if this kind of greeting is perfectly familiar between us. He keeps his mouth on mine as he backs me up two steps, then he kicks the door shut behind him.
“I can only stay an hour,” he says against my mouth.
I have no idea if he’s in character right now. I’m starting to get confused. He just greeted my like Cam would greet Reya at this point in their relationship. Like a kiss is completely expected. That wasn’t a greeting Saint would give me under normal circumstances—I’m almost positive of that.
He sets his clothes on the counter and walks to my refrigerator and pulls out a bottle of wine. He takes the glass I was just drinking and fills it, then slides it across the island toward me. Then he pulls a glass out of the cabinet and fills it for himself.
“How was your day, Reya?” he asks, using the name of my character rather than my real name. I try to bite back my smile as I realize for certain that he is completely in character right now. I bring the glass to my mouth and grin.
“It was good,” I say. “How was yours, Cam?”
He walks over to me and he’s so tall, I have to tilt my head back when he reaches me. He touches my chin with his finger. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you,” he whispers, right before he brings his mouth down on mine.
Good God. My knees feel like they might buckle under this kiss. When he pulls away, he says, “I’ll be right back.”
He heads for the bathroom to change clothes, and I can do nothing while I wait. I’m actually nervous for this. Does he expect me to pretend I’m in love with him? Is he going to pretend he’s in love with me?
I have no idea what happens next, but I’m full of anticipation. Especially knowing he can only stay for an hour. He’s only been here a few minutes and I already feel like I’ve got enough material to write several more chapters.
When he walks out of the bathroom, he lays his uniform and his gun on my table. I’m staring at it as he walks toward me. He wraps his arms around me and lifts me effortlessly until I’m seated on the island in front of him. He stands between my legs and slides his hands down my arms as he brings his mouth to my neck.
He’s making me dizzy.
I close my eyes and lean my neck to the side when his lips meet my skin. I’m covered in chills and full of curiosity.
Is Saint always this way? This…in control?
Is this how he is with his wife?
I try to push that thought out of my mind because he’s here right now. His mouth is on my neck right now. I focus on that.
I focus on how slowly his tongue slides against my skin.
I focus on his left hand, and how it’s snaking around my thigh as he pulls my leg up around his waist.
“Tell me something,” he whispers.
“Mhmm,” I mutter.
“What kind of guy is Cam?”
I open my eyes, but Saint is still kissing my neck. If he’s asking about Cam...does that mean he’s kissing me as Saint right now?
God, I hope so.
“He’s....” I sigh when Saint’s tongue comes close to my ear. I can barely form a thought with the way he’s making me feel. “He’s good, but rough around the edges. He’s controlling. Jealous. Has a temper.”
Saint pulls back just enough so he can look me in the eyes. “He wouldn’t hurt Reya, would he?”
“Never. He’s madly in love with her. Tries his best to protect her.”
“Tries?” he asks, his eyebrows furrowed. “Does that mean he doesn’t always succeed?”
I shake my head. “Not always.”
Saint rubs his thumb over my bottom lip while he stares at my mouth. I love how he looks at me. I want to get out my laptop and describe it right now. I’m afraid I won’t remember the complete fullness I feel under his gaze if I wait to write it until after he’s gone.
“Does anything bad happen to Reya in your book?”
“Yes,” I whisper. I don’t normally like to ruin the plots of my books, but I doubt Saint is going to read it.
“What happens to her?”
“A man breaks into her house in the middle of the night.”
Saint’s eyes narrow in concern. “Does he hurt Reya?”
“Almost,” I admit. “He pulls her out of bed. Ties her up. She’s terrified because she doesn’t know what’s