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As we both looked down at the mess squashed between us, the hunger furrowing inside became impossible to bear.
The moment we lifted our heads at the same time, the need became overwhelming.
CHAPTER 12
Lily
Hot. Hot. Hot.
My insides were on fire, lava flowing over every muscle and nerve ending.
My thong was drenched, slickened by a crazy desire I couldn’t seem to control.
The little voice inside my head was picking at me while also laughing. Not only was she telling me this was a very bad idea, but she was also nagging me to…
Do it. Do it. Do it.
Saint’s nostrils flared, the carnal look on his face something I’d never seen and I’d spent time studying his physique. For educational purposes.
Fuck him. Fuck him.
Why did my skin feel as if I needed to rip it off, starting with my neck?
He flung the box to the side, ripping at the three remaining pieces that stuck to one or the other of us. There was something entirely too sexual about the deep growl he issued. The man was obviously ravenous and it had nothing to do with the spicy sauce slathered on my chest.
The moment he slipped his hand under my hair, gripping my neck possessively, I pressed my palm against his chest. His… muscular… carved… perfect chest. “I don’t think this is a good idea.” My whisper was intoxicatingly slutty.
This was nothing like my normal behavior.
His eyes became hooded, his chiseled jaw clenched into a tight line. All I could concentrate on as he answered was the luxurious softness of his lips. The man might be hard bodied, but he was the most passionate kisser I’d ever experienced.
“And you know what? I just don’t care.” His answer was exactly what I’d expect from a rugged man like Saint, yet there was a touch of darkness that sent a layer of chills all through my body. With his fingers digging into my skin, he pulled me onto my toes, smashing our bodies together.
With another growl crossing his lips, he crushed his mouth over mine.
We’d kissed before. He’d been dominating before, acting as if he had power over every woman, but this was something entirely different.
Every synapse was on fire, every nerve ending seared from his touch and my heart was flipping cartwheels.
All over a powerful kiss.
Stars fluttered in front of my eyes as he swept his tongue inside, taking full control of mine as no one had done before. He might be masterful on the ice, but here, he was a star-studded king of lips locking against lips.
Suddenly, only my toes were lightly touching the floor as he crushed his body against mine. Every sound he made suited his name, the deep growls keeping shivers jetting up and down my arms and legs.
I couldn’t breathe as the desire became overwhelming.
Within seconds, we were ripping at each other’s clothes while his tongue was still firmly planted in my mouth. I was hot all over, my pussy throbbing, but that wasn’t the first time. Just bantering with him had created a slickness between my legs.
Why I was so insanely attracted to him I’d determine later, but the need was mind blowing. How could any girl not be aroused by his intense masculinity? A strong, stubbly jaw, thick hair I’d wanted to run my fingers through, and so many rugged fantasies were created from his image.
I allowed myself to fulfill one of my own, tangling my fingers in his hair and even tugging until he grunted.
He broke the kiss, both of us gasping as he yanked my dress over my head, pitching it aside. There was a maniacal look in his eyes, his irises glistening in the kitchen lighting.
Now wearing only my tiny thong, I’d never felt so vulnerable yet so damn sexy. And the way he was looking at me was as if he was ready to feast for days. One famished man and a platter of succulent food.
With a mischievous smile on my face, I fought until I was able to tug his shirt over his head. A fiery mix of emotions swirled though me by just being able to see his bare chest. Yes, I’d seen it in photographs, but nothing was as beautiful as the man standing in front of me.
