Page 73 of Warrior

I know the answer, though. Belatedly. It’sher. She’s right in front of me.

Before she can retreat, I grab her neck and tow her back to me.

I bend, leaning over her. Our lips are close enough that barely a movement from either of us will let them touch.

“I see you,” I whisper.

She shakes her head. “You see what you want to see.”

“I want to see your pussy,” I counter.

My dick is already at attention. Whatever freak incident earlier was clearly a result of not getting myself off enough. But with everything happening, there hasn’t really been time…

“Strip,” I order.

Her gaze darkens, her pupils dilating. She hooks her thumbs in her leggings and drags them down.

I take care of her shirt as soon as she’s kicked the leggings away, lifting it and exposing her breasts.

No bra.

Should’ve figured.

“Saint,” she breathes.

“Yeah?”

“I…” She shakes her head. “Never mind.”

My brows furrow.

Her hands go to the button of my jeans, but I still them. I kneel in front of her and drag the last strip of fabric hiding her cunt from me. She shudders, and I guide her backward. She sits hard on the bed, and I spread her legs. Lean in.

“Don’t tease me,” she says, “I don’t think I could bear it.”

I take my jeans off. She scoots backward, knocking the clean, folded clothes to the floor. I crawl over her, palming my length. I should pause and get a condom, but the way she’s looking at me…

Fuck.

Sliding inside her is the most normal, natural thing in the world.

Why would I ever want to be somewhere else?

She groans. I use micromovements, trying to bury myself deeper. She’s wet and tight—almost too tight. It takes a few long moments of stroking, of rubbing her clit, for her to relax enough to take all of me.

“Pretty girl,” I tell her. “No teasing. Just orgasms.”

She nods at me.

I deliver on my promise. She comes while I’m seated inside her, and the waves of euphoria that clamp her muscles down around me is a true test of my willpower. The need to move is almost overwhelming.

“I slept with Reese,” she confesses.

I pause, swallowing the questions that bubble up. Likewhenandwhy?

I could guess the why.

I could also probably hazard a guess at the when.