Saint had to make up for lost time. Once she finished dressing the wound and cleaned up all her supplies, Saint circled her waist with his good arm. She ended up on his lap. Saint didn’t push, didn’t press. He waited for her next move. If she got back up and left his office, he wouldn’t stop her. He’d resume the chase some other time.
He usually got his way with women most of the time. Saint didn’t have to do a thing. Just one wag at a club whore would send her running to his bed. Olivia wasn’t like any other woman. She was old lady material. Never in a million years did Saint think he’d ever pick an old lady, but she’d changed his mind the moment they saw each other again at O’Riley’s.
Olivia locked her arms behind his neck, gazing up at him. There were too many clothes between them. Saint didn’t miss the way she raked her gaze over his body. He kept himself in tip-top shape because his body was a weapon. At forty-three, Saint wasn’t getting younger. He liked that Olivia appreciated what she saw. She even wet her pink lips.
“You’re hurt. We shouldn’t be doing this,” she whispered, running her hands up and down his inked chest. Damn, but her touch was addictive. He banded one arm behind her ass, pressing their bodies closer. Their clothes needed to get out of the way. Soon.
“It’s just a scratch.” There was only an ache in his shoulder, but Saint wondered if the whiskey dulled the pain a little. He wasn’t drunk. Saint felt wide awake. Olivia sitting on his lap sobered him right up.
“Of course you’d say that,” she said.
Before she changed her mind and decided Saint needed to heal, he took her mouth. Saint didn’t hold back. He shoved his tongue down her throat and slipped his hand under her top. He ran his callused fingers over her smooth and creamy skin. When he pulled his mouth away, he tugged at the hem of her top.
As if she knew what he wanted, Olivia raised her hands, letting him peel off her top. Saint reached for her bra clasp and undid it, letting the beige fabric fall to the ground. Seeing her tits hardening for him made his dick thicken. Her pants needed to go next. Before he could rip them off, Olivia pressed a hand to his chest.
“Scoot backward.”
Saint did as she asked. Olivia slipped off his lap, only to peel her bottoms and underwear away. She stood in front of him, naked and achingly beautiful. Olivia almost didn’t look real. She took him completely by surprise when she knelt between his legs. Saint quickly undid his belt buckle. She reached for the zipper of his pants and pulled it down. Olivia drew out his cock, caressing it with her slim fingers.
He groaned. Her touch on his most intimate part felt too amazing for words. Saint speared his fingers through her hair, bringing her mouth close to the crown of his cock. She wetted her lips then licked the pre-cum gathering at the tip. She dragged her tongue downward, the motion painfully slow.
“You’re too good at this,” he murmured.
She closed one hand over his base and lapped him up like a cat who got her cream. Saint gave her hair a tug. She opened her mouth and took his girth down her throat. Saint wasn’t small in that particular area. She gagged on the first try but seemed resolute to try again. Olivia tried again and succeeded this time around.
Olivia painted an erotic picture, sucking and taking his cock like a fucking champ. She bobbed her head up and down, her mouth a warm suction. He grew hard under her care. Saint pulled at her hair again, making her pause.
“I need to finish in you.” His voice came out ragged, harsh. She stood back up. Saint pulled his wallet out from his back pocket and retrieved the condom there. Olivia settled on his lap again, taking the silver packet. She broke it and sheathed his dick with the thin latex. He’d prefer to take her bare, but that would have to wait for another time. Right now, his need, and hers, was so palpable, he could hardly wait to be inside her.
He dug his hands into her bare ass and guided his prick to her pink pussy.
“Do it. Ride me, Saint,” she whispered.
Saint didn’t need any further urging. He buried his cock deep inside her wet heat and fuck, was she tight for him. Saint didn’t push all the way in right away. He gritted his teeth, forcing himself to go slow, wanting to make their first time as pleasurable as possible for her.
Olivia dug her nails into his shoulders, panting, eyes closed. She murmured his name over and over again like a prayer. His name sounded so sweet on her pretty lips.
Saint finally buried himself to the hilt. He groaned as she milked him, urging her pussy muscles to clamp down hard on his dick. Christ. This woman would be the death of him. He fucked her, starting on a rhythm that suited them both before picking up the pace.
The feel of Olivia’s heavy breasts constantly rubbing against his chest as he hammered in and out of her only spurred him onward. He kissed her swollen lips again, loving the taste of raspberries that filled his mouth. She left half-crescent marks on his shoulders, his upper back. Saint pounded into her like she was his salvation. He’d probably leave bruises on her fair skin but right now, neither of them seemed to care.
Olivia met him for every thrust, hungry to consume him the way he wanted to devour her.
Chapter Nine
Olivia’s entire body felt like it was on fire. She was acutely aware she was bouncing on Saint’s lap, riding him like some experienced cowgirl without utter shame. That emotion had flown out the window a long time ago. Each time he entered her, filled her, it seemed he was able to lure some savage and beautiful animal clawing its way out of her. Her soul, struggling to touch his.
He pistoned in and out of her, strokes relentless and merciless. She craved it all. His roughness, his need. His next stroke brushed against that sensitive part of her that made her gasp. Olivia arched her back as Saint kept ramming into her G-spot. Dot danced into her vision. Saint’s office blurred away from her line of sight. The pressure steadily building inside her threatened to burst open.
She clawed at him like an animal. Olivia hardly recognized herself anymore but damn, this felt amazing. She never knew sex could be this way. Saint’s next entry sent her over the edge of oblivion. Olivia cried out, coming apart as her mind flew twenty-thousand feet into the air.
Several thrusts later, Saint erupted, resting his forehead against hers afterward. They didn’t speak for a few seconds. Olivia couldn’t get a handle on words for one thing. Saint simply held her, his big hands firmly set on her waist.
She rested her head against his chest, careful not to lean against his injured shoulder. Olivia brushed her fingers lightly over the spot of blood on the bandages.
“These need changing again,” she said.
“You might be right,” Saint conceded.
“What now? Do you want me to leave?” Olivia’s voice was matter-of-fact, but deep down?
She didn’t want to go anywhere. Three days hadn’t improved her opinion of her father’s old house. She still slept on the living room couch and only went upstairs to shower. It still felt like she was living in some stranger’s home. Olivia hadn’t found the time to contact the contractor Saint suggested either. She was still trying to get her daily routine down. Double shifts at the hospital left her exhausted and wrung out at the end of the day.
“What are you saying? You’re not going anywhere unless you have some place to be.” Saint kissed her quickly on the mouth. “Stay the night with me.”