Page 100 of Cheater and the Saint
He gripped the side of my neck and tenderly pressed his lips to mine. He was breathing heavily, and when I pushed my face against his chest, I felt the pounding of his heart. It matched mine.
“I never thought we’d be here,” I said.
“Against a wall with our pants down?”
“Yes. Exactly,” I said, shaking my head at him.
“I know what you mean.” His tone was softer, and he traced the curve of my lips. “If you would’ve told me four months ago that I’d fall in love with an uptight, neat freak who made lists in his spare time and drank his coffee black, I’d have said you were fucking batshit crazy.”
“Hey, leave my list making out of this,” I said, knuckle-bumping his chest. “I like to see everything laid out. It helps me think.”
“Uh huh.” He leaned in to kiss me again, and I felt his smile against my mouth. “Whatever, Frosty. Oh! That reminds me.”
He pulled away and left me standing there as he dashed down the hall. I stared at his bare ass, wondering what other surprises he’d picked up that night. I took the time to discard the condom in the trash and pull my pants back up. When he returned moments later, he had a hand behind his back.
His cock hung heavily between his legs, and my mouth watered.
“My eyes are up here,” Leo said in a snooty tone. He was such a handful. Literally. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”
I stared at him before sighing and doing as he said. “I swear, Leo, if you put something gross in my hand, I’m going to withhold sex for a week.”
“Hush.” He bopped me on the nose. I stood there, hands out and eyes closed, and waited. He then placed something that felt like a coffee cup in my hands. “Okay. Open them.”
Itwasa coffee cup… with Frosty the Snowman on it.
I lifted my gaze and saw Leo grinning ear to ear. I didn’t know whether to laugh or smack him. So, I did both.
“Hey!” he whined, raising his arms to block me from tickling that spot under his chin. “It’s a gift from the heart.”
“I hate you.”
“I love you, too, darling.”
I studied the cup, smiling. “You’re insufferable.”
“Jokes on you, Frosty, because I don’t know what that means.”
I kissed him then.
SayingI love youdidn’t seem like enough. The intensity of my love couldn’t be expressed with words, but rather actions. And even then, it was hard to convey exactly how much he meant to me.
He returned my kiss and held my side, pulling me against his chest.
Leo was a major goofball with a heart of gold, and I never wanted to remember what life was like without him. Hopefully, I’d never have to.
“I want you naked in my bed,” he mumbled against my mouth. “Now.”
“Ready for another round already?” I asked with a light laugh.
“Always.”
Always sounded pretty good to me.
