“I told him I had to get ready for my big night and got off the phone with him. The last thing I said was I love you, but I don’t like you right now.” My voice trembled. “He called me back three times and I didn’t answer. According to Mom, Dad decided to drive to my dorm to talk to me before I went to dinner. She said he wanted to clear the air and didn’t want me to make a decision based on my anger with him.” I swallowed hard. “It was graduation night and people were drinking. Someone hit him and he died in the hospital later that night.”
He kissed my shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”
“The thing is… I was never even going to say yes to David. I had no intention of marrying him. And if I would’ve just…”
Another minute passed and I tried to swallow around the lump in my throat. I knew I’d said as much as I could. I shook my head. “David and I ended that night. That’s all. That’s it. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”
Saint caressed my cheek. “You don’t have to,” he whispered. “But thank you for telling me.”
“Thank you for listening,” I murmured, letting my mouth hover above his.
“I’m down to listen…to be here for you…anything you need.”
His words reeled me in, and I couldn’t help but kiss him. His soft, warm lips tasted like wine as his mouth moved effortlessly over mine. Our kiss shifted from sweet and comforting to sexy and commanding.
Butterflies spread across my belly as his tongue teasingly caressed mine. Shivers ran up and down my spine and desire twisted in my gut forcefully. I felt him harden under my ass.
“I like you,” I said softly.
“I like you, too.”
“I know,” I told him between kisses. “Because you told your mom about me.”
His forehead rested against mine as he laughed. “I’m not doing this with you.”
“Will you do something else with me?”
“What?”
I tugged the hem of my dress up exposing more of my thighs. “Take me to your room and show me how much you like me.”
Crashing his mouth into mine, he maneuvered us off the couch and down the hall. Stripping me naked, his lips covered every inch of my body and when I couldn’t take the teasing any longer, he had his way with me. For hours, we ebbed and flowed between making love and fucking and back again. By the time I passed out, I was physically exhausted and completely satisfied.
*****
Chapter 7
I slept well, but I was groggy when I woke up Sunday morning. My body was sore, my head was spinning, and my heart was racing. I pushed myself quietly and carefully into a sitting position as I tried to make sense of it all. I did a doubletake as I looked over at the sexy ass man next to me. His muscular body was only partially covered by the light blue sheets and his mahogany skin almost glistened in the sunlight that poured through the slightly opened blinds.
Oh no no no no no no no no…
I eased out of the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. Saint let me have one of the extra toothbrushes he’d gotten from the dentist, so I used that. As I brushed my teeth, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was disheveled and matted from the different positions he’d put me in. My lips were bruised from the amount of kissing and sucking that went on. There was a mark on my right breast that I vaguely remembered as the result of him biting me. My skin was flushed and practically glowing with the memory. And most noticeably, my entire body was sore from the best sex I’d ever had in my life.
But why am I still here?
Staying the night with a man in his bed was a no-no for several reasons. But the most important reason was that it indicated a level of intimacy of which I wasn’t comfortable. I didn’t make the conscious decision to stay the night with Saint. And as uncomfortable as it made me, I remembered every choice I made that resulted in me waking up in his bed.
I have to get out of here.
I took a shower and then tiptoed out of the bathroom in hopes of not waking him up.
“Good morning,” Saint said from behind me.
I let out a little yelp, startled. Whipping around, I held my towel closer to my damp body. “Hey, hi!”
He stopped, looking at me skeptically. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” I rambled, backing away from him.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I just… should go.” My heel hit the bed and I stopped. “I need to go home.”
His light brown eyes zeroed in on me as I fumbled with the towel. Refusing to make eye contact, I fixated on the terrycloth as I tried to modestly dry my damp body. Even when he walked across the room and stopped in front of me, I ignored how my body reacted to his nearness.
“Hey,” he murmured, tipping my chin upward with his forefinger.
I met his gaze and exhaled shakily. “Hey.”
Searching my eyes, he didn’t say anything. “Talk to me.”
“I just…need to get home. I don’t usually do this.”
“Do what?”
“Stay the night.”
His brows furrowed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I don’t usually spend the night with a man. It’s just not my thing.” I looked away. “So, I should probably go.”
His hands cupped my cheeks, forcing me to lock eyes with him again. “Are you running away from me?” he wondered softly.
“I’m not running. I’m…” My sentence faltered as I struggled to find the words. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. “I’m not running.”
“If you want to go home, I’ll take you home,” he uttered, moving his hands down my neck. His lips hovered over mine. “But don’t run from me.” His lips brushed mine. “Don’t run.”
I was positive the kiss was meant to be sweet, but the way desire twisted in my gut, he might as well have pulled his dick out.
“Okay,” I murmured.
“Let me take a shower and then I’ll take you home.”
Silently, I nodded.
He placed a quick kiss against my lips and then left the room. I plopped down on the edge of his bed and tried to calm my racing heart.
“Here,” Saint called out, tossing clothes on the bed next to me. “And help yourself to anything. I won’t be long.”
Before I could respond, he had already disappeared into the bathroom across the hall.
“Thanks,” I said aloud even though he couldn’t hear me.
After I moisturized my body with lotion and put on some of Saint’s deodorant, I pinned the sides of my hair down and let the curls and coils be wild and free. I had no product to tame my mane, so I just let it be.
Reaching for what he tossed at me, I smiled. I slipped on the grey sweatpants and black Heavenly Studios t-shirt. Both items were too big, but I tied the pants tight to secure them and I put a knot in the back of the shirt to make it fitted. When I added the combat boots, I couldn’t deny that the look worked.
“You look good in everything,” Saint remarked as he strolled into the living room twenty minutes later in grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt, and sneakers that looked fresh out of the box.
“Thank you,” I told him, checking him out. “So, do you.” My eyes zeroed in on the front of his pants. “Do you always just wear those like that?”