Page 74 of A Dish Best Served Hot

Within moments Lola was on the edge. “That’s it. Right there.” A swirl of the tongue and a pump of two fingers and Lola was launched right over the edge. “Yes,” she hissed, doing her best to stay quiet. “Así. Así, mi amor.”

He stopped and she almost screamed because, even though she’d just climaxed, she wanted more.

“What did you just say?”

Why was he asking questions at a time like this? She lifted her head to look down her body at him. “What?”

His hair was a complete mess and so was his face. “You said, ‘mi amor,’”

She froze. Her ardor instantly cooled. Had she really said that?

Saint wiped his face against her thigh then lifted himself to his feet. He leaned over until his hands were on either side of her torso and he could look into her eyes. “Did you mean it?”

Lola had no idea what to say. She knew that she had strong feelings for him. Feelings that were similar to the ones she’d had at sixteen but stronger—fuller and deeper. She didn’t look at him through the lens of hero worship as she had then. Lola knew him now as he actually was, flawed but determined to be better. She knew he was as stubborn as he was caring and that although he had this insane need to fix everyone’s problems, it stemmed from his desire to help and from a love he felt for people in general. She knew that she hated leaving him after they’d toured a building or worked on a plan. She wanted to stay with him all the time, which was scary, because she was a person who liked her space. But did any of that equal love? How the fuck would she know? The only people she’d ever loved had been family and look how well that had gone for her.

“I don’t know,” she whispered, because she couldn’t be anything but honest with him. She tried to ignore the disappointment that showed in his eyes before he dropped them to her chest, but she couldn’t. It made her defensive. “Do you love me?” she asked, expecting him to say the same thing as her.

“I’ve loved you since I was seventeen, Lola. I loved the girl you were and I love the woman you are now.”

“How do you know?”

“I know because since the moment I met you every version of my future has had you in it. When you were gone it nearly drove me out of my mind because I kept picturing a future with you even when it was impossible.”

“Even when you married someone else?”

“As shitty as it makes me, yes, even then.”

Lola didn’t think it was shitty of him. He’d said that they’d both entered into the marriage because of responsibility and necessity, not love. “As long as you both knew the score and you never led her to believe anything else, it’s not shitty.” She lifted her head and kissed him on the mouth.

He returned her kiss. After a moment he lay on the bed next to her. He pulled her close and despite everything Lola snuggled into his arms. “It’s okay for you to not be sure if you love me or not, Lola.”

“Are you sure, because you looked at me like I’d punted your puppy off a bridge like inAnchorman.”

His lips curved. “I promise you, no glass case of emotion here. All I need to know right now is that you want to be with me. Everything else we can work on.”

“Of course I want to be with you, Saint. I’ve never wanted anyone more. Look, I’ve been with other men and women since I left. I even dated a few people long-term. But here’s the truth: I never actually took anyone else seriously, because no one compared to you.”

His dark eyes lit with an inner fire. “You have no idea what it does to me to hear you say that.”

“I think I know exactly what it does to you.” She wiggled against the hard length poking her hip.

He groaned. “Mmm. That happens every time I’m around you, but hearing how much you want me just makes it more eager.”

“Feeling you makes me eager.”

Saint rolled onto his back and pulled her with him. “You promised to have your way with me and yet all you’ve done so far is drive me out of my mind.”

Lola sat up, straddling his hips. His thickness felt delicious between her legs, so she rocked against it, making him groan.

“Hey, when I say I’m going to do something, I do it,” she said with another swivel of her hips.

“Good.” He stretched his upper body to the side, reached into the top drawer of the nightstand and pulled out a condom. He tossed it to her but she wasn’t ready so it bounced off her left boob and onto his stomach. “Then do me.”

“Oh, I plan to,” she said, rolling her hips more firmly and reaching for the foil package. She used her teeth to open it then slid it down his length, protecting them both.

“Do it. Ride me.”

Lola lowered herself onto him slowly, relishing the tight stretch. It was so good. She rolled her hips and bit her lip.

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