Page 22 of Broken Saint

He eyed my warily, as if there were questions on the tip of his tongue that I knew I wouldn’t answer. Before he could ask, I slid down his body, and he loosened his hold on me. "I have to get back. I've already been gone too long."

He smiled. "You might want to hit the ladies room first."

Horror slid through me. "It's that bad?"

He pressed a kiss to the side of my neck. "No, baby. It's that good. Watching you forget where you were and come apart in my arms was fucking awesome. You are amazing. But if you don't want everyone else to know how hard I made you come, you might want to fix a few things."

"Okay," I said, breathing in his musk like a drug I couldn't get enough of. I had a feeling I was about to get into some serious trouble with this situation with little hope of getting out of it unscathed. I slowly loosened the tight grip I had on him and wriggled in his arms. "You have to let me go."

"Not happening."

My stomach clenched at the possessive tone of those two words. "I meant so I could go to the restroom as you suggested."

He placed a kiss on the top of my head, and I found it impossible to hold back a smile. Seriously, I had no business getting attached to anyone and especially not a man whose name I still didn’t even know. And yet...

Dammit.

I was headed for deep trouble.

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