switched to long strokes. “I’m so, so good.”
A low, rumbling sound of approval erupted from somewhere deep in his chest. It was so sexy and primal. Pulling almost all the way out, he slammed back into me.
I gasped for air. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. And the sound of his balls hitting my ass was like music.
“I want you so fucking bad, Zola,” he grunted. He brought both hands to my shoulders as he rammed into me, making sure he hit my spot over and over again. He moved his hands around my neck and applied pressure. “I want all of you.”
“I want you, too,” I panted, my hands gripping the couch cushions.
As he continued to thrust his hips, I threw my ass back to meet him. His fingers slid down my back, teasing my skin before he grabbed my hips and went to work. Each of his grunts and groans added to my building orgasm and I was panting.
“Saint, yes. Saint, please don’t stop.”
“I won’t stop, baby.”
“Please. Don’t. Stop,” I panted before I let out a series of moans.
“That’s it… that’s it… that’s it.”
He wrapped his arms around my middle so he could palm my breasts. He played with my nipples as he thrust into me. I felt him giving in and I cried out in ecstasy. The ache deep inside me exploded as he started losing control. My back arched, my muscles clenched, and I clamped down around him. He stiffened and let out the sexiest groan as he came.
Our heavy, satiated breathing filled the loft. When we untangled ourselves, I turned around and he immediately kissed me. The kiss was all-consuming, and my knees were weak when it ended.
“That was amazing,” I murmured.
“You are amazing,” he returned.
I stared up into his light brown eyes and melted.
He tore his eyes away and picked up the condom wrapper. “Where’s your bathroom?”
I led him down the hall. “I’m going to go to the bathroom, too,” I told him as I continued into my bedroom.
A few minutes later, I strolled into my living room wrapped in my robe. I stopped in my tracks because Saint was fully dressed.
Licking his lips slowly, he watched me as I watched him. His chest heaved in time with mine as we took tentative steps toward one another. I saw a pained look in his eyes. “You’re dangerous, Zola Patterson.”
I shook my head slowly. “I’m not.”
“You are for me.” He paused. “If we don’t learn from our mistakes, we’re doomed to repeat them.” He held my gaze for a second before he turned to leave. “I should go.”
I took an unsteady step. “Saint…”
He stopped, but he didn’t turn around. “I’m not leaving because I don’t want to be here. I’m leaving because there is nothing I want more.”
I wanted to tell him that I only wanted him. I wanted to admit that I had never felt as connected or safe or at peace with a man as I did with him. I wanted to say a lot, but when I opened my mouth, none of that came out.
I walked over to him and placed my hand on his back. I felt the effect that my touch had on him and it tugged at my heart. “Please stay,” I pleaded with him.
He turned around slowly, and his eyes flashed when they searched mine. “The only thing I want more than to make you come is to make you happy.”
“I want both.”
“And I want it all.” He licked his lips. “And if I stay, it’s only going to make it harder. I’ve been down that road. Trust me.”
“I want what you want,” I blurted out. “I want you—all of you.”
I meant what I’d said. Or at the very least, I wanted to mean it. And as he searched my eyes, I knew he wanted to believe me, too. I wasn’t sure if he did or not, but when his mouth moved over mine, I knew he was at least going to stay.
*****
Chapter 8
“I have something for you,” Jordan remarked a few minutes after I arrived at his office.
My eyebrows flew up. “Oh?”
I’d come directly to the Hamilton University campus after leaving Saint’s condo. We’d spent Monday night together and since he had to go visit a client for his part-time job Tuesday afternoon, I decided to drop by and officially break things off with Jordan. He was surprised by my visit so the fact that he had something for me caught me off guard.
“Oh