Her hips surged toward him. “This…ah, th-this wasn’t what I meant.”
It was what he wanted. He licked her clit. Felt her shudder. “Want me to stop?” A growl against her.
A shiver slid over her. “No.”
He hadn’t thought so. Saint feasted on her. Drove his tongue into her even as his fingers began to tease and stroke her clit. Over and over again. He wasn’t being careful or slow. He licked hard and deep, then went back to her clit and strummed her relentlessly because he wanted her to come apart for him.
He heard glass shatter, and Saint jerked back. Rose. His gaze flew around because he wanted to make sure Alice hadn’t been hurt—
“Just the wine glass,” she panted out. “Saint, don’t stop!” Her whole body quivered, and he realized she’d been close to coming for him. So close.
Now she was on the edge.
He’d push her over.
Staring into her eyes, he stroked her. Her breath caught as her eyes flared wide. Deliberately, he pushed one finger into her.
So damn tight.
And a second. He pushed those fingers inside, stretched her. Kept his eyes on her. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his life.
She’s mine.
His fingers were in her. His eyes on her. She arched into his touch, rocked against his hand, rode him, and he had to lean forward. Had to drive his tongue into her mouth. He hadn’t gotten drunk from the wine, but she could make him drunk. Drunk with need and desire. A lust that raged so hot he thought it might burn them both, but he didn’t care.
He wanted her. Nothing in this world would have stopped him from taking her.
Her mouth tore from his. “Saint!” Her inner muscles squeezed tightly to his fingers. He heard the pleasure break in her voice.
The first orgasm.
Good, but not enough.
He didn’t let her ease out of that release. He scooped her into his arms, carried her to the bedroom, and lowered her onto the bed.
She still had on the dress. No shoes. He had no clue where her shoes had gone. Didn’t really care. He grabbed for the condoms in her nightstand drawer. Actually managed to not drop the drawer this time. He unhooked his jeans and started to—
Alice was touching him. Sliding her fingers around his dick. Stroking him. Pushing him closer and closer to that tempting precipice. “Alice…”
She leaned forward and closed her mouth around him.
Fuck.
Her tongue licked. She sucked him. Her hair slid forward and teased his abdomen as she took him in deeper.
His hand clenched around the wrapper in his hand. His jaw had clenched, too. Every muscle felt as if it had clenched, and she kept stroking him with her wicked tongue and sensual lips. Oblivion called, and he fucking damn well wanted to answer—“Alice.”
Her head lifted. She smiled at him. “Was I doing something wrong?”
He tumbled her back on the bed.
Her soft laughter just fueled him on. Alice thought she was taking back control. Not happening. He sheathed his dick in the condom. Caught her wrists. Pinned them above her head and held them there with one hand. Her legs were open for him. His dick pushed at the entrance to her body.
“How much can you take?” Saint half-snarled.
“Everything.”
That was what he gave her. No restraint. No control. He drove into her and let go completely. Her hips shoved back against him, and she cried out—in pleasure. The same wild, reckless pleasure he felt as they wrecked the bed. As he thrust into her again and again, and he could feel her second orgasm coming. Her hands twisted in his grasp, but he didn’t let her go. His mouth pressed to her neck. Licked and nipped because he knew just how sensitive she was in that spot—he’d figured it out last time.
She shuddered beneath him. Arched. Undulated.
Took more of him.
Her legs locked around his hips, and his free hand pushed between their bodies. He squeezed her clit as he drove hard—
She screamed. A quick, choked cry as she came for him.
Her orgasm squeezed his dick, tight ripples that sent him hurtling after her as his climax slammed into him. Hard. Fucking powerful. Sweeping through him and wiping out all thoughts but—
Her.
Only Alice mattered. Only Alice.
***
“You’re…not gonna stay in the bed.”
Alice’s voice. A little disgruntled.
Saint sprawled beside her—in the bed—and didn’t bother to open his eyes. He’d been enjoying himself. He’d ditched the condom moments before in the bathroom and returned to her. He might have been about to slip into sleep, but then she’d spoken. “Wasn’t planning on moving.” He had stripped.
She hadn’t. She still wore the dress. Minus her panties, of course.
“There’s a perfectly good couch in the other room.”
His eyes opened. Saint rolled onto his side. “I just gave you two orgasms.”
She stared back at him. The lamp from her bedside cast plenty of illumination onto them, so he could see her quite clearly.
“Were you counting?” she asked. “That’s not very gentlemanly.”
“Don’t remember saying I would be gentlemanly.” Her lips were slightly swollen. He loved her lips. Loved her mouth. Loved the things she could do with her mouth.
Yep, definitely not gentlemanly.
“Won’t you sleep better on the couch?” Alice pushed.
“Nope.”
“You’re not taking a hint.”
“You’re not hinting, sweetheart. You’re trying to kick me out of bed. So cold.”
She sucked her lower lip between her teeth. “I…don’t mean to be cold.” Her voice was different. A little uncertain. “I’m not a very good sleeper. I toss and turn a lot. Have the occasional nightmare.”
“We all have nightmares.” Gentle.
“Not like mine.”
He wondered just what scared her when she slept.
“I didn’t want to—to disturb you, so I thought you might want to take the couch.”
Before he could reply, she rolled away. Climbed from the bed. “But it’s your choice. I warned you. If you wake up, and I’ve pulled a knife on you in my sleep, you can’t say I didn’t give you fair notice.”
He sat up, slowly, and watched her march for the bathroom. “Do you often pull knives on the men who sleep with you?”
His words stopped her at the bathroom door. “Thought you’d researched and discovered that I hadn’t been with a lover in a very long time.” She looked over her shoulder. “Not until you came along.”
He had. But it was still nice to hear her confirm it. When it came to Alice, he’d discovered a core of jealousy that unnerved him.
“I fall out of bed sometimes.” A shrug of one delicate shoulder. “Strike out. You might find yourself being attacked in the middle of the night. Hardly the scene most men would enjoy.”
The sheets curled around his hips. “I can handle myself.” He inclined his head toward her. “But if you don’t want me here, I’ll go sleep on the couch.” His hand rasped over his jaw. “I’m just trying to understand our relationship.”
“Relationship?”
“Um. Do you just want to have sex with me so that you can release all the tension and fear that you keep wound so tightly beneath your surface?”