Page 103 of Mafia and Gold Digger

“Yeah? You look a little flushed, Em. Something on your mind?”

“What?” I laugh, trying to focus on the board and not the way his eyes are zeroed in on me or the way they leave a trail of heat with each pass.

“You heard me.”

“I think you need to get your eyes checked. It’s just warm in here.”

The rich, dark laughter that leaves him makes my skin tingle.

I lift my gaze. And it’s a mistake. The brown of his eyes is already swallowed by his pupils. His mouth tilts in that sideways smirk that never fails to make me hot.

“Stand up, Emerald.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve got other plans for you tonight.” The way he slinks toward me is predatory. I scramble up from the chair and take a step back to the bed. He follows.

My heart races as we play this cat and mouse game.

I step back.

He steps forward.

His eyes devouring me until my knees hit the edge of the bed, and I topple backward.

“Would you look at that,” he murmurs, looking down at me, hand cupping my face. His thumb swipes across my lower lip. “Just where I want you.”

The way he says it combined with his thumb on my lip does something to my brain function. Permanently altering it. My lips wrap around his thumb, holding his gaze.

A gruff sound leaves him, and I can’t help but smirk. Looks like he’s not as in control as he thought. My tongue brushes the pad of his thumb as he swallows hard.

“I knew that mouth was good for something, Em…”

The rumble of his voice sends a wave of pleasure through my body. He pulls his thumb from my mouth. His body towers over mine. That spicy scent of his cologne driving all of my senses wild. He tucks my hair behind my ear, his knuckles brushing along the column of my throat.

He looks down at me for a second, eyes roaming before our mouths crash together.

Some heady mix of need and desperation with just a twinge of affection. He leans over me, easing me back into the bed. His rough hands grip the back of my thighs, letting my legs wind around his waist.

My hands sink into the strands of his hair as our bodies mold together, working in unison to get as close as possible.

I remind myself that this isn’t anything romantic. But goddamn does it feel real, even if this is just some physical release of the tension that builds between us all the time. It’s a sexual frustration that just needs release.

My body is sandwiched between him and the plush mattress beneath me, our tongues fighting for dominance as his hand grips my ass. A tortured whimper leaves me when he grinds against me, letting me feel how hard he is already.

Trailing his mouth against the heated skin of my neck and jawline, he licks at that spot beneath my ear that makes my body shudder. “Tell me you want me, Emerald.” He bites a little harder, smoothing over the spot with his tongue to calm the sting. And a strangled sound leaves me, making him groan into my skin. “Tell me you want me to fuck you, Emerald.”

“You tell me.” But my hard words lose their impact as I literally moan them.

Before my brain can process what’s happening, Saint is hovering over me, his rough touch turning gentle. It never ceases to amaze me how he can go from hard and rough to tender and gentle.

“Yes or no, Emerald.” His fingers play with the hem of my shirt, inching it up and down.

My heart hammering in my chest, my blood burns beneath my skin, making everything hypersensitive. “Yes. But…” I hold his gaze. “Can I?” My fingers toy with his belt.

“Fuck…yes.”

He leans back until he’s standing between my legs at the edge of the bed.

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