Page 6 of Broken Saint

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Nova

Now

Iwaited for a sign, but I knew it wouldn't come. There was nothing normal about this relationship. If I could even call it that. We had sex. In the dark in the middle of the night. Almost every night since we'd met downstairs in the bar.

We didn't talk much, unless you counted the filthy words he uttered that made me come harder than I ever had in my life. Or the pleas that fell from my mouth when I hovered near orgasm and needed just a tiny bit more to get me there, and he wanted me to wait just a little longer.

And still I waited. Night after night for him to arrive.

The deadly precision with which he entered my suite without my notice never failed to impress me. I knew a little something about getting into places I was locked out of, and yet, he never gave away his secrets.

However, my instincts were screaming that his arrival was imminent. Not because he kept to a schedule, but because something in the air around me changed whenever he got close. My breath quickened, as did my heartbeat. Even the heat, which could often be unbearable in Vegas, enveloped me in a silky, sensual haze.

My gaze roamed the city below my terrace, unseeing anything beyond a blur of lights and color. For weeks, I have waited breathlessly for this moment, knowing that eventually it would have to come to an end.

But not tonight.

Tonight, I would welcome him to my bed and take everything he had to give.

"You're never on the bed like I request."

The deep, disembodied voice came from the dark behind me, making a shiver shudder along my spine. The heat that had gathered inside me from anticipation intensified. The longing for his touch created an ache in my breasts and between my legs I feared could never be squelched by another man.

"I never know when to be ready. It's not like we have an appointment."

My words were not bitter or resentful, just honest. What I didn't say is that it was impossible for me to sit still knowing he could arrive at any moment. Coming out here and looking out over the city that beat with a pulse like a living thing was one of the rare constants in my life. It had become a necessary ritual to calm me before any impending storm.

He was the fiercest one of all.

He said nothing else, and until I felt the warmth of his hand at my back, I wasn't sure he was still there. Words, however, were never necessary. The movement of his touch along my skin and the sensation of his lips at my shoulder were all the language I needed.

My life had become a whirlwind of obligation, work, and intense scrutiny. But it was these private nights between us that somehow made it all work together. The combination of danger, excitement, and release filled a well of need that enabled me to perform at peak perfection.

Now, I ached for more.

"Excuses," he muttered as his mouth latched onto my neck, forcing me to tilt my head sideways to give him better access.

I tried to think of some comeback that would make sense in the situation, but it was too hard to think with his hands and his mouth on my body. This man had a knack for bringing out a primal instinct in me that I seemed to have no control over.

I needed to give him everything, and I wanted to accept whatever he had to offer...

"I love this," I finally admitted.

He grunted his approval. "I can feel the war that you wage inside, your need to submit to my demands while your mind resists that urge at every turn. That's why you don't wait on the bed." He turned me in his arms and grasped my chin between his fingers. "But your body betrays you every time. That heat pulsing between your legs tells me more than your words ever could. There's no denial strong enough that would make me believe you don't want this."

I would never deny him.

Although those words would never fall from my lips. They couldn't. The one promise we had made to each other was the only one I could never break.

No strings. No commitment. Ever.

I had to keep reminding myself of that.

This time with him.

My time in this life.

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