Page 4 of Desire Me
He dropped his hand, turned toward her, wishing he had parked somewhere with more light. Somewhere that he could see her eyes, read them, read her. But the darkness only showed him a shadowed face and hidden motives. So he waited.
Rae drew her knee onto the seat, turning toward him. Hesitated. Her mouth opened, but instead of words, she leaned in close and kissed him.
A groan immediately left his lips, lips that were touching hers, the softest, sweetest lips he’d ever tasted. Brown sugar and the faintest tang from the beer she’d had. There in the dark, her mouth on his, her scent enveloping him, the only thing he could think was,More.More of her, more of Rae—deeper, harder.
He wanted to taste everything.
Slipping his tongue inside, he sank into the wet heat of her mouth. He reached for her, his fingers digging into the mass of curls falling around her face, tipping her head just right to allow him the access he so desperately needed. Rae moaned around his tongue, and the jerk of his cock against his zipper threatened to be his undoing.
Breaking away, he sucked in a deep pull of air. “Holy fuck, woman.” His dive back in was as essential as the breath he’d needed.
Rae’s chuckle was all feminine awareness, the knowledge that she’d affected him the same way he prayed he’d affected her. As if there was any doubt of that. If she’d been against him, she’d know exactly how close a simple kiss had brought him to losing control. “Rae,” he groaned.
This time it was she who sucked in a breath. The noise checked him immediately, not because she needed air, but…
There was something about the sound, something…unsteady. Something uncertain but also desperate. Yet again, he wasn’t sure what it was he sensed, only that it was off. The desire was there, no doubt about it. Her lips were already seeking his again, just as he couldn’t bear to break the connection of mouth against mouth, skin against skin, her wild hair tangled around his fingers capturing her close with no chance of escape. They were both hungry for each other. But beneath that, he sensed something else. Something…
He tipped his head back, forced his ragged breathing under control. “Hey,” he whispered, the word shaking with the urgency of his desire, the need to let go, not think, not reason. “What—”
“Nowhat,” she mumbled, following his retreat. Her body slid closer, her breasts brushing his chest, and the feel of her taut nipples through their clothes brought a growl to his lips. “Just…” She ducked her head, and her mouth slid across the hard thump of his heartbeat in his jugular. “Just give me this. Please, Saint? Just give me this moment. You have no idea how much I need it.”
He definitely had some idea. He just wasn’t sure what to do about it.
Well, he was. He’d never be able to look his mom in the eye again if he didn’t do what honor demanded. But that didn’t mean his body wasn’t screaming a denial even as he backed away, his hands in Rae’s hair holding her in place so he could meet her eyes in the dark.
“Look at me, Rae.”
Her frustrated whimper struck straight at his balls, but he held firm, waited, wondering if she would trust him, wondering what the hell he was getting himself into, not just with her but with the fire raging inside his own body. He'd never felt anything like this before, the kind of hunger that was driving him to take what she was giving, not stop and think, not slow down. He wanted her pants around her ankles and his dick as deep inside her as he could go—right now, not later.
But the part of him that was more than just a man hungering for a woman refused to stay quiet.
Rae slumped against him, her forehead digging into his collarbone. Long seconds later, her head lifted. No words this time, but her eyes held a mute appeal he could read even in the shadows.
He traced his thumbs over the high ridges of her cheekbones. “Are you okay?”
A bitter laugh escaped her. “If I tell you yes, will you fuck me?”
The curse rolled off her lips without hesitation. Saint could say it too, no matter what his Catholic upbringing might think about it, and he’d heard it from the lips of many a woman begging him to fuck her. But from Rae…
Jesus Christ, he truly was losing his mind—because he didn’t want this to be a mindless fuck.
He took another deep breath. “You’re an adult, Rae.”
“Ya think?”
He ignored the smart-ass reply, though he did allow his amusement to show in the tilt of his lips. “I do think, woman,” he growled and allowed his hand to slip down and cup the full roundness of one breast, the hard nipple poking into his palm. Rae’s eyes rolled back. “What I was trying to say, is that we’re both old enough to know our own minds. But if everything isn’t okay”—he tipped her chin up even as his fingers closed around that hard nub and squeezed—“I can help you. That’s all.” He tugged her nipple gently. “I’m not just good for a mindless fuck.”
She grimaced, and he could see she’d gotten his point. No useless pretty boy here; he had a conscience and wasn’t afraid to use it.
Her back arched into his touch. A sigh escaped her. “Thank you,” she said quietly, her gaze holding his. “I appreciate the thought, but”—she leaned in, pressing her breast harder against his hand, to brush her lips across his once more—“I don’t need help. I need this. You.” A hard swallow as the vulnerability he’d sensed before crept into her voice. “Please.”
He couldn’t resist forcing her mouth open with his tongue, delving inside, savoring the hot taste of woman and desire before pulling back. “No need for a ‘please,’” he told her, leaning his forehead against hers. He brought his other hand up, and the two kneaded her breasts to ease the ache he knew had to be consuming her as much as it was him. “I’ll give you what you need, Rae. What we both need.” Reluctantly he forced his hands away. Easing Rae back into her seat, he reached for the seat belt and pulled it across her. “But I do my best work in a bed.”
A small laugh escaped her at his wink. “I’m not going to argue with a bed.”
“Good.” He fastened his own seat belt and started the truck. “Let’s find one then.”
Normally a neutral location would’ve been his go-to, but instead he found himself driving toward the apartment he rented downtown. His home was a five-acre wooded lot in an area outside Peachtree City that gave him the privacy he longed for and the space for his nieces and nephews to play during family get-togethers. There were a lot of them—nieces, nephews, and get-togethers—so the investment it had taken to get the perfect spot had been worth it. But the late nights and odd hours of his work made an apartment in close proximity to the office more convenient. The place might not be home, but bringing a stranger there had never been an option. Something about Rae didn’t feel like a stranger, though, and he sensed she needed the security of a private home as much as he needed to have her there.
