curve she has is making my mouth water and my hands itch to get ahold of her.

“Saint—” she starts, and her voice quivers. She clears her throat and starts again. “I want you, Saint. I want you right now. I don’t need perfection, or a bed even. All I need is you.”

I kiss her then, holding her mouth to mine as I finish taking off her bra. Her breasts are pressed against my abdomen and I lean back to see her. I reach for her panties, but she slaps my hand away. “I’ll get those. But come on, cowboy, I want to see you too.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I start to undress quickly and while I’m pulling off my clothes, I walk over to the door that leads to the bar area, shut it, and lock it.

It’s not uncommon for the club members to fuck in public, but with her I don’t want that. I don’t want anyone seeing her. I want her all to myself.

When I turn back to her, she’s standing with her hands folded in front of her, hiding her bare pussy from me. I stride over to her and lift her chin so she’s looking at me. I want her to see my face when I tell her, “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life.”

She blushes a deep shade of red and if anything it makes her even more beautiful.

“Thank you, Cat. Thank you for what you’re about to give me,” I tell her before I pick her up and set her on the counter.

I lean my head against her chest and take a deep breath. If I don’t take it slow, it will be over before it starts. I kiss her nipple, taking it between my lips and biting down on her softly. She moans loudly, and I do it again.

Her body jerks against me and I already know that we are going to be explosive together. It’s going to be like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Chapter9

Cat

He’s big and powerful, and just standing next to him causes a pull low in my belly. He looks at me like I’m the only woman in his world, like I’m precious to him, like I mean something. Just the feeling it ignites inside me makes me want to cry. I’ve never felt like this before. The only man in my past used me for one thing only; there were no sweet touches, no sweet words. He took what he wanted when he wanted it. But as Saint suckles at my breast, clenching my hips in his big hands, I know he’s different.

He pulls away from me long enough to grab the shirt he just pulled off. He lays it behind me and pushes me backwards down onto it. His big, meaty hands caress down my body and like his touch is a magnet, I jerk and pull at every touch he gives me. I’ve never been so free before. Lying before him, naked, with every curve and imperfection on display. But he doesn’t seem to notice. He must like what he sees because his cock is hard, almost like it’s pointing right at me.

He pushes on my knees, nudging them farther apart. I know I’m wet. I have been since I saw him walk into the bar. “Fuck,” he whispers gravely.

I lift my head to look at him and his eyes, instead of their normal light blue, are dark and filled with yearning. When his eyes meet mine, he groans my name. “Cat.”

I slide my hand down my body, through the short hair of my mound and then I pull my folds apart. I want him to see me. I want him to know exactly how much I want this. I stroke my fingers through my slick, swollen pussy, coating my fingers with my creaminess.

He stops me then, pulling my hand from between my legs. He takes it in the two of his and brings it to his mouth. His mouth opens, sucking in my finger, and he groans at the taste. “Honey. Sweet as honey.”

My core coils, need building inside me so much that it’s almost painful. “Please, Saint?”

I know I’m begging, but I need him, I need him now.

He bends down, staring between my legs intensely. His fingers feather across my mound and I fight the inclination to close my legs, because already it’s too intense. When he touches his thumb across my clit, my hips jerk. “Yes,” I say to him, begging.

He bends down, latching onto me, sucking my clit into his mouth, rolling it around with his tongue. The pleasure is intense, almost too much to bear, but I don’t get time to focus on it because while his mouth is on my bundle of nerves, his finger is entering me slowly, stretching me, getting me ready for the monster that I saw between his legs.

A moan escapes me and I push against him, wanting more, wanting him deeper.

He lifts his face to look at me, but his hand is still working magic at my opening. “I know you want to come, Cat. But I’m selfish, I don’t want you to come until I’m buried inside you and I can feel your sweet little cunt bearing down on me, milking me.”

I grab on to him, but my hands don’t even fit around his arms, which are built like tree trunks. He’s so much bigger than me, he could break me in an instant, I know, but I’m not scared. Not of him. I do my best to pull him up to me. “Please, Saint. Please.”

He stands up to his full height and grabs on to my hips. It’s like he’s coming out of a fog, looking around the room and then back to me. Regret fills his face and I want to close my legs to him, but he stops me, bending down to me, his face right above mine. “You deserve more, baby, more than sex in the back of a bar.”

He kisses me again, soft at first until hunger fills me and I moan, and then he deepens it. I can feel his cock between my legs, grazing me. I move my hips as much as I can with him on top of me, but I want him inside me.

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