Page 49 of Cheater and the Saint
Me:Shouldn’t you be asleep?
Chris:That’s what the morning and early afternoon’s for. I AM THE NIGHT.
Me:Soooo you’re, like, Batman now?
Chris:Eh. No. More like Robin, if I had to choose. Maybe Batman would show me his bat cave.
I snorted. We exchanged a few more messages before I told him I was going to bed. But as I lay back down and tried to sleep, I couldn’t stop thinking about Leo.
I could accept it’d be a one-night-stand, right? Stupid emotions didn’t have to get involved. Why not have a good time while I had the chance? He wouldn’t be interested forever.
I was desperate to get laid, and Leo was the perfect guy to fool around with. The memory of breathy moans and hard thumps coming from his room shortly after he first moved in told me it’d be one hell of a good time, too.
Before I could talk myself out of it, before I could convince myself of how awful of an idea it was, I got out of bed and walked to his room.
Outside his door, I hesitated. Should I knock? Just walk in? God. How was I going to do this? I didn’t have one seductive bone in my body.
“What’s up, Frosty?”
I whipped around with a yelp, seeing Leo standing behind me. “I thought you were in your room. Damn near gave me a heart attack.”
Leo held up an ice cream sandwich. “I got hungry.”
“Ice cream isn’t food.”
“Not sure what fucking planet you came from, but ice cream is thebestkind of food,” he answered before taking a bite. “Why are you creeping outside my room?”
Leo brought the sandwich back up to his mouth, slowly taking a bite of it. Only he could be that sexy eating ice cream. The small amount of courage I’d mustered up before heading to his room freaking vanished, and I reverted back to my irritatingly self-conscious state.
“Um. No reason,” I rushed out so fast that the words blended together. “Goodnight.”
As I tried to pass him, though, he grabbed my arm and stopped me. “Saint…”
I tilted my face up to his, and suddenly, it was hard to breathe. He wasn’t looking at me with that cockiness I’d expected from him. He stared at me with what looked to be both lust and trepidation, as though he wanted to make a move but was unsure.
And then I did something that surprised even me.
I took his ice cream sandwich and, without breaking eye contact, bit off a piece from the end. His eyes grew larger and his mouth popped open. I handed it back to him, and he hesitated before grabbing it.
“Uh, Frosty?” Leo swallowed and his gaze dropped to my mouth. “Are you finally taking me up on my of—”
I pushed him against the wall and took hold of his nape, crushing my mouth to his. The cold left on my tongue from the snack created an interesting sensation compared to the warmth of his lips. Kissing Leo had become one of my favorite things to do, even though I’d fought against him so many times in the past.
But not right then.
No, I was finally sayingfuck itand taking what I wanted—what he was more than willing to give. For once, I didn’t think about the future; I just thought of how incredible his lips felt against mine, how warm he was, and how I couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside him. I kissed him harder and deeper than I ever had before, holding nothing back.
“Shit!” I screeched as something cold landed on the middle of my back and slid down my spine.
“Sorry,” Leo said, out of breath and with kiss-swollen lips. “It’s melting.”
I turned to see him still holding the ice cream sandwich in his left hand—the same hand that was resting on my upper back. It was dripping down his fingers and onto the floor.
“Ah, it’s sticky,” I said, hating the feel of it on my back.
“I’ll show you sticky.” Leo grinned before leaning in and planting another kiss to my lips. “I could always rub the melting ice cream all over your chest and lick it off.”
“No, thanks. I’ll pass on that.”
